Thoughts On A Sunday Night.

Before, Sundays were always a lazy day for me. I used to spend them doing nothing at all - perhaps a bit of music, a few pages of a book, but mostly just lazing around. Right now, I can't remember the last lazy Sunday I spent. There's just so much stuff to do - so much work, so much reading to catch up on... Today, I spent the morning cleaning out my study-table, and I will get to my cupboards next Sunday. I like cleaning stuff. Yes yes, you may say I have OCD, but I feel so much better when things are clean and properly settled.

I am really looking forward to next semester, in spite of the fact that we have 4 Honours papers to get through. ADG will be coordinating the Detailed Study of a Shakespeare Play course, so woohoo. Tintin-da will be coordinating Modernism, and I am also taking Popular and Genre Fiction in the 19th Century, which promises to be really interesting. (Anything that has Dracula and Through The Looking Glass in the syllabus will be great!) Then there's Modernist Prose, I really like Shantanu-da's teaching, so that, too, should be good. Yes, next semester will be difficult, but it also sounds really appealing, and I plan to pay a lot more attention to academics this time.

(Yes, you can laugh now.)

Moving on...

I went shopping last week, bought lots of random stuff - pasta, mushrooms, Iced Tea powder... This week, I shall go shopping again, to buy a couple of notebooks and a few pens, and of course - anything else that captures my fancy. I fear I am turning into a shopaholic. Very soon, I shall be broke. *sigh*

Sometimes, I feel insecure about myself. I wish I were artistically gifted. I wish I could paint wonderful pictures, or take amazing photographs. I wish I were musically gifted - I've always wanted to learn the violin, I tried, but I have no musical talent whatsoever. Sometimes, I feel hopelessly inadequate, but Obelix just jumped onto my lap, and I'm instantly feeling much better. I'm reminded of how lucky I am, that I am fortunate to have a great life, interesting work, a lovely family, fantastic friends, and as for gifts - well, I can wiggle my ears. How many people can do that?

Need Every Post Necessarily Be Titled?

I am feeling ridiculously sick. My throat is sore, my head aches, and I have a cold that refuses to go away. I have a feeling fever might be on its way now. I'm no hypochondriac, I don't generally talk about ill-health, but right now, I feel so ill I want to stay in bed all day.

It's raining outside, and the sound of the raindrops falling is strangely soothing. I'd like to go for a walk, but of course that's out of the question. I'm craving Hot and Sour Soup right now. And Pan Fried Momos. And perhaps some Chocolate Cake, fresh out of the oven.

I want to go shopping. For random stuff. For spiral-bound notebooks, for pens that write in purple and green, for photo-frames. I want to see my friends, I want to talk random rubbish and laugh till my sides hurt.

I want to see my brother. I want to buy that MAD magazine Collector's Edition I saw at Starmark on Friday. I want to paint my nails pink.

I want entirely too much right now. And I don't like being ill. Damn it.

P.S. - I'm sick, so please ignore the rather bad writing.

Love, Concern, Fear, And All The Rest Of It.

Tomorrow, I am getting Pickles spayed. Probably it's nothing to worry about, it's not a major operation, but I can't help feeling twinges of worry. I hope she gets through it fine.

Just excessive panic, perhaps. But I do love her so so much. I've had her since she was a little kitten, she literally grew up in my arms, and she curled up into my hair while sleeping. Now, she doesn't sleep in my hair anymore, but right beside my pillow.

Perhaps I would be better off panicking about the exams, but exams be damned. Pickles is more than a pet - she's part of me. And I hope everything goes okay tomorrow.

In Just A Few Days...

...The end-semester exams will be upon us. I'm not studying. Big surprise. I keep telling myself I'll get down to it soon, yet that "soon" is just a vague idea, a remote speck on the horizon. And that reminds me - my friends came over yesterday, I cooked for them. And among other things, we talked about how our writing styles have changed, ever since JUDE happened. There's a huge difference between then and now.

I'd written a post almost a couple of years back, on this blog, on my favourite smells. When I go back to it now, I'm struck by how childish it is. Yet, (like we concluded yesterday) if we were to write on the same thing today, it would be seemingly profound, and full of pauses pregnant with meaning. Something along the lines of "Smells... Memories... Freshly cut grass. Ah, to lie beneath the stars and experience the sweet intoxication..."

Aah, the perils of being an English-Honours student!

But JUDE hasn't really changed me. In many ways, I'm still the person I was, I haven't changed too many of my beliefs, and so far, I've stayed away from the things I always promised myself I'd stay away from. Yes, perhaps my writing style has changed, and perhaps I'm a calmer person now, more at ease with myself and in sync with the rest of the world, but essentially, I think I'm the same.

And I'm glad JUDE happened, and not just for the change in my writing. I've met some really amazing people, I've made some wonderful friends, friends whom I don't just like, but respect as well. And sometimes when the going gets tough, even though I'm a loner at heart, I know there's support should I need it.

I seem to have rambled on and on, and this post has suddenly turned very sentimental. Perhaps I shall write more on my friends later, but for now - like I said, I'm not studying, and doesn't it show? *grin*