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tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-10-18 01:03 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2004-10-18 01:03 am
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Back at Simon's Rock, and the first thing I notice is how bloody slow the Internet is here. It's giving me chilling flashbacks to dialup; I should've gone on a mad downloading spree when I was back at home with the DSL, so I wouldn't have to endure watching my downloads creep along at <5kb/s.
This place is an alternate reality, I'm sure of it. As soon as I get home I couldn't possibly imagine how I survived here without falling into a horrible depression from homesickness, and yet home seemed like a remote sort of memory the moment the van crossed onto SRC property. In any case the two realities are incompatible; each seems rather remote and somehow unpleasant when I'm at the other, and yet neither is unpleasant when I'm there. It's strange. And actually, I think it was at home that I was getting depressed--alternating between irritable, melancholy, and dead-and-soulless, with frequent overlap between the three. Haven't been back here long enough to figure out if it was location-specific or if my emotional karma is just biting me in the ass this month.
Still loving the Bach CD. Have yet to listen to it all the way through, unfortunately, but two hours ago I was discovered headbanging like mad to the Fugue in G Minor... shut up, I still had a bottle and a half of Bawls floating around in my system and was rather hyperactive. I'd love to learn to play some of these; my reaction upon just listening to a piece of music generally tends to be "pretty sounds! must listen to pretty sounds!" and I don't get a feel for the patterns or complexity until I've played it myself. And Bach is allll patterns and complexity, y0--which I didn't really appreciate until I tried to play the infamous Toccata and Fugue in D Minor and got stuck on, like, the 18th bar of the fugue.
<whine>Fuuuuuuck, I have calculus homework. Who assigns homework due the day after break? Not cool. And I have caffeine-munchies and very little edible food. And it's already 1 am and I still want/need to unpack, do said homework, watch Amadeus, make myself some pasta to stave off said munchies, read more of Good Omens, work on getting past said 18th measure, wash a few items of clothing that escaped the last laundry run and have started to smell, etc.</whine>
I don't really think all that caffeine and guarana has worn off yet. I'm still feeling a bit like a caged animal, although most of the twitching and tingling and shaking and such have worn off.
EDIT: Electric stoves are the devil and need to die. Slowly. Half the time it took to make my pasta was waiting for the damn thing to splutter into life and heat up.
This place is an alternate reality, I'm sure of it. As soon as I get home I couldn't possibly imagine how I survived here without falling into a horrible depression from homesickness, and yet home seemed like a remote sort of memory the moment the van crossed onto SRC property. In any case the two realities are incompatible; each seems rather remote and somehow unpleasant when I'm at the other, and yet neither is unpleasant when I'm there. It's strange. And actually, I think it was at home that I was getting depressed--alternating between irritable, melancholy, and dead-and-soulless, with frequent overlap between the three. Haven't been back here long enough to figure out if it was location-specific or if my emotional karma is just biting me in the ass this month.
Still loving the Bach CD. Have yet to listen to it all the way through, unfortunately, but two hours ago I was discovered headbanging like mad to the Fugue in G Minor... shut up, I still had a bottle and a half of Bawls floating around in my system and was rather hyperactive. I'd love to learn to play some of these; my reaction upon just listening to a piece of music generally tends to be "pretty sounds! must listen to pretty sounds!" and I don't get a feel for the patterns or complexity until I've played it myself. And Bach is allll patterns and complexity, y0--which I didn't really appreciate until I tried to play the infamous Toccata and Fugue in D Minor and got stuck on, like, the 18th bar of the fugue.
<whine>Fuuuuuuck, I have calculus homework. Who assigns homework due the day after break? Not cool. And I have caffeine-munchies and very little edible food. And it's already 1 am and I still want/need to unpack, do said homework, watch Amadeus, make myself some pasta to stave off said munchies, read more of Good Omens, work on getting past said 18th measure, wash a few items of clothing that escaped the last laundry run and have started to smell, etc.</whine>
I don't really think all that caffeine and guarana has worn off yet. I'm still feeling a bit like a caged animal, although most of the twitching and tingling and shaking and such have worn off.
EDIT: Electric stoves are the devil and need to die. Slowly. Half the time it took to make my pasta was waiting for the damn thing to splutter into life and heat up.