Journal

Not Quite Goodbye, Mario

Too Loud

The new cat (named Mario… did I tell you?) found a new home yesterday, and left us in the night night. I was going to tell you this:

Hope he settles in well there. I’m sure it’ll be fine. And I’ll hopefully be visiting him every now and then.

But in any case, hope you enjoyed your stay here, Mario.

Then he came back. Because he was too loud for them. Well, it’s true that he does have a particularly loud voice. I think he basically couldn’t adapt, especially with the prospective owner’s cats, so it was best for him to come back anyway. Welcome back, Mario.

Too Many Ideas

Sometimes, you just get too many ideas, to the point of you struggling to write them down. The problem with this is you’ll never use half of them anyway, and if you tried, you’d only be doing yourself a disservice. The truth is, with these sorts of things, most of the ideas that turn up are nonsense ideas anyway, but you just keep thinking that for every hundred of these, there’s going to be at least one. There must be one.

School

Boring as it is to talk about these same things over and over again (well, but it is a journal), school has been rather remarkably busy these days. There’s still a test or two to deal with, some lab sessions and a project thing that I’ll be grappling with this week.

Tastes Change

I kind of have a feeling I wrote this down somewhere before, but I’ll just guess that it wasn’t here. I read Atonement not too far back, about a couple of weeks ago, and the funny thing is, I’d read it all before a few years, and the effect it produced on the two occasions was completely different. Back then, I absolutely adored it, but it’s been more of a calm respect for the novel in my most recent outing. In fact, I struggled to get into it at first. There was just a sense of alienation that I couldn’t quite put a finger to. I think it can only be attributed to a change in my tastes in books. I mean, it does sound like a perfectly reasonable thing, but now that I’ve actually experienced it first-hand, I can’t quite shake the tingles, as if something’s not quite right.

Funny sensation, this.

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