I needed a little escapism in my life, so I decided to read a book I've never read for me. A bold move, I know, but I feel safe in the knowledge that George Orwell's 1984 has been assimilated into our culture, and won't be entirely foreign. It's a start.
When that's finished I'll get really escapist and start reading my philosophy texts. I don't think I've gone cover-to-cover on one of those in my entire student life.
I've sorted out a far preferable course for second semester, one that means even if I act like myself I should still be able to pass. Which is to say, no terms requirements, and all reading-based rather than formula or something cumulative. Because I have a tendency not to cumulate well. Goodbye, French.
I've also found myself a nice little online rhyming dictionary, so I can enter into the world of "sell-out" songwriting. Apparently it's not genuine or heartfelt if you use reference material.
Drugs are okay, I understand.
Grnn. I make no sense.