More Books & Winter

Picked up today: Book of a Thousand Days by Shannon Hale; Eifelheim by Michael Flynn (winner of the Robert A. Heinlein Award); Wolfcry by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. I need to finish Huckleberry Finn by this weekend.

I keep stabbing myself in the chin with my own finger(nails).

The last two weeks or so have been cold, cold, cold. Not like chilly-cold, but biting-cold, hypothermia-cold. Almost freezing. I usually try avoid being outside in this sort of temperature at all, dashing from building to car to building to etc. But today I was waiting outside the library and I sort of stopped and just tried to be more aware of it–not just the temperature, the whole atmosphere. It was cold, but also clean and the clouds were a pretty color and the trees (both evergreen and bare) looked good and winter-y. I focused on what cold really feels like, instead of just thinking “gotta get warm, gotta get warm!” like I usually do.

When I do that, I’m reminded of that one line from Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy–I can’t remember which book, perhaps The Amber Spyglass, or maybe the first one–where the witch, the queen witch or whatever she is, named S-something (I read these so many years ago! The fourth grade!) she tells Lyra to bundle up against the cold and Lyra asks something along the lines of, well, why aren’t you wearing more? Why just that black witchy dress? And the witch said something about how the cold felt good because it was starlight on skin–something something–she wasn’t human and the cold was good, not harmful, something like that…

Then my mother drove up and I dove into the car–toasty, toasty 70 degrees Fahrenheit.

Anyway.

Season 3 of BSG–I’m two episodes in. Starbuck/Kara’s daughter?! She’s blonde and pale and cute but I still highly doubt it’s actually hers. If I was her… I couldn’t ever be sure some kid was actually my kid unless I gave birth to it. And I think that the whole ordeal of pregnancy–nine months of another being living inside you–creates a hell of a lot more of a connection that a few chromosomes (23, to be exact).

Math: Graph tan and cot curves.

Long Time No Blog & Sick

What the beginning hours of November 27, 2007 looked like for me.

[12am] Got off phone w/ my guy. Fell asleep.
[4am] Woke up. Felt nauseous.
[4:30am] On my knees, worshiping the porcelain god in the bathroom.
[4:45am] Back in bed, feeling slightly better.
[5:20am] Puking again.
[5:30am] Bed. Can’t sleep. Still nauseous. So. Tired.
[6am] Mother comes to get me up for school. I explain the situation.
[something after 6am] Third round of vomiting. Still really goddamn tired.
[something around 7:30am] Fourth round.
[8am] Fifth round.

After #5, slept till 11:30am. Then woke up, ate a pastry and drank water, tentatively. Went back to bed. Checked email using Nokia N800 (yessss). Fell asleep. Woke up at 2:41pm as my brother came in from school.

Yes it’s been awhile since I updated. Currently reading:

• Sex with the Queen: 900 Years of Vile Kings, Virile Lovers, and Passionate Politics by Eleanor Herman
  • Non-fiction, which I don’t read very often; just history and stories about queens and their lovers throughout European history. There are some very tragic ones. Learning many interesting facts… apparently, Empress Catherine the Great of Russia had such an amazing sexual libido that there were rumors flying around that human men no longer satisfied her; she was rumored to be doing the dirty with horses and bulls.
  • I read this as a bathroom book. And while I’m waiting to throw up–I got in about 50 pages this morning! Almost done.
• The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
  • For school too. Funny. About halfway through.
  • Haven’t read Tom Sawyer. I feel like I’m missing out on something.
• The Queen in Winter by Lynn Kurland, Sharon Shinn, Claire Delacroix, Sarah Monette
  • Short stories. The only one worth reading so far is Sharon Shinn’s. Everything else is just blah.

Season 3 DVDs for Battlestar Galactica aren’t going to be out until April 2008, which is when Season 4 actually starts. No good. You force me to resort to illegal methods, sci-fi channel. Your fault.

I missed this show. It’s just so good.