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hawkwing_lb) wrote2006-01-10 07:36 pm
hawkwing_lb) wrote2006-01-10 07:36 pm
The university, it eats our brains
Back at college as of yesterday, with the oh-so-wonderful oxygen-deprived hour-each-way commute (egads I hate all the people, so many people, all crammed in at once so you just can't breathe [and no I'm not claustrophobic - except with lots of people in a very small space]).
College. Yep. Expect limited coherence from me in the near future (not that I was all that coherent before).
Have broadband now, which is kind of cool.
Oh, and the seven quirks meme caught my eye. Can't remember where I saw it first (did warn you. University eats brains), but here goes:
Seven quirks (you really don't need to know) of mine:
1. Unless I have a very good reason to be dressy, I wear track trousers and t-shirt. Jeans and t-shirt if I'm feeling like a little bit more effort.
2. I do not wear skirts. Not ever. When I had to wear skirts as part of a school uniform, I dealt with it, but. Not. Ever. Voluntarily. Never.
3. I read books in the bathroom. While I'm cleaning my teeth, as well. In fact, that's where the majority of my not-for-college non-fiction gets read.
4. Books. Boooooks. I will go without food and sleep to finish reading a book I enjoy.
5. At home, I have a tendency to walk away from conversations and go do something (get a drink, whatever) in the next room without saying anything. When I come back in, I'll expect take up the conversation where it left off. Improperly socialised, who me?
6. I have to restrain the urge to correct the improper use of apostrophes in public media loudly and with diagrams.*
7. I am inclined to putting my metaphorical foot in my mouth in public converse.
*#6 also applies to homonyms. Which reminds me. In last weekend's Sunday Indo, one of our politicians, writing about the state of the hospital services outside Dublin, said that the depravation was unbelieveable. He used this word several times, speaking about depraved rural areas.
Now, if he was using it sarcastically, I wouldn't mind. But I think the bloke confused himself between deprave and deprive, and forgot that spellcheck is Evil. He's a deprived fellow, truly, to never have met anyone truly depraved.
College. Yep. Expect limited coherence from me in the near future (not that I was all that coherent before).
Have broadband now, which is kind of cool.
Oh, and the seven quirks meme caught my eye. Can't remember where I saw it first (did warn you. University eats brains), but here goes:
Seven quirks (you really don't need to know) of mine:
1. Unless I have a very good reason to be dressy, I wear track trousers and t-shirt. Jeans and t-shirt if I'm feeling like a little bit more effort.
2. I do not wear skirts. Not ever. When I had to wear skirts as part of a school uniform, I dealt with it, but. Not. Ever. Voluntarily. Never.
3. I read books in the bathroom. While I'm cleaning my teeth, as well. In fact, that's where the majority of my not-for-college non-fiction gets read.
4. Books. Boooooks. I will go without food and sleep to finish reading a book I enjoy.
5. At home, I have a tendency to walk away from conversations and go do something (get a drink, whatever) in the next room without saying anything. When I come back in, I'll expect take up the conversation where it left off. Improperly socialised, who me?
6. I have to restrain the urge to correct the improper use of apostrophes in public media loudly and with diagrams.*
7. I am inclined to putting my metaphorical foot in my mouth in public converse.
*#6 also applies to homonyms. Which reminds me. In last weekend's Sunday Indo, one of our politicians, writing about the state of the hospital services outside Dublin, said that the depravation was unbelieveable. He used this word several times, speaking about depraved rural areas.
Now, if he was using it sarcastically, I wouldn't mind. But I think the bloke confused himself between deprave and deprive, and forgot that spellcheck is Evil. He's a deprived fellow, truly, to never have met anyone truly depraved.
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I fell in love with the scenery. Sleeping eight or more to a room in really horrible bunks, I'd wake up when it was still dark, 0530 or so, to clean my teeth and use the bathrooms. The air would be icy, so cold you could see your breath, and the stars were still really clear in the sky. When it started to get light, the mist would cling around the mountains our window faced; and swirls of cloud would rise off a background of damp, lush green. It looked like a volcano with steam rising from its vents, but it was only a hill.
And the rocks, and the bay, and the hills and the lake - it's actually one of the places in this country where I dream about living (thanks to the possibilty of internet book buying).
I always found the midlands sort of boring, scenery-wise. Comes of living on a hill by the sea for the better part of a dozen years, I suppose. I guess I think landscape should have ups and downs to it, not be all sort of flat and boggy :-).
Yes, I think I do have a rant very much like that one. Also another one about the increase in persons of wealth who are deficient in manners in perfectly good areas... But that one sounds rather like my grandmother on a bad day, so I keep it on a very tight leash :-).
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There was even a decent little pub in the middle of the island. Had a good cuppa tea and a bowl of soup.
I know! You can have the abandoned castle on the western side of Achill. Just the thing for a writer who needs a bit of privacy sometimes. ;-)
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