Tuesday, October 15, 2002
 

It's been an unexciting day 'roud here. I got my upcoming paper and final paper topics approved for modernism. I have a semi-topic for Victorian (contingent on this short story working as a primary literary text), which leaves only figuring out something for Southern, which is, of course, my most important class because it's the American one. Now, what topic regarding Faulkner has not been covered?

I checked out many many books from the library and made my first trip up to the eighth floor, which, I must say, is nicer than the seventh, wherein I dwell. I make it a point never to use the elevator for my constant floor-to-floor trips (usually ranging from third to seventh-- and now eighth!-- floors) and count it as my daily exercise. I weighed my backpack when I got back, and it weighed 18 pounds, which explains why my back was killing me. I was also carrying an armload of the books that wouldn't fit in my backpack, so I guess that was my weighlifting, and the library stairs (plus the ~2 miles of walking, of course) were my cardio. Can't say I didn't learn anything in HES :) I ran into a fellow student in the library, which I seem to do constantly. In fact, I see this guy in the library about as much as I see him in class. In the halcyon days of undergrad, this would have made us nerds. Now, it's just grad student pride.

In other self-injury news (other than back strain), I burned the living daylights out of my left index finger. I was removing a tray from the 400 degree oven and managed, in spite of my potholder, to fry a rather large portion of my upper finger. It hurts like nobody's business; it's the worst-feeling burn I've had in awhile (and a klutz like me does do this fairly frequently). It's been really cute, me sitting here trying to read and make notes with one hand while keeping the other in a glass of ice water.

Elvisette philosophized at 11:06 PM