My apologies if I have come across as bitchy, grumpy, morose, or all the the above. It's getting close to the end of the semester, and the pressure is mounting. I'm not ready for any of my exams, and I'm behind on all of my projects. I may be in an ugly mood for a while, so bear with me. I also may not post for a while, for fear of coming off ( Read more... )

Apparently, the computer gods have decided that today (and last night) is a good time to fuck with me. I am not amused. To make a nastily long story short, the entire architecture system is down, and I have absolutely no access to my file whatsoever. Even if I could access it, I have no idea what to do with it, owning to the circumstances I ( Read more... )

Apparently I did not offer enough pigeon sacrifices Sunday night to Lord Natas, because the last two days have been shot to shit.  First of all, the weather did an about face and became nastily chilly.  Sometimes I don't mind chilly weather, but not when it catches me off guard like this.  Then I left my only umbrella behind in Cosci, with little ( Read more... )

I was going to write something about how I never get worked up over exams (which I have two of this week), but eh... I'd much rather stare at the sunset, even though it hurts my eyes. Also, wocka wocka, bling, blah, blee, defectorating.

The Langford Hotel: students check in, crazies check out.

I can be very easy to misunderstand, I know.   Sometimes what I write and say comes off as much more psychotic and depraved than how I meant it to be.  An odd thing is that when I write, I hear myself reading the passage in my head, with certain enunciations and stresses, which cannot be communicated by mere typing.  So while it makes perfect sense ( Read more... )