I dreamt last night that i was able to go back in time and retain my knowledge of what the future led… if you know me at all you know where i went and what i tried to undo. My subconcious is out to depress me. Nevertheless, when i woke up i was faced with [...]
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 I'm a student pursuing a doctoral degree in late medieval history. My main interests include but are not limited to Latin, Italian, cultural theory, educational curriculum, historiography, cognitive processes, language-theory, gender relations and THE WESTERN CANON (mwahaha); i am not particularly interesting, avant-garde or risque; My main hobbies include the exciting activities of cooking, baking, going to the gym, eating green apple-caramel lollipops, restaurant reviewing and acting as child-like and sassy as possible. I keep these entries from the years of my life - no matter how i feel about them today - available because i find it useful to revisit events i now interpret differently. My name is heather, i'm of Montreal and i was born in the nefarious, ominous year 1984. |
So, the conference was Saturday and i think it went well. The paper was submitted on Sunday night, and it is over and done with. The Latin exam was Monday, and though i don’t think i passed, i refuse to cry over spilled milk. I dreamt i was in the past last night. It’s a common nocturnal troupe and, it being that time of year, frankly i am not surprised. It was likely inspired by a conversation with my good friend Shaun about the possibilities of recovering and how long it takes. |
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