I'm not sure if I slept at all. And now I have three hours to write out my IntroLit term paper, print it, and hand it to Goymer. Oh, joy.

Want bed. >_<

Blueberry pancakes = almost a success. They didn't really want to stay in one piece...

Lulz.

Fascinating moon tonight. First off, it has a wide silvery-white aura. Then two narrow rings - yellow and red, respectively. And another wider ring, blue, after that. Not an everyday occurrence. :o

Apparently it's going to be -18°C in Oulu tomorrow. ._.
Yeah, I like a proper winter, and there'll probably still be lots of snow, but... Freeeziiiiing and it's a harbour town so meh, cold's more biting in harbour towns and ow my poor, poor lungs.

Where are the days I could happily withstand and even anticipate a -30°C weather? Oh, yeah, wait, that was at the summer house. Which, while next to a lake, ain't next to the ocean. Meh. Plus I've become even more of a wussy in some things.

Happy New Year, everyone. Whatever your 2008 was like - let's make 2009 better.

I'm starting mine as a redhead.

I belong here, right? I have a place here, my own place, with all of you?
Gah. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Issues flaring up again. I think at least Allison knows what the heck I'm talking about, we had a discussion about it once. Iiiiignoooore thiiiiis if you wish, just one of those whines that I feel compelled to post.

Why the fuck is it that it can still hurt me so badly to part with him - in some ways even worse than it hurts to part with Laura? I just want to curl up with him, take a nap on his bed, hug him tight and never let go. That's sort of a problem, though, because it ain't happening. Why the fuuuuuck do I still love him so damned much? Makes no sense, no sir.

Sigh.

I'll just watch more anime now kthx.

Oh yeah, tried out WoW on his account. Made a blood elf rogue. As I figured, it wasn't very addicting for me, but I've nothing against playing a bit more if I get the chance.

Carrying 30kg of preteen girl piggyback style after running around playing one of the myriad varieties of tag with that same girl makes for great big ouch the day after. I ache all over the place. xD

My Secret Santa gift from le [Dint] :3

Loot from ze parents:
- Sex and the City DVD <3
- Monty Python Fluxx <3
- book on silver clay :3

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-discipline involved. I keep making these empty promises to myself, over and over again, to get a grip. Well, no more. There's no choice but to do it or I'm going to fail miserably, and there's only so much failure I can stand.

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 procrastination if not for the fact that my having to do these things now is a direct result of earlier - yes, you got it right - procrastination. I've still got to clean up the main area of the apartment, but I'll do that a bit later. Next in line is fooooood. Then I'll see about the photoshoot I've promised. Then perhaps after that I can at least attempt to revise.