By all accounts, I was supposed to go to bed an hour ago.
As you know, I woke up with travel plans on the brain. See previous post for details.
The hallway right outside my door was littered with little gel-like balls that glimmered in the sunlight. I stepped around them on my way to and from the toilet and shower.
The majority of my day was spent holed up on my bed, attempting to write more of this essay that I have to write. I read the first half of an article I could barely understand, decided to read another one, and understood that one much better. There was a lot of reading and a lot of staring at a computer screen and there may have beena YouTube video or two as well. In either case, I have about 500 words for a 1500 word essay. Yippie.
Almost didn't make it to Linguistics because I was reading so much about narrative structure in film. But it was a nice break. A really nice break. Sort of. The lecturer could be more interesting. But this is the class that resembles teaching in Madison more than the others, so it's actually quite a relief to walk into a class and feel like you actually learned something. I don't get that in the Internship Toolkit, of which both lecturer and students are trying to figure out how to get the best out of that class. Neither do I have that in creative writing. A lot of the conclusions drawn from that class I already discussed with my fellow writers in Working Title. In a lot of the cases, we went on to talk about topics beyond those conclusions, so I can say a lot about what the lecturer in that class wants to say. But she prefers to have us talk about it on our own, which I can respect. And for Storytelling and Fiction Film, Gail does just ramble about something that I've never heard of before so it's hard to follow. (This is the part where I refuse to admit that I didn't do any reading.) I try to keep up, though. The content does seem interesting. It's just so hard to get the books (from the library).
Whereas I walk into Linguistics and I KNOW that I'm going to be taking notes from a power point, I know that I don't have to listen to three minutes of rambling to write down a topic sentence that sums up the past three minutes. I go in knowing that I'm going to learn something new about the study of language. And it makes me feel more at school than the other classes. I miss tangible notes on the screen.
Came home, Facebooked while eating dinner. Vicky came up on chat to see what I was doing. She wanted me to get a meal in Harrow. Sorry, already ate. Emanuele had some Italian friends staying over. The three of them walked in and he said that I was welcome to join them for dinner. Whoops. Maybe I should have waited on dinner. Talked with them for a few minutes. They seem nice, just uncertain around strangers I guess. I didn't get the vibe that they would start a conversation with me unless I instigated it. But maybe that's how Italians are? Who knows.
Sorted through bank stuff, email stuff, and made plans to meet an old friend visiting London for a few days beginning of November. This same friend said she would house me for a few days after Christmas. We met through the Brigade in Neenah and haven't been keeping in contact as much as I liked. But I think about her from time to time and that's how I came to ask if I could stay with her a while in Denmark. I'm excited. Now I need final dates for my road trip, which is now "a few days in Denmark, a few days in Norway, a few in Stockholm, and the final few in Helinski." I know Finland isn't technically Scandinavia (you didn't know?), but I still wanna go there! Prague would have to be worked in there too. Or maybe a small Czech town? Suddenly reminded of Drunk Czeck Dude who could barely speak English. Yeah . . . .
Am I rambling? I'm sorry, I'm really tired.
Figured out why I wasn't getting email from my wisc.edu account. But now that it's all sorted out, I spent an hour going through and deleting a LOT of emails that were several weeks old. Including a few from Working Title I didn't get. I was wondering about that . . . . Anyway, it's fixed now. I'll get your emails no matter which address you send it to.
Whoa, bad ramblings. I'll be less tired tomorrow, I swear!
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