In which Helen rambles

I found several sandwiches with mayo today. I guess I don't really pay attention to stuff; worse now. Was on the tube just now and got in the car that was going in the opposite direction. Just hopped on it; wasn't even paying attention. And then I find my mind wandering a lot when I'm walking on the streets and especially in my classes. I feel a little lost. Don't really know what I'm doing with myself. I know I want to be in London, I'm grounded in that sense, but am not really into my classes -- though very excited about my dissertation which I have already started. But I feel like there's more I can have. That's so selfish considering what I've been given, so much so that I don't think about that thing inside me that makes me feel restless, but it comes out, it's a manifestation of my occasionally -- more like regular -- inability to pay attention.

I was at Trafalgar Square yesterday, sitting on the steps that lead to the National Portrait Gallery, and instead of reading A Tale of Two Cities (which made me cry a bit after I finished it last night -- anyone read it? I've never had a book make me cry) instead of reading it, I was looking at all the people around me, particularly an English mother with her two daughters, the latter of whom were colouring in colouring books, little girls of probably 4 and 6; the four year old soon found her way to her mother's lap and her mother rocked her back and forth.



I'm so tired. Went to the University of London library today -- not King's College's library -- but another library connected with King's that is in Bloomsbury. Talk about a labrynth. (too lazy to look up spelling). Before you can get to the library on the fourth floor, you have to go through all these doors and climb stairs -- lifts, as always, non-functional. Then walking through the books and such is crazy, go through this doors, up another flight, go through four more doors, go down a corridor...some doors you can't go through, others you can. By the time you find your book, you spend another five minutes trying to get back out.

Actually, if I weren't in such a sour puss mood today (my right ear is bothering me and couldn't get an appointment with doctors on such short notice) I would have enjoyed it much more.

Didn't find any of the books I needed, none on the shelves although said they were available, I've been told students like to hide the books for the classes so that they can find it when they need them -- my college doesn't sell any of the books I need for the classes. But I did happen across a book about THE AVENGERS, the cult 60's detective show with Diana Rigg.



The only good episodes were the ones with her in them. And next to it was a book about DOCTOR WHO, a show I've recently become obsessed with...as some of you may know. It was published the same year as the new series came out so it's about the older versions of the show. It's a "critical reading of the show," which sounds like fun...to me.

Ekkk. So tired and cranky. I have to go out and buy some groceries; not looking forward to this. But have no food. Shall whine some more later...

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(Here is a great -- and very funny -- article from Jeremy Clarkson. It's worth the read -- or I wouldn't put it on here:
Live Fast. )