I don't want any more vicissitudes...
Sep. 8th, 2007 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickle...I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.*
You've all done The Right Thing and gone to watch Stardust right? Right?
You'd better.
As for me, there was the waking up late, the talking to mom (with accompanied tired tears and defeated panic), getting of a prepaid cell phone (no contract yet, 'cause I need a bank statement, which'll be in at the end of the bloody month, and apparently a signed bank contract isn't enough), then groceris (Food! Foooooooood!) and then...well...blah, really.
Ought to have called my buddy/mentor, but I don't feel at all like going out of the house anymore today, much less getting on the train, and anyways, I ought to unpack and organize my room a bit, or do my laundry (I've got 4-day-old capuccino stains on a pair of pants - not a fun way to start your morning).
But. I just can't. I can't do anything anymore.
I am no closer to sending postcards than yesterday, or all of last week. I'd like to find a postoffice - hey! Internet! The answers to everything! ...in Dutch. - or understand how the hell the postcard box tingies work, and where are they anyway. Also, one postcard short. And envelopes. Where can I buy envelopes?
You know, moving to a new country seriously sucks in the details sections. You don't know how details like these work, or where they are, or you stare at a dozen Dutch-brand washing detergents and wonder which one you should buy, based on the mascot and limited Dutch you can descipher.
*pout*
I'll just stare at the download bar on BitTorrent then, and hope that soon, soon - 62.3%, from this morning's 40-odd - I'll be able to watch The Doctor walting around with Martha, Daleks and Pigmen.
Oy vey.
Links of the Day:
List of Gods in Neil Gaiman's American Gods (Wikipedia article and Wikiquote entry) and a collection of theories on the identity of The Forgotten God whose name or face no one ever seems to recall in the novel. (I'm backing the Chance/Luck theory.)
American Gods, while not based on Eight Days of Luke by Diana Wynne Jones, does, according to Neil, "although they bear an odd relationship, like second cousins once removed or something."
Artist Charles Vess's website, and his illustrated essay.
A fine Deviant Art shirt indeed.
* Elizabeth Wurtzel
You've all done The Right Thing and gone to watch Stardust right? Right?
You'd better.
As for me, there was the waking up late, the talking to mom (with accompanied tired tears and defeated panic), getting of a prepaid cell phone (no contract yet, 'cause I need a bank statement, which'll be in at the end of the bloody month, and apparently a signed bank contract isn't enough), then groceris (Food! Foooooooood!) and then...well...blah, really.
Ought to have called my buddy/mentor, but I don't feel at all like going out of the house anymore today, much less getting on the train, and anyways, I ought to unpack and organize my room a bit, or do my laundry (I've got 4-day-old capuccino stains on a pair of pants - not a fun way to start your morning).
But. I just can't. I can't do anything anymore.
I am no closer to sending postcards than yesterday, or all of last week. I'd like to find a postoffice - hey! Internet! The answers to everything! ...in Dutch. - or understand how the hell the postcard box tingies work, and where are they anyway. Also, one postcard short. And envelopes. Where can I buy envelopes?
You know, moving to a new country seriously sucks in the details sections. You don't know how details like these work, or where they are, or you stare at a dozen Dutch-brand washing detergents and wonder which one you should buy, based on the mascot and limited Dutch you can descipher.
*pout*
I'll just stare at the download bar on BitTorrent then, and hope that soon, soon - 62.3%, from this morning's 40-odd - I'll be able to watch The Doctor walting around with Martha, Daleks and Pigmen.
Oy vey.
Links of the Day:
List of Gods in Neil Gaiman's American Gods (Wikipedia article and Wikiquote entry) and a collection of theories on the identity of The Forgotten God whose name or face no one ever seems to recall in the novel. (I'm backing the Chance/Luck theory.)
American Gods, while not based on Eight Days of Luke by Diana Wynne Jones, does, according to Neil, "although they bear an odd relationship, like second cousins once removed or something."
Artist Charles Vess's website, and his illustrated essay.
A fine Deviant Art shirt indeed.
* Elizabeth Wurtzel
