as on we go drowning

[lotesse]

Gaaaack I'm never going to be able to write on Virginia Woolf! I have no critical brain for her at all, I'm just all happy sighs and perfect contentment and I don't even really have to understand what's going on cause it still makes me swoony. Is hard to write on objects of fangirlish passion.

I need to buy some goddamn pants. The top rivet on my jeans popped off, and for like a day I was squeezing it back together every time I went to the bathroom. Problem was eventually solved with superglue, but still. I think it might sort of be a sign. But then again, it's almost summer, so maybe I can get away without buying jeans until next fall. I hate pants so frelling much. I think I will go to the Salvation Army this weekend and buy a million tops to salve my wounded soul.

... I can totally tell that Supernatural is on hiatus right now, because my fanbrain is empty, and that makes me sad. I think I need to find a new shiny thing. Maybe we'll start watching Farscape. I want to keep streaming first season Xena from Netflix, but the Boy can't seem to get beyond the camp of it all. Eh. Am watching the BBC Pride and Prejudice in the background to take the edge off.

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That's like me trying to write a paper about The Ballad of Tam Lin. (which I never got through)

Or when I tried to write about Wings of the Dove, I was all giddy squeeing and my prof was like "that's great, but what are you trying to SAY?".

And, ditto on the pants. I need new ones but it wastes a day of my life. A day I could spend doing something or nothing. Either which I would enjoy more than purchasing clothing.

Also, the money could go towards books. :P

[lotesse]

Precisely! I think I shall never buy pants again, and go threadbare. Soooo not worth it. I'm sort of debating ditching jeans altogether and going for cloth trousers only, which are infinitely more comfy and also not as agonizing to fit.