Just Keep Going
May. 26th, 2010 11:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
niriniaI think I'll separate my book and life updates, makes for less of a mess. So you get two entries in one day. Someone's got to be thrilled. Two exams down, two to go. I wrote a messy essay about time as a physical entity in Prufrock, and translated a non-coherent piece about the modern condition. You'd think psychiatrists had a decent grasp on writing, but no, they do not. And I did not particularly enjoy having to piece together meaning because the sentences made no sense.
The first swim of the year was had, at the cottage this weekend. Where we also drank too much, my brother got murdered at Scrabble by yours truly, who also nearly broke her back carrying reference materials, clothes and macbook to finish the translation exam.
To celebrate surviving half the exams, Anette and I went out to a quick dinner. We went to Hansken for their delicious onion soup and wine, but also got complimentary starters – foie gras. I don't particularly like it, Anette hated it. We never did figure out why precisely we got them, perhaps they were about to expire and they had to get rid of them? Then we proceeded to speed over to the cinema to see Polanski's Ghost Writer – mediocre thriller, occasionally clever, terribly cheap ending. And now I'm reading for the two final exams. Postcolonial literature and general literary theory Oh, joy.
The first swim of the year was had, at the cottage this weekend. Where we also drank too much, my brother got murdered at Scrabble by yours truly, who also nearly broke her back carrying reference materials, clothes and macbook to finish the translation exam.
To celebrate surviving half the exams, Anette and I went out to a quick dinner. We went to Hansken for their delicious onion soup and wine, but also got complimentary starters – foie gras. I don't particularly like it, Anette hated it. We never did figure out why precisely we got them, perhaps they were about to expire and they had to get rid of them? Then we proceeded to speed over to the cinema to see Polanski's Ghost Writer – mediocre thriller, occasionally clever, terribly cheap ending. And now I'm reading for the two final exams. Postcolonial literature and general literary theory Oh, joy.
