cathamaria

So when the last holiday weekend at camp fails, everyone ends up irritated and irritable... =_=. Yay. Reminder to myself to choose my company wisely before travelling. This weekened sucked.. even though there was beaches and sunshine and 20-degree weather.. >_> I had no time to myself, didn't even get a chance to read a single chapter of Fugitive Pieces while lying undisturbed in a hammock under a canopy of midday glittering trees... I spent most of it running around waiting for the tag-alongs who kept disappearing and not telling us where they'd be and when, even though they they'd finally end up at some random person's drunken bush party. W

Don't mind me.. I recently got bitten by the black-and-white-shutter-bug LOL :P.. so all the uploads I have are photos I've taken over the years, switched into greyscale. It has an interesting look to it that I absolutely love some times XD. This is one of those times. Argh. Archaeology. Research. Paper. Three evils within 24 hours O_O;; I must really learn to stop procrastinating..

Argh. This is so frustrating. I've been procrastinating on the same essay for a week now, and every time I try to start a paragraph or two, my head begins to hurt T__T. It's supposed to be based on Daniel Defoe's "Roxana", and it is by no means supposed to be an overly long essay... but still there is a problem. I can't find a critical interpretation to my liking--basically, I am looking at the rise of a middle-class 18th century woman, into to the wealthy upper class. A lot of it deals with identity shifting and Roxana's redefinition of the "female gender role" in order to gain access to commodity culture (I have chosen to stay clear of the