Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Been listening to The Wailin' Jennys Live at the Mauch Chuck Opera House...on repeat. Here are some of the other songs on the album (these are not the actual recordings, but these are the songs with just the right mix of somberness and hope).
p.s. Yes, do note I used "superannuated." Being at a new grad school is making me self-conscious (more than usual) of the way I speak/write. I like speaking and writing like a 12 year-old girl from the Valley. IDK, I just do. It's fun. But I do know big words (swear), they just feel clumsy and sometimes pretentious coming out of my mouth (and I blog with my inside voice so it's the same sort of thing here). Since I don't want to be perceived as a 12 year-old, and I do have the five-dollar-words in my academic lexicon anyway, I figure I need to use them more in my everyday writing/speech. I suspect this is a common phenomenon for new grad students. I do love acronyms and idioms and slang (and words in general). I'm hoping to work out a nice balance, I guess.
p.p.s. Also I've been experiencing this weird kind of brain fog where I can't remember basic grammatical rules when I write, and when I write freely I mix up homophones like sink and sync or right and write. I feel like it's happening more than usual, and it's spiking my anxiety. This is my heightened self-consciousness talking, again.
p.p.p.s. I'm starting to get lonesome for the people who really know me (I'm talking about you, since I'm pretty sure I know who my 6 readers are). And I fear, out of desperation, I'm going to start sharing increasingly (embarrassingly) personal information over the interwebs (case in point?)... Lord help us all. (Somehow I imagine blogging this will help me feel better. If I start putting embarrassing things on facebook, I'm going to need you to intervene, ok?)