This postIt’s snowing. A lot. And I’m tucked up somewhat cozily on the fifth floor of the library, pecking away on this post as I do my darndest to avoid working on my final for my reference class. The guy next to me has a tinny “Deck the Halls” piping out of his earbuds, and I close my eyes in a moment of silence in memoriam of my iPod. Not that I really miss it all that much, I have to say, but every once in a while I think how it would be nice. And then I go on with my life. Besides, I’m surrounded by books — how could I not be satisfied?
Oh, that’s right, the final. This beast is a two-pronged pitchfork, actually, with the final proper being the first half and a final project being the second. While I did break the first prong off about an hour ago, I’ve still got the other prong left, and this one has a huge slab of grimy, greasy, gristly devilmeat gored on it.
Except it’s not really that bad, I suppose. It’s an annotated bibliography, 20 sources (10-15 pages), due by Monday night. That’s the nasty part (though I really can’t complain — it could be 40 pages, 100 sources, or worse). The good part (which will hopefully make the prong melt away in my hands — gloved hands, that is) is that my topic (chosen by me) is mythopoeic literature. C.S. Lewis, Tolkien, George MacDonald, that kind of thing. It happens to be one of my favorite kinds of literature, and I get goosebumps and start salivating just thinking of it, so it shouldn’t be too bad. It’s just getting started that’s the hard part. (Hey, that sounds familiar… :))
In other news, NaNoWriMo has left me with an addiction to writing that won’t go away. I’m going to start writing a nonfiction book soon, though I’m not sure what the topic (or format) will be yet. And this morning when I woke up, an idea for a full-length play immediately plopped onto my head. Its egg started cracking while I took my shower, and I’m mustering all my willpower to make sure I finish my final before I dive headlong into writing a first draft. Oh, and I’m also working with my little brother on turning one of the Grimms’ fairy tales into a 3D animated short film — probably “Snow-White and Rose-Red,” but I haven’t quite decided yet.
I’m just hoping that the fire alarm doesn’t go off and force us all to evacuate the library, because the umbrella just isn’t cutting it. I should’ve brought my parka (amend that to should’ve bought a parka so I could then bring it) instead of this flimsy jacket. Why does coolness trump common sense so often with me? ~sigh~
Well, the feelings of guilt are now overcoming the feelings of freedom, and so I must return to this final. But let’s look at the bright side — doing this research is almost inevitably going to end up as a blog post or two. (Yes, I think it’s safe to say that almost any event, no matter how dire or bitter, becomes swallowable if I remember that I can blog about it. :P)
