alex_letango

I was determined to get up and go to uni today. I even beat my alarm up. But then I had one of those ubiquitous student moments of "i haven't read the book so it won't be useful at all" and managed, even more suprisingly easily than usual, to reason myself out of the need to attend. Further reasoning resulted in the conclusion that setting up this account was a genuinely useful employment of my time, as it had to be done sometime, right?
Now it's turned into one of those days where it's raining outside and I'm thinking "perfect - no distractions from getting stuck into my ekphrasis essay (which I'm actually excited about)." And I'm genuinely surprised at the urge I have to get involved in analysis of the representation of representations. Shit, an empty house and some stimulating reading rocks the fuck out.