it’s that wonderful time in the semester again… the time when i have to decide which reading i will skip this week. ::sigh:: good times, good times. sorry, feminist debates seminar. time doesn’t permit me to read 100 pages of feminist theory when i could be reading wilkie collins’ the moonstone instead.
i just read about 100 pages of the moonstone, and i’ve already developed quite the relationship with collins. i’ve never read him before (a phrase i’m using all too often this year), but this novel is full of the kind of details i love. a clueless house-steward who can only calm his nerves by obsessively reading robinson crusoe. an ominous trio of indians who frequently appear on the estate terrace with a set of hand-drums. and let’s not forget that staple of victorian literature: cousins in love. but it really is an amazing book. this summer i’ll have to crack that copy of wilkie’s woman in white that’s been sitting on my bookshelf since october.
so tomorrow is my interview with SEL. interviews don’t make me terribly nervous, but past employees have hinted that there may be a few screwball questions. i meant to spend a good portion of the night looking over some old issues. that didn’t happen (damn you, wilkie!). i may just have to rely on my quick wit. or maybe my job history in publishing, which is relatively extensive and much more stable than aforementioned wit.
in other news, danny has checked out byron’s during his trip to charlotte and given it the thumbs-up, so our reception site is set. now i must wait until the end of may, when the nascar schedule is officially posted. while it maddens me to plan my wedding around a nascar race, an aggravation i’m sure i’ve mentioned before, i also would hate to be showered with beer cans and chicken bones instead of rice. or birdseed. whatever. i don’t have the details down yet.
i suppose sleep is in order. i will close on a pessimistic note…
1. some idiot in my complex called the leasing office on me because i had my trash sitting outside my door. less than 24 hours people! give a girl a moment!
2. i discovered the cute boutique in rice village i suspected was absurdly expensive is, in fact, absurdly expensive. tank top in this boutique = $125. no joke. cost of almost identical tank top i could make with supplies from michael’s = $5. oh how i miss you, mustard seed.
3. the woman sitting next to me in the saturn dealership brought in a plastic aquarium FULL of crickets (WTF!), which not only disturbed me with their constant squirming over one another but also with their persistent chirping.
4. strange men who live in my apartment complex (perhaps the same men who called about my trash… hmmm…) were hammering incessantly at some wooden framework at 8:30 a.m. on saturday morning. to make matters worse, in my irritated grogginess i thought it was a good idea to yell at them through my window. their laughter only increased my rage.