I have been reading the comments at Theological Discussions. So far, aside from the parties refusing to give each other credit and being rude to varying degrees, what bugs me the most is the fact that they missed the mark on the definition of agnosticism - and no one realised! To directly quote one of the debaters: "agnostics: believe theres a God, but dont really follow"
As everyone should know, an agnostic person does not believe in a god, but does not outright deny the existence of one, either. An agnostic person is not sure of what to believe, as there is no firm proof one way or another.

*seethe*

Erm, yeah. If that discussion wasn't so old, I probably would have flipped on the wiki itself. Ehehehe...

Remember this? I recently noticed that it bears an uncanny resemblance to what I've always pictured my 'Calann' character as - white hair, chocolate skin, amber eyes - and started wondering whether it was a deliberate, though unconscious, act... Then again, it's probably the other option. Coincidence.
Either way, a bit amusing to tell the truth. I think I shall have to poke the drawing more and make it a proper portrait...

I think a new schedule is in order. For this month, I need to restrict my Internet time for strict breaks and evenings only if I want to get anything done on the reading department. I'll be online, but I won't be present as much as usual. This is unfortunate, but all too necessary.

So... just a heads-up if you for some reason start to wonder why I'm not on so much.

Heehee. I got so used to having to write every single day, I still get the vague feeling I should come up with something or other and pen it down before calling it a night. I guess that's what a challenge like that does to a person.
Well, I still need to finish "Happy House", plus there are many contests to take part in...

I have succeeded!

The 30 day contest is voting!

From Jitters. :D

_{loverapists - check it out. you just may be one of them.}

Holy shit. I so want this book. But... so expensive! ;____;
http://www.biblio.com/books/32819364.html

Have I ever mentioned that Felicitas Vogler has some really fabulous photos? Well, she does. Look: http://www.skinnymag.co.uk/images/stories/Art/art_felicitasvogler01_lewispass.gif

*cries*

Argh. Am having second thoughts about the trip. I still want to go, but the prospect of being all alone in Europe is a very scary one. Not to mention that it burns money. Lots of it.
Would you hate me if I didn't go for the massive trip I planned and instead just visited a couple of countries? ._.
Like Netherlands and Wales.

I probably will go, because I really really want to, but in case I change my plans I want to know whether I'll be lynched. :3

Fuck iiiiiit.

I am a bloody bumbling eejit. Just informing you.
So, I had that entrance exam. I started off by being late a few minutes since I'd foolishly trusted the route planner, which I know is stupid and more often than not unreliable. They were doing the group interviews with a tight schedule in groups of three, which meant that I had to be put into the next group. Okay. Not a good first impression. And of course, it was as bad as they usually go, but I think I kind of made a low point there... At one point, they asked for three adjectives that I'd describe myself with. So I go ahead and stutter them out. Creative, shy, adaptable.

Who the hell says 'shy' in that kind of situation?! I must have a death wish. Oh, wait, I do. Sometimes. Never mind then. But really, how stupid can I get...

The actual test part was okay, though they had a really ridiculous essay question. 'Me as a student of Restaurant School Perho'. Durr... Right. Bullshit time!

Gah! *headdesks* Someone please shoot me now.

Or maybe I'll just go to bed and hope that Roosa doesn't destroy the apartment. *is at [nekorin]'s*

I've gone through the material for the entrance exam the school sent me, am going to make a quick revision in the morning and hope I don't fuck it up entirely. To be honest, though, what I'm more worried about is the group interview. Why? Because I get all locked up in interviews, that's why, especially in group ones.

In plain terms: I am possibly fucked.

On another note, some idle pondering about names... Everyone around here knows me as Linderel, or any abbreviation there of. Some know me as Lami, which is possibly the closest to my skin and therefore something I don't want to put in the name slot to be seen by everyone and their cousin. It's special. It's like my true name. So I guess Linderel is my second most favourite, seeing as I feel it fits me better than Calann, which used to be my name a couple of years back.
Thing is, I'm still Calann at WritersCo and have no intention of changing. Does this mean that Calann is my writer persona? Or am I just reading too much into stuff that is, in the long run, more or less inconsequential and pretty much a question of habit, of being used to something?
Then there's the fact that over at Elfpack, I'm Lami-chan. Am I comfortable having that name there because I'm never on? Maybe so... but then, that wouldn't explain why my nickname on IRC is Lamichu, which, if another theory is correct, would indicate that people I talk with there get to see the unmasked version. Or maybe that's what the suffixes are for. A thinner layering, but layering nonetheless.

Or maybe I'm just having way too much time on my hands, which I really shouldn't, and this is all bullshit. <_<

It's probably the last option.

New contest: Shower singers! Although you should already know about it, because if you're watching my house, you should also be watching keep the doctor away! :P
Anyways. Have a look-see.

Very very very very tired. I'll eat a bit, watch an episode or two of 24, and then crash to bed. I r teh bone-deep ded tired. *curls up on floor and passes out*

Went to donate blood today. Well, attempted to, more like. My hemoglobine, which I was most worried about, was high enough, and that got my hopes all up. But then it turns out my growth hormone treatment earlier in life may pose an impediment. So, they made me fill up this form so they can find out just what I've been treated with and decide whether or not I'm legible as a donor. In the meantime... meh.

Due to being tired and stressed out, this annoys me more than it probably should. I have an entrance exam on Friday, I should read up on some material the school sent me, and I'm beginning to panic. Guess a couple of times if I'm up for that task...

This is really, really amusing. The way it's written is fantastic. If you don't laugh with tears in your eyes before you're done reading, there is something seriously wrong with you. :3
http://community.livejournal.com/mock_the_stupid/2759990.html

[someelf] made me this using my poem. <3

I had a dream about old schoolmates last night. It's been happening a lot lately, to tell you the truth. I don't know why, and it's slightly disturbing.
Last night's dream was... err... Someone was on Elftown and had found me. I'm actually not sure if it was anyone I knew, but apparently they knew me. At some point we moved from Elftown to 'real life'.
Erm. I don't know.

It's kinda creepy. If someone actually was on ET, I really hope they wouldn't find me. Or realise who I am. Or remember me. Erm.

Yeah, apparently I'm not quite over it yet. The prospect of meeting people from my past still spooks me. <_<

Gaah. *is shot and is ded*

Note to self: Never feature poems that have dead author links.

Waah, I just ended 25 relations. xD
So many people who either have left Elftown or I just have never actually spoken to... *remembers the time when you didn't have to actually get a message from someone to suggest a relation* xP I feel old. ._.