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Sweet Fucking Baby Jesus
Jan. 23rd, 2007 08:27 pmSo I'm back in Ithaca.
And it kinda sucks taking a red eye flight when you really want to read something, because all the lights are off and people are asleep all around you. Fuck.
Fortunately between yesterday and ALL of today I managed to read The Virtu which is the sequel to Melusine which as you remember I thoroughly ranted about because it's wonderful. And so, like. The Virtu.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
There aren't many books that I can, like, just, you know, read for almost seven hours straight. I'm so glad I only have one class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Oh man. Oh man. It is made of wonderful. No, the word wonderful doesn't cover it. Amazing, phenomenal, incredible, they just don't cover it at all. I can't think of a single word that describes how fucking good this book is.
The characters. The. I die. I love them. Mildmay is so fucking lovable and amazing and downtrodden and depressed and lonely and so--fucking--loyal and I love him. And Felix is such a wonderful, manipulative, self-absorbed, indescribably vain, tortured, controlling asshole and I also love him.
This book made me hurt. I mean, like, physically hurt. It was so fucking intense, I mean, one thing after another, and all the time you're wondering "Is it totally going to go to shit this time, or are they FINALLY going to have a happy ending??" Gah. XOMG.
I fucking love this book.
Anyway. School. I've got four classes, three on MWF, one on TR.
Grammar and Usage
Women and Writing
Sociology of Religion
Social Movements
And sometime this week I've got to talk to my adviser about how to get into the Sociology double major. Don't know if I can pull it off, but might as well give it a shot. Also have to look into what the deal with the alternate spring break is. And keep an eye out for packages headed my way.
Tammy was the one to drive me from the Syracuse airport to Ithaca. We had a pretty awesome conversation about car accidents and animals and graveyards. It was quite informative, and I think I'm more comfortable around her as like, a person now. She treated the lot of us to lunch at the Lost Dog, around which I started falling asleep in my chicken sandwich. I ended up staying awake for more than 24 hours and finally went to sleep at 8:30, I think. Or maybe 9.
Haven't been writing the past few days between being utterly exhausted and reading. Though a few things have been changing around in my head concerning North's story. And I've decided that, more than anything, I need to get Mot done and stop worrying about how long it will be until then. Yes.
My first and only class of the day on Tuesdays and Thursdays starts at 5:15. How sweet is that??
And it kinda sucks taking a red eye flight when you really want to read something, because all the lights are off and people are asleep all around you. Fuck.
Fortunately between yesterday and ALL of today I managed to read The Virtu which is the sequel to Melusine which as you remember I thoroughly ranted about because it's wonderful. And so, like. The Virtu.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
There aren't many books that I can, like, just, you know, read for almost seven hours straight. I'm so glad I only have one class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Oh man. Oh man. It is made of wonderful. No, the word wonderful doesn't cover it. Amazing, phenomenal, incredible, they just don't cover it at all. I can't think of a single word that describes how fucking good this book is.
The characters. The. I die. I love them. Mildmay is so fucking lovable and amazing and downtrodden and depressed and lonely and so--fucking--loyal and I love him. And Felix is such a wonderful, manipulative, self-absorbed, indescribably vain, tortured, controlling asshole and I also love him.
This book made me hurt. I mean, like, physically hurt. It was so fucking intense, I mean, one thing after another, and all the time you're wondering "Is it totally going to go to shit this time, or are they FINALLY going to have a happy ending??" Gah. XOMG.
I fucking love this book.
Anyway. School. I've got four classes, three on MWF, one on TR.
Grammar and Usage
Women and Writing
Sociology of Religion
Social Movements
And sometime this week I've got to talk to my adviser about how to get into the Sociology double major. Don't know if I can pull it off, but might as well give it a shot. Also have to look into what the deal with the alternate spring break is. And keep an eye out for packages headed my way.
Tammy was the one to drive me from the Syracuse airport to Ithaca. We had a pretty awesome conversation about car accidents and animals and graveyards. It was quite informative, and I think I'm more comfortable around her as like, a person now. She treated the lot of us to lunch at the Lost Dog, around which I started falling asleep in my chicken sandwich. I ended up staying awake for more than 24 hours and finally went to sleep at 8:30, I think. Or maybe 9.
Haven't been writing the past few days between being utterly exhausted and reading. Though a few things have been changing around in my head concerning North's story. And I've decided that, more than anything, I need to get Mot done and stop worrying about how long it will be until then. Yes.
My first and only class of the day on Tuesdays and Thursdays starts at 5:15. How sweet is that??
