Which is what is written on a shirt I just bought for, like, 5 bucks. There is a ship on it because of course there is. It's weirdly shaped because practically all of the shirts I buy are weirdly shaped, so I don't know what I'm going to wear with it just yet, but I have a feeling I'll find a nautical-looking jacket or an eye patch and my problem will be solved.
I don't even know what to say about my life and what it is doing at the moment. There are all these THINGS I'm gonna have to deal with soon. You know, big important questions to be answered, decisions to be made, and responsibilities to be fulfilled. I mean, they don't have to be dealt with absolutely immediately, right this second, but I can feel them approaching. Their shadows loom large across the horizon of my life and I've gotta say, I don't like them there and I'm definitely not looking forward to having to deal with them.
"Shouldn't you be looking at graduate programs, Morgan?" they ask. "How much money are you willing to owe to go abroad, Morgan?" they persist."What are your professional plans for the fuuuuture, Morgan?" they wonder. "I mean," they continue, "What are you even going to do with your life?"
My bluntly honest answers at the present time are, respectively, probably yes, I don't know, ummmm..., and oh God I have no idea anymore. But you can't say that, so lately I've taken to glaring at them and retorting, "Fuck you, I've won a BAFTA." A pause usually follows. "No, you have no-," they begin. "Wait. Are you on the internet again?"
Yes. Yes I am. Or reading Finnikin of the Rock by Melina Marchetta which is a book you should all read. All of you.
Life is pretty alright otherwise, though. On the one hand school is more intense than I expected, but on the other I got to handle a 12th century French manuscript of Lancelot Du Lac. Parchment is really weird - it's almost greasy and after you've touched it your hands smell a bit like it, which should be faintly disgusting since it's 700 year old cow/goat skin that's been treated with God only knows what, but it isn't. So that class is awesome and my gender studies class is full of wonderful people. French class is... French class.
College friends are nice and all, but I miss you guys like crazy. Until today the weather has been all balmy and mid-March-like, so my internal calendar has been all, "Oh, hey! The weather's getting nice, which means school's gonna finish up and you'll be able to hang out with those lovely people again." No, actually, it is still only early February. You are horribly misinformed, internal calendar.
I am rambling a bit now, I believe. Apologies for throwing my jumbled feelings at you. Now I'll throw some musics at you instead.
I found this one on Monday and just now watched the video. I don't know how I feel about the video, but I adore the song.
This one is beautiful and sad.
This last one is much happier and I couldn't find a good version on YouTube, so click the liiiink.
http://burdge.tumblr.com/post/17299280178/paris-in-the-morning-joe-purdy
I really liked the first one! The others will require more listen-throughs before I can form an opinion.
ReplyDeleteMan, with you and Trish's contributions, iTunes and Amazon mp3 are getting a surge of business from me :D Thanks for sharing!
And yeah, thoughts of the future are looming ever closer. Sometimes I'm worried, but lately...I'm actually kind of excited. I don't have any solid answers about my own future, though, but the idea of moving on to the next chapter of my life is still pretty exciting.