One paper done. Wheeee. Now I'm off to the boy's place to make pancakes and eat other fattening things and maybe watch a movie or two.
This is my May.
Uni stuff that needs doing
- end-of-course papers for six different courses
- various assignments (count 'em: four) for the science popularisation course
- second research paper for Focus Areas
- entrance exam for minor subject
- exam for Sociolinguisti
- exam for English Grammar 2
Other real life stuff
- get a summer job (rent must be paid)
- make Laura a necklace
- make jewellery to sell
Elftown stuff
- some crew-related stuff
- some more crew-related stuff
- getting that damn contest finally wrapped up
- bringing the Writing Contests page up to date
Photoshoots. At some point. Maybe. If the boy and I have time.
Word of the Day for April 30, 2011
accost –verb (used with object)
1. to confront boldly: The beggar accosted me for money.
2. to approach, especially with a greeting, question, or remark.
3. (of prostitutes, procurers, etc.) to solicit for sexual purposes.
http://diction
Two young men in suits accosted me on the street just now. The accent was kind of adorable, but I am still not a Mormon. I am a uni student who needs to read for her English Phonetics exam.
Tidings
Down the mess hall rang a shout: "Ohoy!"
The midwife ran in and wept for joy.
'T was all over the news
the captain's best muse
gave birth to a healthy alien boy.
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If you're not there yet, go participate in The Elftown Limerick Competition. Shoo!
I watched all existing The Guild episodes yesterday. And of course I had to watch the extra stuff, too. So now I have "(Do You Wanna Date My) Avatar" playing in my head. Again. xD
Effing idiots. :|
That 20-minute presentation I was talking about in the previous entry? Never happened.
Wednesday morning, I woke up feeling kind of queasy and weak but proceeded with my morning routines normally. Opened laptop, went to shower. After I got out of the shower, things went south pretty fast. It seems I fainted somewhere in the hallway between the bathroom and my own room and hit my head hard enough to get a concussion. The next couple of hours will probably a blur forever, and during those hours I was disoriented and scared as hell. The reality value of a lot of things was rather hazy, and I kept repeating the same things because I didn't remember I'd said them just a couple of minutes earlier. I spent basically the whole day being prodded at and waiting to be prodded at. Much fun. And no, they didn't actually find anything. Just a random fainting spell possibly resulting from low blood pressure at that specific moment. They don't know, and since there didn't seem to be any serious after-effects, they let me go home provided I had someone to look after me. Which, gratefully, I did. My boy is kind of awesome.
Still not feeling all that great. I'm hoping I'll get over it by Monday.
My body has the worst sense of timing ever. I'm supposed to hold a 20-minute presentation tomorrow morning and here I am, coughing away because my lungs appear to be protesting against... something. I know it's not mucus 'cause it's a dry cough. Blargh. This is doubly not on since I also have choir in the evening, and it's the last practice session before our concert on Saturday. Grr.
edit: Of course! Now I realise what the problem is. We visited the uni's zoological museum today, and the air there was dry and stale. Of course my lungs wouldn't like that.
'Tis back.
Word of the Day for April 9, 2011
dipterous –adjective
1. Entomology. belonging or pertaining to the order Diptera, comprising the houseflies, mosquitoes, and gnats, characterized by a single, anterior pair of membranous wings with the posterior pair reduced to small, knobbed structures.
2. Botany. having two winglike appendages, as seeds or stems.
http://diction
There are a few songs I'm kind of obsessed with. This has been one of them ever since the boy showed me an episode of Lie to Me. I've stopped watching the series, but the song stuck. So: Brand New Day by Ryan Star.
http://www.you
You have vanished.
Is this bitterness, beating
poison into grief-frozen veins, mine?
There is nothing graceful about this
and I ache to think
a year should be all I am given of you.
She exists no more, you say—
yet you still glimmer somewhere underneath
where I am no longer permitted.
Perhaps it is a crime I've committed,
this issue with loving you too much.
It cannot be helped.
Foolish as I am,
I sit in the lap of uncertainty
and wait for the ground to thaw.
'Tis a poetry contest. Click the link. You know you want to.
http://www.mys
"Not Academic" by these fellows might just be my new favourite song. The vocalist is a uni acquaintance of mine.