Sententiae Draconis

For some reason completely unknown to me I am super tired today. I fell asleep on the couch after finishing my Roman history reading and I only recently got up and made mac-and-cheese for dinner. I may need something more than that later.

Today both of my amazon packages of textbooks arrived. The second one (which actually arrive first) had Stargate: The Ark of Truth as well as my enormous Smyth's Greek Grammar (at least it's pretty), so I spent my afternoon watching special features and telling myself that I didn't have the time to watch the whole movie again right now because I had to do work! Of course I totally did have the time to watch it, because it's not like I actually spent that time doing any work anyway. I still have ten pages of Latin to do by Monday and two or three of Greek for Tuesday (and I work Monday nights). I'm really looking forward to next term because then I'll only have to worry about one language course for the first time since first year.

I talked with the honours advisor (?) today and he assured me that I could probably do the Latin Sight Passage without any review ahead of time because it's written for the second-year level. It has been a while since I took that class. But I definitely going to take that exam sometime this term (I'm planning on taking the others next term because I have a smaller course-load then) because I'm still doing Latin right now.

Also the special features for Ark of Truth are pretty cool. They had a recording of the Stargate Panel from the San Fransisco Comic Con and it was awesome. One of the reasons why I love Ben Browder is that he's this really attractive leading-man actor, but when you see pictures of him at cons and stuff he just looks like a normal guy. Still attractive (ob-vi), but his hair is a mess (and not in the styled way) and he's wearing normal clothes, and he seems like the kind of guy it would be great to hang out with and watch some sports and drink some beer. Also in all the special features interviews Michael Shanks was wearing an old Canucks shirt with the flying skate logo, which made me really happy. I mean I've known that Shanks was a Canucks fan even before I became one, but it's still great to see it. Especially since I've been getting pumped for the season lately. Yay more hockey!

Well, not really. But I'm still really tired (and have been for a while, although thankfully it's not the mysterious debilitating tiredness that I experienced in grade nine) and my sinuses (sini?) are still in pain (miserabile sini!). And of course this wasn't helped by staying up late to listen to the internet coverage of last night's wholly depressing Canucks game. I was planning to go to sleep and only listen to part of it (o the trials of cheering for a hockey team that is quite literally a continent away) but it got to a point where I kinda had to continue listening as a point of solidarity. But it was a bad scene.

Anyway I have a lot of Latin to translate today, and a bunch of Greek homework and a massive amount of Livy's War with Hannibal to read that I'm behind on, and I really don't have any motivation to do so. It's not so great. What I really want is some time off, but we just had that for Thanksgiving and it really didn't do me any good.

I'm tempted to go to the doctor and see if they might tell me something new and exciting about my sinuses that will stop them from being unhappy. But I strongly suspect that they'll just say something about them being dry ("use the saline nasal spray!") or try to get me to use nasonex again (which actually made my sinuses hurt even more). Both of which are things that are not worth my time to go and hear again, because I'm not going to use Nasonex, and I don't like the bloody saline stuff either. I was considering going to the sauna at the pool, but I just remembered that it's a dry sauna, so it wouldn't do anything good for el sini.

Okay, I'm going to stop complaining now.

Exciting stuff is that I'm going to a presentation on Graduate Studies at the University of Edinburgh this afternoon. It's for the department of History, Archeology and Classics, all of which are things in which I'm interested. And I keep thinking about Grad school and being crazy because I don't really know what I would need to do yet. I figure, presentations = a good start.

Anyway I think I'm going to go and get some paperwork done now. YEay! Or not.

I actually knew what to write... over the past few days I kept thinking of things that I wanted to post in the good ol' LJ, but of course now I can't think of any of them really.

Sufficeth to say that I've gone and got myself a busy life. Things and people are being moved back and forth. Bits are being renovated of our house (which is crazy). Work has started and things seem to be going well (we just had training today, which always makes things seem more intense because we have to go over all of the emergency situations). And the second round of the play-offs is going strong. Vancouver and Ottawa are both in the second round and they keep playing on alternate nights so I end up watching a lot of hockey to keep up with what's going on.

Speaking of hockey I've had this craving to be reading stories about hockey lately (either fanfic or regular fic) but the only ones that I can think of are the Screech Owls. And I love them, but at the same time I kinda want something a little more grown up (to read along-side them, of course, I'll still be reading the SOs). Do any of you folks have any suggestions for good books or fic about hockey? (P.S. RPF freaks me the hell out.) There's gotta be a bunch of books about hockey teams and the like. I mean the dynamic of a sports team (and hockey teams in particular) are pretty cool. Or is it strictly a "young adult" and "kids" book phenomena? (Even if that's the case I still want to hear about other good hockey books. I don't subscribe to that agist philosophy.)

And speaking of books I got myself half a bag-full of used books from the Mall for a dollar on Sunday. I got a book of poetry by Yeats (it was still National Poetry Month on Sunday, points to kuwdora for that bit of information), a book on Pompeii and a book on the Ancient Near East that both may, or may not, be any good, and two books about Arctic expeditions. The books on the Arctic expeditions look fascinating to me. One of them is a novel with real historical figures as the background characters, which may, or may not, be interesting, but the other is a more academic book describing the Greenly Expedition up to Lady Franklin Bay (near Alert, on Ellesmere Island) and how it failed completely. It looks really cool. The guy who writes it has a good style and the whole thing makes me want to read up on the British expeditions, especially Franklin's, beacause disappearance! and Stan Rodgers!, and Frobishur's, because that's the name of my teddy bear (thanks Mum!).

Tomorrow I have the day off work and I'm going to go grocery shopping (my life is non-stop excitement!) and go and buy some yarn for some various mysterious projets I'm thinking of (Okay, yeah, maybe it is excitement!).

And now, off to watch the Canucks game!

1. The Canucks won again last night! That means we're up 2-1 in the series against Dallas (Says S, "Congratulations."). It was another overtime win (although this time it only took about 10 minutes instead of close to 80) and was good hockey to watch. Once again it was all about the goaltenders who're both amazing (Roberto isn't my hockey boyfriend for nothing!). I have tremendous respect for Marty Turco because he is really good (and I just can't dislike a good goaltender) but I still want him to get a small, non serious injury that'll take him out of one or two games (just one or two), or you know he could get sick, you know (says L, "He could get syphilis!"). Anyway I have good feelings about our next game.

2. After I lent my computer to E so she could write a paper I found few files that she saved to my desktop. This is of course neither exciting or unexpected, but I was deleting them today and ended up faced with this message:

"Are you sure you want to move 'surrealism' to the Recycling Bin?"

After descending into a fit of giggles I have decided that yes, I do want it to go in the recycling bin. Ha!