|view from my desk ;)|
Yet there was another event today, because here on St. Nicholas Day kids are getting little gifts. Well, not only kids. I even made gifts to my parents. Well, that's what I got:
|The Carrie Diaries and a book about knitting|
|earrings, not a diamond, only Zirkonia, but well done ;)|
Maybe I only have to read all this bullshit about the catalogue of heroes at the Aeneid... honestly: I like the Aeneid. It has got the potential for a daily-soap, a serial or something, because of all this emotion and intrigues between the gods. But same goes for Homer: Descriptions over half a page about one person are boring! Especially when there are about 20 people being described. XY son of ZW, principal or whatever of that tiny spot somewhere near Carthage... whatever. Boring.
See? I'm already getting used talking about books written in ancient world. I'm already beginning to love them. What the heck is happening to me? O__O
Do I now have to study Classical Philology next year?