I'm a big fat liar, aren't I? I really just don't have the time for this anymore. I've given up on saying I'll post soon because I lie every time. But for now, I'll give a mini update...because I'm stressed. So here goes:
1-I need to find a place to live. Soon.
I'm going to be kicked out of halls at the end of August (possibly in September) and I still have no where to move into. I'm very picky and that makes things bad. And I want to live with my friends, but that doesn't seem to be something plausible which makes things worse. Because I won't be a student anymore, I'm going to have to pay council tax and all my student friends don't want to live with me because they are exempt otherwise. For those of you who don't know, Council Tax is basically a tax you get for living in a residence in England and it can cost up to £3000 a year, I'm told. Oh geez....
I've been searching on Gumtree and finding crap all. I want to live as close to Central London as possible, but its more expensive and smaller. Sigh. Why, London? Why must you make my life so difficult??!! I just want a bath tub and a double bed....is that so much to ask for? *cue stress attack*
2-My dissertation deadline is slowly approaching. I've got to write 3 chapters by the end of September and a written piece about how my writing has changed and how it fits into the literary world. I've completed 2 chapters so far, though one still needs editing, but I have one more to write and no clue what it's going to be about. I did write for 5 hours in Starbucks today and am quite proud of the amount of editing I did, but tomorrow I think I need to buckle down and figure out the next chapter...or at least what it will be about. I'm still on track, but I feel like I'm only just...
3-I've been working a lot lately. I love my job, but this past week I ended up working full time and I started to see what it would be like to no longer have school. I don't think I've ever actually had that feeling before. In the past it has always felt more like summer vacation, even after graduating from FSU. But I'm beginning to feel what its like to just be in the real world. It's very repetative...very tiring. Very interesting. I'm just glad this week is back to normal hours so that I can get my other things done.
4-Throughout it all I normally have my friends. And I still do. It's just that its getting harder and harder to see people lately. Marshall has moved out of halls, Alice is busy with her dissertation and has been in hibernation for weeks now, Paul wasn't speaking to me for about a month, and so Jay has had to entertain me entirely on his own. I worry that sometimes I get overbearing and I don't want to drive him mad. I love that boy to bits...he's become my best friend over here. And he was here with me when Uncle Howie passed away a few weeks ago...something I'm very grateful for.
And so....the stress is building. I'm reaching a point where if I push one thing from my mind, the next sidles on in and takes over. I've got stress on the mind all the time. I need to go for a jog to clear my head. And actually, I'm in training for a half-marathon in October, so I really should go for a jog soon! I'm doing the Run to the Beat London Half-Marathon on 5 October 2008 with Leukaemia Research UK, so if anyone has a spare dollar, pound, etc and they would like to donate, it would be greatly appreciated. You can donate to my run at:
http://www.justgiving.com/hilaryklein
Finally, I've been writing poetry again. I haven't written anything in over 2 years so it's not very good...but the fact that I'm doing it means something, doesn't it? Ah well...
I’ve Read This One Before
I’m sure I’ve read this one before.
The story is too familiar, too well-known.
The characters are new, but the prose are the same.
And I know how it goes.
Each page feels just like déjà vu,
the twists, the turns, the dénouement.
It’s a tear jerker for certain.
Oh, I know how it goes.
Re-living proves hard for the well-read.
The binding is old, the pages feel brittle,
the cover is tattered and worn.
Yet I know how it goes.
Look! There’s a plot point
strategically placed, obvious to a trained eye,
revealing in its subtle way.
Can’t you see how it goes?
Perhaps you dislike spoilers,
don’t want to know the tragic end.
You’d rather read through every page
to find out how it goes.
But, I know how it goes.
I’m sure I’ve read this one before.
HRK 2008
Tug ’o War
Pulling
Pulling
Pulling
Afraid to win,
But more afraid to lose.
How did I end up in a game that I never wanted to play?
Tugging
Tugging
Tugging
Scared to tear you in two.
Why has it come to this?
Why do you have to choose?
Will I win? Will I lose?
HRK 2008
And on that note, it's time for a shower and a bit more work before bed. Hope this is sufficient for the time being.
--Hils
1-I need to find a place to live. Soon.
I'm going to be kicked out of halls at the end of August (possibly in September) and I still have no where to move into. I'm very picky and that makes things bad. And I want to live with my friends, but that doesn't seem to be something plausible which makes things worse. Because I won't be a student anymore, I'm going to have to pay council tax and all my student friends don't want to live with me because they are exempt otherwise. For those of you who don't know, Council Tax is basically a tax you get for living in a residence in England and it can cost up to £3000 a year, I'm told. Oh geez....
I've been searching on Gumtree and finding crap all. I want to live as close to Central London as possible, but its more expensive and smaller. Sigh. Why, London? Why must you make my life so difficult??!! I just want a bath tub and a double bed....is that so much to ask for? *cue stress attack*
2-My dissertation deadline is slowly approaching. I've got to write 3 chapters by the end of September and a written piece about how my writing has changed and how it fits into the literary world. I've completed 2 chapters so far, though one still needs editing, but I have one more to write and no clue what it's going to be about. I did write for 5 hours in Starbucks today and am quite proud of the amount of editing I did, but tomorrow I think I need to buckle down and figure out the next chapter...or at least what it will be about. I'm still on track, but I feel like I'm only just...
3-I've been working a lot lately. I love my job, but this past week I ended up working full time and I started to see what it would be like to no longer have school. I don't think I've ever actually had that feeling before. In the past it has always felt more like summer vacation, even after graduating from FSU. But I'm beginning to feel what its like to just be in the real world. It's very repetative...very tiring. Very interesting. I'm just glad this week is back to normal hours so that I can get my other things done.
4-Throughout it all I normally have my friends. And I still do. It's just that its getting harder and harder to see people lately. Marshall has moved out of halls, Alice is busy with her dissertation and has been in hibernation for weeks now, Paul wasn't speaking to me for about a month, and so Jay has had to entertain me entirely on his own. I worry that sometimes I get overbearing and I don't want to drive him mad. I love that boy to bits...he's become my best friend over here. And he was here with me when Uncle Howie passed away a few weeks ago...something I'm very grateful for.
And so....the stress is building. I'm reaching a point where if I push one thing from my mind, the next sidles on in and takes over. I've got stress on the mind all the time. I need to go for a jog to clear my head. And actually, I'm in training for a half-marathon in October, so I really should go for a jog soon! I'm doing the Run to the Beat London Half-Marathon on 5 October 2008 with Leukaemia Research UK, so if anyone has a spare dollar, pound, etc and they would like to donate, it would be greatly appreciated. You can donate to my run at:
http://www.justgiving.com/hilaryklein
Finally, I've been writing poetry again. I haven't written anything in over 2 years so it's not very good...but the fact that I'm doing it means something, doesn't it? Ah well...
I’ve Read This One Before
I’m sure I’ve read this one before.
The story is too familiar, too well-known.
The characters are new, but the prose are the same.
And I know how it goes.
Each page feels just like déjà vu,
the twists, the turns, the dénouement.
It’s a tear jerker for certain.
Oh, I know how it goes.
Re-living proves hard for the well-read.
The binding is old, the pages feel brittle,
the cover is tattered and worn.
Yet I know how it goes.
Look! There’s a plot point
strategically placed, obvious to a trained eye,
revealing in its subtle way.
Can’t you see how it goes?
Perhaps you dislike spoilers,
don’t want to know the tragic end.
You’d rather read through every page
to find out how it goes.
But, I know how it goes.
I’m sure I’ve read this one before.
HRK 2008
Tug ’o War
Pulling
Pulling
Pulling
Afraid to win,
But more afraid to lose.
How did I end up in a game that I never wanted to play?
Tugging
Tugging
Tugging
Scared to tear you in two.
Why has it come to this?
Why do you have to choose?
Will I win? Will I lose?
HRK 2008
And on that note, it's time for a shower and a bit more work before bed. Hope this is sufficient for the time being.
--Hils
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