Accidental Ambivalence

Out of Focus

I finally got back into my apartment late Monday night, and I have been busy watching Rory turn twenty-one and yell at Emily, grocery shopping*, and reading “Daisy Miller.”

I’m into my third day of classes this semester, and I’m still not sure how this is all going to turn out. I have an inordinate number of professors requiring me to use Blackboard, which I hate. My two most reading-intensive classes (Shakespeare and late American literature) are on the same days, meaning that Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday nights will be spent with my head in texts.** My education classes, not surprisingly, are getting more demanding. I just accidentally turned on the feature in word that shows the paragraph symbols and dots for spaces and it’s driving me crazy as I type (if you know how to turn this off, please let me know).

I’m suddenly extremely distracted and cannot remember what I was going to write about, so this is going to become a not-quite-stream-of-consciousness.*** College Town is absolutely covered with tree limbs that fell in the ice storm. I spend as much time walking on the street as I do the sidewalk between campus and my apartment because people are in the process of cleaning up. You can go anywhere without seeing bucket trucks and hearing chainsaws.

My neighbor’s dog was in the hallway when I came here Sunday afternoon. The little thing growled at me. When I met the neighbor walking the dog yesterday, it jumped up on my leg and licked my hand. What’s up with that?

I really want to have a cat here. Being at home around our cats makes me miss them when I come back. The problem is that I’m not here often enough to be fair for a pet, I go back home too often, and I don’t exactly have money to spare for the pet deposit for my apartment. Some day soon, I shall have a kitty of my own.

I believe my rambling has become annoying (it has to me), so I’m going to go take a nap before my Shakespeare class. Please forgive me for the preceding gobbledygook that I’m calling a blog post and give me a chance to redeem myself the rest of this week.

*Yesterday marks the first day of my attempt at becoming a healthier eater. It is also the first day in as long as I can remember that I haven’t eaten junk food.
**This will seriously conflict with my necessary television viewing: Tuesday night Gilmore Girls and Thursday night Grey’s Anatomy. Sad.
***A true stream-of-consciousness would be frightening. In the words of my beloved Lorelai Gilmore, “It’s a big bag of weird up there.”

Labels: everyday musings

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