Alright, seeing as it's nearing that time of the year again - who wants a Christmas/Yule/whatever card from me? Teh favourite girls (Allison<3 Jitter<3 Trin<3 Squee<3) are automatically included on the list.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

And though there was no reason why they should still go on holding hands after their jump, they didn't let go. The walls rose very high all round that courtyard. They had many great windows in them, windows without glass, through which you saw nothing but black darkness.

C. S. Lewis : The Magician's Nephew

Marshall Gray - Critical hit on my heart
This geek love song is making me sorta nostalgic, especially since I got it from him. :P
Only of the time we spent dancing around each other pre-relationship, though. We must have been so cute. No, I don't want him back, thankyouverymych xD I love him, but only as a good friend. Not much good would come of it in the long run, and we are both more sensible than that by now. The romance part was just so very sweet.

*bricked* Okay, enough with the memory lane tripping. Seems like some part of my brain is again of the opinion that it would be nice to get a crush on someone. Well, screw that! I need to focus. xD

I am going to be writing an article on fan fiction. Whoot. :P

Went to sleep at three in the morning.
Woke up at five in the evening.

WTF?

As Vorkje proposed it to me some time ago, I am now registered at Hyves. And I'm using it in Dutch.
My fucking gods, it's giving me a headache xD

Having dowloaded Skinamp, I shall be making quite a few Winamp skins in the future. If you have any images you want used in a Winamp skin, poke me. I may or may not expect something in return. :P

Still feeling miserable like woah, but that's okay... I got the laptop I asked for! :D
It runs on Vista, but I'll live.

I have the nagging feeling I'm in for the third poorly slept night in a row, and that my cold won't be gone by the morning. All well and good, but I have work to do and then a seminar to attend for the rest of the weekend. I didn't get anything written tonight either, so the next two days will have to involve some pretty damn frenzied notebook-scribbling so that I don't fall behind even more. I die.

I find it highly amusing that OkCupid! is offering a friend of mine from Protu activities as my best match. Granted, it's only 77%, but... yeah. :P

Am so very tired and do not want to go out because it's below zero and my throat still hurts, but I don't have a fever and there is a lecture to attend. ;_;
Well. At least it's the shorter one. If this was Monday, I would so not be going.

Let it be known that Trin is the best EVAR.
*loves upon* <3<3<3<3
The card made my day =^_______^=

My throat hurts. I'm tired. But I need to go work. I am not a happy camper.

We have snow, and I am damn cold even with a woollen jacket on. These two are not necessarily related. I think I need hot chocolate.

I just played go with a nine-year-old. Heehee.

Happy birthday to Mir! And Punk!

There has been a shooting incident at a school again.
This time, though, it's in Finland.
Apparently there are three dead and possibly more people injured. The shooter is an 18-year-old guy.

This is one of the things you'd never hope to hear from the radio.

edit: The guy is a total nutcase. Egotistical, deluded little shit. I was ready to believe he was merely confused. But no. He planned the thing. Fucking bloody hell. Just see for yourself: http://koti.phnet.fi/pres/a/jokela
http://youtube.com/watch?v=FErcNl3Tjh0


_{And, you know, I don't think I'll be able to read Boys don't cry. without getting sad ever again.}

More lyriiiiics.

Icarus Rising

We used to say
humans will have wings
with which to soar one day
laughing, defiant, in the face of
the nonbelieving and everyone else
holding hands with secret smiles

I see you take flight
and think: you're like Icarus,
rising high
where none can reach you
and behind my laugh I pray
you'll never stop flying

All those childhood dreams,
remember, you and me and
the endless skies
you took them in your hands
and made the impossible
a picture perfect reality

I see you take flight now
and think: you're like Icarus,
rising high
where none can reach you
and behind my tears I pray
you'll never stop and fall