Am now up to date in House M.D. - next episode coming out halfway into January. Commence withdrawal symptoms. <_<
Little Women keeps on being one of the loveliest films ever. <3
Home now. Will babble about *looks at clock* yesterday later, at the moment I just need sleep and baaaaadly. Seeing Laura in the day, we'll be going to town. Also, there are kids in the house again, so there'll be noise in the morning. Joy.
I am so utterly unprepared for the exam that I decided to just skip it altogether. It doesn't make much difference - I'm fairly certain I'd have failed it. Transcription, now that I could have survived, but the essay questions would have stumped me. I'll just sit the first re-exam and hopefully ace it. I have to shape my performance up for next term - this one for the most part went down the drain, and I've no one to blame but myself. I can yammer on about depression all I want, but there's also a lack of self-disciplin
Yadda yadda yadda. It's just more whining. Why are you reading this? Go away and do something more important. :P
Most of today has been spent not reading for the English Phonetics exam as it should have, but doing chores. Washing clothes and cleaning up my room, mainly. It could be called procrastinatio
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.
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?
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...
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.