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beth march wannabe
Apr. 12th, 2004 12:56 pmI came into work at 9AM this morning and wrote "I need a Diet Coke IV drip. That's the only way I'm going to get through this morning. Clearly."
I now feel quite proud because I have made it through the morning sans carbonated IV drip and have even done a bit of work. I have also stared blankly into space a lot, and annoyed three people on the phone by making them repeat their names five times (it's something about this phone, I think, or maybe I'm losing my hearing -- let's go with the phone), and puzzled over a mysterious file folder that I'm supposed to put away. Have no idea where it's supposed to go so I keep picking it up and staring at it, as if the answer is going to come to me if I just stare at the folder really, really hard.
Nope, not working.
Oh, I hate it when I do this. I think of something I want to note down in LJ, and then open up the Update Journal window, get distracted by something and write a long paragraph about it (like, say, the mysterious file folder above), and get so totally absorbed in it that the original reason for the update has vanished. Annoying!
Oh! I remember! It's really not that interesting. I've been clicking around, reading this 10 Formative Books meme in different people's LJs, and they're all interesting and fascinating and impressive. I've sat here for a while trying to come up with my own answers, but I'm having a brutal time of it. For someone who spent most of her childhood and young adult life reading, I certainly don't have much to show for it. I guess my third grade teacher was right -- I shouldn't have spent all that time reading The Baby-Sitters Club books.
Oh well. What's done is done. But I do have to wonder if I'm the only person in the world who's never read The Chronicles of Narnia or anything by J.R.R. Tolkein.
One book that has popped up a lot on people's lists is Little Women, which I have read! And I read all of the sequels too. I loved that book to pieces, and have seen the three film adaptations -- wait, am I lying? I think I saw the Kate Hepburn version, but am not positive. I know for a fact that I saw the horrid June Allyson version. I can't forget that even if I wanted to. And I loved the recent one with Winona Ryder.
Anyway, Little Women: Loved that book. And I've actually often wondered how much of my personality and place in life is explained by the fact that the character I identified most with when reading the book wasn't Jo, but Beth. ( little women spoilers! )
Ack, the headache I woke up with this morning is back. Must go find something to make it better. Perhaps Diet Coke? I'm convinced it cures (almost) all that ails you.
I now feel quite proud because I have made it through the morning sans carbonated IV drip and have even done a bit of work. I have also stared blankly into space a lot, and annoyed three people on the phone by making them repeat their names five times (it's something about this phone, I think, or maybe I'm losing my hearing -- let's go with the phone), and puzzled over a mysterious file folder that I'm supposed to put away. Have no idea where it's supposed to go so I keep picking it up and staring at it, as if the answer is going to come to me if I just stare at the folder really, really hard.
Nope, not working.
Oh, I hate it when I do this. I think of something I want to note down in LJ, and then open up the Update Journal window, get distracted by something and write a long paragraph about it (like, say, the mysterious file folder above), and get so totally absorbed in it that the original reason for the update has vanished. Annoying!
Oh! I remember! It's really not that interesting. I've been clicking around, reading this 10 Formative Books meme in different people's LJs, and they're all interesting and fascinating and impressive. I've sat here for a while trying to come up with my own answers, but I'm having a brutal time of it. For someone who spent most of her childhood and young adult life reading, I certainly don't have much to show for it. I guess my third grade teacher was right -- I shouldn't have spent all that time reading The Baby-Sitters Club books.
Oh well. What's done is done. But I do have to wonder if I'm the only person in the world who's never read The Chronicles of Narnia or anything by J.R.R. Tolkein.
One book that has popped up a lot on people's lists is Little Women, which I have read! And I read all of the sequels too. I loved that book to pieces, and have seen the three film adaptations -- wait, am I lying? I think I saw the Kate Hepburn version, but am not positive. I know for a fact that I saw the horrid June Allyson version. I can't forget that even if I wanted to. And I loved the recent one with Winona Ryder.
Anyway, Little Women: Loved that book. And I've actually often wondered how much of my personality and place in life is explained by the fact that the character I identified most with when reading the book wasn't Jo, but Beth. ( little women spoilers! )
Ack, the headache I woke up with this morning is back. Must go find something to make it better. Perhaps Diet Coke? I'm convinced it cures (almost) all that ails you.
