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Is it just me, or are those books INCREDIBLY BORING? I skimmed through the third book last night -- I couldn't bear to read it properly. I think part of the reason for the dullness is the way the action unfolds....it's like Donaldson not only tells, not shows, but he tells you all the implications of the events, as well, instead of letting you figure them out for yourself. He describes everything, rather than just letting things happen. I wish I could think of an example. Plus, two things: I don't care for technological science fiction in general (so I started with that disadvantage), and if I have to see another "Nick's scars glowered black with blood" or whatever, I will swear off Donaldson forever. It's a shame because I really like the idea of setting up a abuser/abused/rescuer triangle and then switching everyone's role half-way through the story. He just didn't do a very captivating job of translating the idea onto the page. |
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it definitely makes for a good enema. |
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grr. and i'm going to die on 2 midterms next week but am totally unable to concentrate long enough to study. these are some of the things wrong with my life right now. and yes, as you've been so good to point out, there is no sex life. that is a problem too, not an immediate one, but a lurking one. so yes, i'm a bit grr right now. generally happy, but moody too. thank you, thats all the rant for today. |
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this morning was excellent. I have 3 friends visiting me, one who might come here next year, which would be so awesome. but she was meeting with a track coach in the morning so i got up early to get her up, but when i woke up i looked out my window and saw the sunrise pouring over the mountains and hitting the snow, making it all golden-rosy colored. and then i took them all to breakfast, and actually sat down and enjoyed my bagel and banana and tea, which i never have time to sit down and relax to. i also didn't mind getting up early since i went to bed last night at 10:30 since i was feeling sick. now i am so awake for calculus. still sick, but on the whole, such a good morning! |
I dreamt I was in a house with my mother, aunts, uncles, cousins....all these people milling about the living room. I felt sick and tired, so I laid down on the pullout sofa. I suddenly found myself in the back of a huge station wagon. My head was buzzing about and I felt like I was hallucinating for a few moments, and then I saw that with me in the car were all these old homeless people...and my grandfather. There was one old guy in particular who was sitting near me and paying way too much attention to me in a creepy way, and it became apparent to me that my grandfather had drugged me and sold me to these people. I decided to pretend that I hadn't figured this out, and I joked with the creepy old guy that I was sooo stoonnned, dude. They took me to this house where this younger man lived with some dogs and a little girl. I realized *this* was the guy I had been sold to, for the purpose of taking care of his daughter. I played with the guy's dogs for a while and asked him questions about the breeds...trying to be friendly so he wouldn't realize I was aware of the transaction that had taken place. (For some reason, I felt I would be beaten up or killed if I exposed the plan.) His daughter was about 3 or so, and she kept poking me in my stomach. (This is an occurring theme in my dreams -- people poking or punching me in the stomach. It hurts a lot!) So, you know, I wasn't too thrilled about having to live with her. But I took her aside and told her to stop poking me, because it hurt. Then I worried that maybe I shouldn't have said that -- she might poke me more now that she knows it hurts me. Then I woke up. And I was so tired this morning, I got out of bed 1/2 hour after my alarm and didn't take a shower. I'm glad I didn't work out last night. |
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now we're gonna see about that part about the calc midterm... |