Meh.

My tailbone is hurting again. For those of you who remember my old DeadJournal, remember when I was coming down the steps from my dorm last December and slipped on the ice? Well, I landed right on my keister (and cracked my head, too), and now it appears to want to remember that. Yeah, it hurt constantly for a week or so, then whenever I sat down for long periods of time for the next several months, but it stopped over the summer! Why is it coming back??? :-( *pouts* I haven't really been able to sit right or lay on my back for a long time for the past couple of days. I'm thinking it's just like, "oh, it's kind of cold, I guess I'll kick up a ruckus for a bit and then go back to not hurting," but...grrr. Not a huge fan of pain.

And now a quiz nicked from chiroho:

What Irrational Number Are You?

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More birthdays

Man. Was everybody I know born in October? Seems that way--October, February (me!), July and May seem to be popular months for birthdays among my friends.

Anyway:

Happy birthday, ladysorka!

and

Happy birthday, serendipityxxi!

*passes around birthday cake*

Exeter, Exeter, Exeter!

*bounces*

We just had an info session on Kenyon's program in conjunction with the University of Exeter. Basically, about fifteen students go over there for their entire junior year and take four classes within the university system as well as a seminar taught by the resident director (an English prof from Kenyon). Other than that seminar and a two-week planned tour around some part of Britain (it might be Britain and Ireland...not sure) during part of the five-week spring break, you function as a student at the university.

Did I mention that Kenyon gives you a stipend (~$1500) for each of the two month-long vacations? And they encourage you to travel? ANd you get to take classes not at Kenyon? And you live in an actual city, not a hamlet in the middle of nowhere? Two hours from London? In really pretty countryside? Ten miles from the ocean?

We saw pictures. They were gorgeous. I. Want. To. Go. NOW!

*bounces some more* *spazzes all over the room*

I knew I wanted to go before, but now I really, really am totally sure. This is what I want to do with my life next year. Yes.

Oh, and spockette? And possibly other people I know over in that general Europe direction? Expect visitors. ;)

*continues spazzing around the room*

Hmmm.

So. This one song off of Dido's new album, "Don't Leave Home"? It's gorgeous. There are lovely strings, the tune is incredibly catchy in a pretty way (and driving me crazy because I swear I've heard something very similar to it before, but I can't think of what it is),a nd it's just a nice song, musically. The lyrics, on the other hand, are creepy on the level of "Every Breath You Take." So I'm singing along, until I realize exactly what I'm singing, at which point I shut up until the melody gets to me again. *shudder* Creepy.

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Still working at that sestina. (The due date is Thursday, actually, not today.) At the moment, it's a really strange mix of an extremely odd surrealist metaphor involving an underground river of blood and funky nationalist propaganda. Yeah. I'm actually attempting to write about the (American) Civil War... (Guess who read too much Michael Shaara this weekend. Uh-huh.) The past three (four, including this one) poems I've written have been about Nashville and/or the South. This really hasn't been a conscious decision, but I can't seem to help myself. Weird.