amaranthe

Well, the essay I was stressing about and putting off got done, thank god. I haven't slept, just wrote it, printed it, took it in and stuck it through the hole in the door. I haven't been game to read over it...that could result in a) Disaster. b) Self Loathing for Laziness. c) Anger. d) Disappointment at my own Stupidity. k) All of the above and more!
Having survived that, I now have to face starting the semester properly on monday. I have to get the Concise Dictionary of Old Icelandic. Why on earth did I pick a subject (Viking Culture/history) that involves learning a complicated and relatively useless/dead language? Still, I guess that I was geeky enough to learn Elvish back in the days, even spoke it pretty fluently. All gone though, kind of like the four years of French that slipped out via my eyeball some time ago now. Maybe if i speak Old Icelandic, people will think I'm some kind of weird freak talking gibberish. So far, there are 3 people in the class including myself. Just got to hope they have personalities I suppose!

I should go see my boyfriend. I've been neglecting him lately apparently.

fare thee well