Thinking Again; Then Lecture

Thinking first, lecture second. Because I don't think during lectures. I just transcribe what the lecturer is saying onto my Word doc.

I have been listening to Little Dragon again. Little Mishelle gave me some songs a few months ago. My appreciation of them has slowly built up over the last month or so. My favourite is "Scribbled Paper." It's sultry.

I have been thinking about adventures. Again. My favourite picture book when I was a kid (or series of books, I should say) was the Brambley Hedge books by Jill Barklem. I think they instilled my ardour for adventure in me.

I have been reading The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. I have been thinking about what sort of maudlin life the Bronte sisters lived. All of their books are dreary and depressing yet fabulous. They probably had stinky hair.

I have been stealing bites out of my brother's Connoiseur cookies and cream ice-cream (take that, Little Mishelle). He knows. He leaves for Washington Saturday after next (or is it next Saturday?). I told him to buy me some Hostess snack cakes. He told me he couldn't be bothered because then he'd have to go through customs. I was upset and wouldn't lend him $20 for petrol. I think that showed him.

I have been writing notes for NS200 and wondering if it's even worth it.

Yesterday, I said hi to someone and they looked at me like I was a freak. My social anxiety has come back to plague me. Now I never want to say hi to anyone ever again.

J