*collapses*

My week is done.

Well, not really, but the class portion of it ended 10.15 this morning. I am not unhappy about this in the slightest. I forgot how exhausting the whole thing was, and I now have to go out and buy books again. That was a pain last semester and this one, because of the fact that there continues to be no centralized book hunting location for students.

Also, repeatedly hassled by the stupid environmentalist wanting me to sign petitions. Literally, they stand in your way and you have to dodge around them while they follow you and tell you about how nice it would be for you to just stop for a moment to talk to them. For some reason, it's far more annoying to me than I can really explain. I feel like telling them that I hate trees and want to burn them all down- something to just knock them back a little.

I finally figured out how to get my grades last night- rather, Colleen had figured it out, and she showed me the website to go to. I've passed everything, and can get on with my life. (I actually got better grades than I had expected, and think this is due to being cute Erasmus student attempting to take exams in German.)

Other news: The New Courses

Middle High German Grammar
Handwriting Traditions (ie, learning how to actually read those old documents)
Text Analysis
Wellesley Core Course: just for us. Yay.
Tibetan Religious History
and later South Indian Folk Religions

Life is good, I am unreasonably tired for the life I am leading, and I am full of noodles.

Allow me to clarify

why I'm not engaging in the ritual 'first post' humiliation. This is not my first post, nor my first journal. It's a place marker for a project that's going under the title of "Kite with Fish," as it's been an image running around in my head for as long as I've had the notion to equate the trailing bows on a kite's tail with little tropical fish.

(no subject)

My brains feel vague and fuzzed. I spent most of the day reading "From Hell," which perhaps explains the effect. Alan Moore has a way of breaking my mind open and shaking out the contents for the sheer hell of it. And I've not yet even gotten into the Appendices on this particular piece of work, either! They promise to be special sort of education. (Really, the research the man does is nothing sort of obsessive.)