she's gonna make it alright

I think naps might be my new favourite thing ever. I just woke up from two hours - two blissful, dreamless, warm, unconscious hours - and I don't think I've felt this content in days. Mmmm. Even the fact that I have to translate 50 lines of Old English, then read secondary criticism of Utopia and then read 60 pages of Chaucer does not destroy my feeling of contentedness.

For, you see, not only have I napped, but I am also going to Red Leicester this evening, the weekly cheese night at our Student Union. I love Cheese Night - and I already have alcohol at Gemma's, so it'll be a cheap night as well. And, hello, dancing with the girlfriend. Mmm, yeah.

School's still not great - I only really like one of my seminars, which is bad when seminars are my favourite element of my education. The other two aren't bad, they're just very slow and quite staid and more proscribing than encouraging of debate. Aside from that, two of my three modules are 100% based on the examination, which means I have no course work and as a result, I'm having a hard time focusing. I like to be forced to prove myself continually, and this term doesn't demand that of me; my first graded assignment is on the 7th of December, so what's to stop me from not doing any work until then? Only my own work ethic, and the slight problem is, I have none. Boo. And I kind of miss the history department, because at least most of the students are passionate geeks who *like* their subject - a lot of the attitudes in the English department make me want to cry or switch to mathematics or something.

It kind of sucks, and it gets particularly wearisome on Thursday, which is why I needed the nap today. Mmm, nap.

I also needed Invasion of the Dykes to Watch Out For. I don't think I've ever loved a comic strip so much, and I can't help thinking if The L-Word had been more like that, and less, well, Sex and the City, I would've been a much bigger fan. Because, although I don't have the community and dude, I sometimes really, really do wish I had the community, I am a left-wing lesbian with guilt issues, concerns about being able to get married and have kids and I spend time thinking about my gender issues and my sexuality and I fuck up and am neurotic and silly and I just. I love the Dykes... because they're so flawed, but in such a nice way - because they aren't pretty and don't have glamourous jobs and things like cancer happen to them but it's not a big, huge thing, it's one more big huge thing among those worries that make up the everyday life of these women (and men and their children) and I just want to *hug* them all. There's literally not a character I don't love, though I have particular affection for Sydney and Mo (because they are two sides of me and so fucked up and flawed, yet *sweet*) and Lois, the Drag King who just *loves* life so damn much it's infectious. Man, this comic is just brilliant. ♥

Now, I'm off to translate and then try on my outfit for tonight. And to try not to go back to sleep.

Or have yet another fit about my degree.

(But on the bright-bright side, I am now completely out of debt. Whee!)
(On the bright^3 side, Gemma's not working Saturday for once. Yay, day of lounging!)