I chatted for about two minutes with my cousin's younger daughter on FB and that was enough to make me miss her. To miss all of them, really. But she's always been my favourite. One shouldn't say things like that, I know. But she's the gentle one with the artistic soul, so I really relate to her. :)

Okay, I'm starting to get a bit suspicious. I never received the bookmark [Nioniel] sent me. [Teufelsweib] has yet to receive the package I sent her over three weeks ago. And I've yet to see that tie I ordered from Zazzle that was supposedly shipped on the 8th. What the hell is up?

I now have yet another blog. Feel free to follow.
http://lamibabble.blogspot.com

Link stolen from [hannes]'s diary. This is brilliant. I only read the first page and my stomach already hurts. :D *wipes tears*
http://damnyouautocorrect.com/

http://www.ling.helsinki.fi/%7Efkarlsso/genkau2.html

This is me, hopelessly trying to catch up in the Junk forum. (Atm around 400 days behind, methinks.)
Depicted by the loverly [Triola]. <3

American Literature term paper = done. I'm not exactly happy with it and doubt that I'll get even a 4. I could live with a 3, though. Then to worry about everything else I need to do...

Just ordered this tie for the boi. :) (His birthday's in February)

http://www.zazzle.co.uk/a_stellar_firestorm_tie-151122859490193100

Clickety. 'Tis a contest.

I probably should try to take care of some contest business this holiday. Yeah. I'll do that. Like posting results and setting deadlines and maybe even opening up one that's been waiting in the wings for, like, ages.

The issue with friends announcing their intention to visit another country is that my travel fever instantly flares back to life. Jukka just said that he's planning to go to France next summer.

...anyone want to go see Paris with me? Or maybe Marseilles? Provence in general?

Skurpist darlings, if I happen to be too busy to send you gifts before I depart for home (and this is likely), you'll get post-Christmas gifts. :3 I actually have some things I have been meaning to send for aaaaages. And you should all probably update/remind me on your addresses. Except for Trin. I think I have the latest envelope somewhere around here.

Damn some of these books Richard is making us read on the American Literature course are depressing.

I like it. :P

"Well, it really is customary to capitalize every line in a poem. That's just the semantics of it."

I beg to differ. Granted, this might have been the case at one time. Not so any longer - which I am glad for, because capitalising every single line just looks silly in most cases. Also: screw customs! There's this thing called poetic licence.

Yous will want to click on this link.
http://www.neovictorianstudies.com/

Here is the ideal:

I will surrender my heart
and love you as ever only imagined
in dreams of starlit ballads;

in your hands confide
all my aching wounds,
old love-battle scars; and

lay at your feet the keys
to hidden corners of my self.

All of this, through the prism of emotion,
is beautiful to you—not beyond compare
for I was never so foolish—but
more than enough to make you stay.

The reality
is never made of silk or velvet. It is not soft
like dawn or a misted rain, but sharp,
edged as winter's wind.

Here, then, is the hope:

My jagged edges will
line up with yours—click into place
like pieces of a puzzle—
and if not, the hope is still this:

We will not become the shards of our selves
and injure each other
while pulling the pieces apart.

So I'm 24 now. Whoopee.
Not feeling any wiser yet. :P

There's something wrong with my head and I'm tired of feeling like a fake. I am also tired of going up and down on the mood roller coaster.

What the fuck, brain? Just... what the fuck. I quit.

I'll just be over here. Reading stuff. And trying to make sense of myself.


Yeah. Same old same old. I cannot be fixed, isn't that nice. *kicks self* Stop moping and go do things. Mmmmcoffee. And books. Yeah. Books are good. Books are my friends.

See ya.


_{This ramble brought to you by a Lin in throes of a chronic existential crisis.}