So: SATs. Mostly good, I think: again, I had the weird sensation of half enjoying them, although it wasn't as fun this time because I spent half the test trying to calm myself down and let go of the fact that I did not finish my twenty-five minute essay. (This is partly my fault -- I am nothing if not long-winded -- and partly the teacher's fault, ( Read more... )

I think that every year around my birthday, I say something to the effect of, every year around my birthday, I fall headlong into a roiling pit of existential angst. Which is true, and seems to get truer with every passing year. You know how I say I miss being excited? I really miss being excited right now. My eighteenth birthday's in six days and ( Read more... )

So, I'm listening to Sarah Slean's The Baroness, which is really a delightfully atmospheric album -- in some ways it's very different from her previous two "mainstream" albums; it's got much more of a '20s-'40s cabaret aesthetic, without so much of the spooky, brazen witchiness that characterised Day One in particular, although you get a hint of ( Read more... )