Hello, welcome to the typical me. My name is Courtney, and it is 9:47 PM, and tomorrow I have an eight-page paper due that I should probably be working on. But, woe is me. I suppose that this is much more interesting and therefore, much more worth my time as I was taught in my microeconomics class one year ago. The paper is for an IAH anyway.
I'm sitting in a lounge in a hall on my campus. The windows, each a panel roughly 5 ft x 3 ft in size, wrap around about half of this rectangular room. At night, they appear more as mirrors rather than windows, and I cannot help but feel vulnerable and exposed as I see my reflection in one pane of glass, knowing that anyone walking about in the courtyard outside can see me as if in a one-way mirror. But, my work must take priority, the window/mirror glass must be dismissed. (Or this blog, I suppose, since I am clearly not hard at work.)
Pink Floyd is playing in my ear- One Slip, more specifically, from their Momentary Lapse of Reason album. I'm a rather big Pink Floyd fan, really. Their lyrics and compositions really speak to me. Also, their music creates a great ambiance that is both stimulating and not too distracting. This helps during paper-writing and math problem-solving, neither of which I have gotten very far on tonight. Oh well.
This blog is not really supposed to be a journal, or a record of events. I'm not trying to prove anything either, including myself or any particularly political agenda. It is merely a depository of thoughts that I have. I suppose it is more prose than anything. It is an opportunity to sharpen my creativity and an outlet for nights like this when I am honestly considering overdosing on caffeine pills if it means I don't have to write this awful, awful paper that is due tomorrow. But, all irrationality aside, I am really a very driven person... It just seems, lately, that I have misplaced my drive.
On the Turning Away is playing now (same album, my favorite actually, in case you were wondering, which you probably weren't). If only Pink Floyd could be a constant soundtrack playing the back of my mind. I suppose an MP3 player would also suffice, but sadly, I cannot afford one.
Oh, let's not get started on the list of things I cannot afford.
I'm trying to break 500 words (there's five more, does a number count? I suppose I could write it out as 'five-hundred' and that would be two more). Eventually, I would hope this amount of words would come to me quickly. If anything, I hope to use this blog as an opportunity to expand my vocabulary, improve sentence structure, and understand myself. Longevity and succinctness are important too; I hope to also sharpen those skills as well.
Terminal Frost is playing now. What's striking to me is that my music player (on my computer, as I said earlier, no MP3 player) is on shuffle and yet the past few songs have all been off one album (I own their entire discography, of course). I suppose that's okay, though. Time to get to work. I'm writing a research paper on Gustave Flaubert's Madame Bovary. While I haven't exactly settled on a research question yet, I am probably going to discuss oppression of women in the mid-nineteenth century and how this affected the central female character in Madame Bovary, Emma Bovary, the wife who desired an extravagant and glamorous lifestyle but had none, and in her grief sought out men to sleep with, believing the act of adultery as a thrilling and exciting one. Flaubert's novel was considered immoral about the times of its publication (Flaubert was even sued for publishing it, due to its morally-poisoning story-line), but obviously it seems fairly tame in today's terms.
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