It’s finally getting cold, and I know I’ll hate it when it’s really winter, but right now I’m just welcoming more predictable weather.
No to leaving the house in stockings only to have it hit 30 degrees later in the day.
Yes to blankets, boots, and coats.
When I first got my course outlines this semester I was so terrified, questioning whether I really wanted to do this and whether I was smart enough to do it. But now that my first assignment is almost done, and I’ve done a few weeks of readings and tutes, I’m feeling really good about it. I think I’m kind of good at this thing.
And in fact I’m going to go talk to my adviser tomorrow about maybe picking up a second degree, so I’d be doing arts/education, because kids are great and teachers inspire me.
We are on our seventh bottle of red wine tonight. The wine is expensive, but stolen, and none of us really like red wine, so it’s a cocavino party. My friends came over and brought some Finnish backpacker girls with them. We had cheese and baguettes and salad and barbeque chicken for dinner, and listened to Finnish pop music and showed them Midnight Oil. Things are pretty shitty right now with money and me not getting my uni work done, but I’m forgetting it tonight and it feels good. I love wine and cheese and chocolate and music and friends.
Think I might actually die of uni this semester. A novel and a Shakespeare play every fortnight. Weekly tute papers. Some scary online only class. Gotta get a new job but don’t know when I’ll have time to work.
