Tidbits

I might change the colors on this page often, not sure why, I seem to differ much in my tastes from day to day.

If you remove yourself from all your familiars, you notice every smallest detail.

There's a two-week film festival starting this coming weekend that I would die to devote my life to, but I also have 3 large essays due in the same 2 weeks. I'm bothering myself too much with the worry that I'll regret it forever if I don't buy a festival pass and see as many films as I can, but also the worry that I'll ignore the essays that'll get me the grades I need to pass these classes. The classes demand I catch up on reading the epic romances I've skimmed to get by over the past few weeks, with poetry along the side. The festival features documentaries, hommages, old films, never-before-screened films, short films, experimental films, the newest European features, and the latest independent features from all over the world. I'm torn between film and literature!

When I've the most work to do, I do the smallest work. Grocery lists, sort out my banking matters, gather addresses, compile meeting minutes, organize music folders, continue job searching. All this instead of reading about how Count D'Elmont refuses Lady Alovisa's love and pines for Melliora.

Everyone is in love in my books. Everyone pines, everyone duels, everyone suffers.