When I'm distressed in a dream, I often wake up to feel that my breath is constricted - like I really was crying. Happened again last night. Don't know why this makes me feel uneasy, but it does.

Gah? D:
http://community.livejournal.com/mock_the_stupid/3159030.html

Blueberry cookies with a hint of cardamom and cinnamon = yum.
It's almost a shame that most of them are going to Ian xP

I has mail from Norway! :D

Visited abandoned house with an upstairs neighbour I occasionally hang out with. Now frozen. About to watch BBC's 'Pride and Prejudice' because apparently talking about it makes one want to see it again. This is totally your fault, Trin - not that I actually mind.

Things to do before the 19th:
- clean up the room + common area of the apartment
- do a photoshoot or two
- finish Christmas presents, mail those that need mailing
- read and practise for phonetics exam
- watch Tsubaki Sanjûrô and return it to Mika
- decide what to pack
- wash some clothes
- probably one or three something elses I'm forgetting

Got the payment details for the model gigs. 100€ - thank you very much :D
Will get it on Monday.

Pretty sure this is swiped off the interwebs. Anyone have any idea who the original artist is so that I could report the member and/or go drool at the pretty art?

Lols.
http://d20.jonnydigital.com/2008/12/hilarious-house-rules

So I baked last night after being stupid enough to drink coffee in the afternoon and spending the rest of the day rather restless. All well and good, that, but who the fuck am I going to feed it to?
The obvious answer is, of course, the uni roleplay club, especially seeing how we have a board game night tomorrow, but the further question is... how the hell am I going to haul all that pie there. I've got no containers big enough here. Ponder ponder. Ponder. Meh, I'll just ask tomorrow if anyone could loan some boxes to me - now's a bad time to do anything of the sort.

In fact, I should already be in bed. Lah...

I've been playing with water colours at night.

Sometimes, I get this intense urge, almost need, to find a childhood friend of mine. Problem is that he has a pretty generic last name, and while he contacted me a few years back after finding me on Elfwood, any contact information I might have had disappeared when my computer went poof. Knowing where he lived when we were kids doesn't help much if he's moved out for uni. The only probable Google result that could be him is a practice group list for some mechanics course at the Helsinki uni. He was the type of person who might have ended up studying stuff like that...

I suppose it's important because he was a large part of my past, one of the few friends I had, though we didn't spend as much time together from seventh grade on when he started becoming more interested in computers and the like. Still. A friend is a friend, and hours of playing make-believe games and computer games together don't just fade away that fast. Nor do other vague unspoken bonds.

Why is it that I can never seem to decide what to call myself...
I registered on Facebook using Lami as my first name, but now that I thought about it again, I changed to my real one. Why? Because as much as I still hate my real first name, using my nickname there feels wrong. I know that only people who know me will friend me there, but they don't all necessarily know me very well or have very much to do with me. 'Lami' is reserved for those who actually do know me, spend time with me... and the people that I find myself at a game table with.

I'm just confused, that's what it is. It would be so much easier if I could just associate the two names as having equal value. But for that to happen, I'd have to start actually standing my real name and relax on the feeling of 'Lami' somehow being my 'private' name. Then again, that's also the name I am on IRC as, so this is all just a load of bollocks.

In conclusion: argh and blargh.

My dad is a WoW player. This amuses me mostly because I totally should have seen it coming.

On another note, I must once again conclude that I seem to be unable to get over the guys I've crushed badly on, no matter how much time has passed - and surely not all of it can be blamed on lonely, overactive hormones. Bah at this, says I.

I broke my long-standing vow and - heavens know why - am now to be found on Facebook. Blah.

Let's put this back in circulation! Nicked from [~Valkyrie~].

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favourite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

_{This doesn't actually work with the one that was closest. *looks for the next one*}

He had cut his foot badly and was in a degree of pain. Exhaustion from the day's tracking shadowed his face. But no amount of personal discomfort merited this kind of exchange with the most senior slave on the plantation.
- From The Longest Memory by Fred D'Aguiar. As of yet unwrapped Christmas present for le mother.

Sodding Steel Rose. Argh, I says.

Puppy Division

I am going to keep pointing my camera at that rose until I get the perfect shot. Damn it. *growls at it*

Here's one way to tell you're addicted.
You're knitting, so both your hands are occupied and you can't be bothered to pause every other minute to click for the next posting. So, you take a good position, keep knitting, and use your toe to hit 'N' so you can still keep reading. Bwehehehe. Yaaaargh...

13419 unread postings in Junk, btw.

*deflates* Need that chocolate soon.