Glory or Death
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I wrote that *points proudly*
Have written the first chapter of my story. It's not much, but it's mine. And Christian liked it. Am feeling genuinely happy tonight. Even though I haven't even started on my essay... which shall be turned in by january 12. Ick! But it's almost Christmas...
Reminds me of "Love, Actually" Went to see it with Tine. Was rather disappointed. Expected something more jolly. Not that it wasn't, it's just...I really, really liked the "Sarah&Carl" and their story did not end happily. At least not from my fairytale-point-of-view. Plus Kiera Knightly definitely chose the wrong guy. Or we just didn't get to see exactly why her husband was so perfect. (On the other hand; I've always hated Arthur/Genevieve/Lancelot triangles, so maybe that's just as well -Wonder how I'll deal with "Troy" and the fact that Orlando Bloom plays PP. *swoons* The fact that Brad Pitt plays Achilles doesn't disturb me half as much. I've always hated him(Achilles, that is. I don't hate BP -I just don't like him. But I digress.))
Peter Pan will not come out this Christmas. Am ever so disappointed. Another reason to leave this godforsaken country. No White Christmas either. Just a grey blurry mass. Rain. *Shudders*
I've seen The Lord of the Rings!!! Wonderful, wonderful. Spent the last hour sobbing desperately into my kleenex.
Think Martin laughed at me.
Didn't win the competition. Did not have a bow. Or a long white beard. But think I was v. pretty.
Very sleepy next day. 12 hours sitting and your back's back with a vengeance. Hair's a mess.
I want to take Sam home.
Bought 7 new books today. Am broke, but it was v. good books. Plus, can alway tell self it's necessary to buy books when studying literature. (But have no idea how to explain gorgeous-green-expensive-sweater. Ah, well, will survive.)
Mum's planning a trip to London january 19. Invited me with her. *bounces* Cannot wait. Love, love London.
I, too, shall be brought low by death
but until then
let me win glory.
~Homer
I want to take Sam home *sobs*
bløder fra din hånd
Spejlet lys af gnister
ved dit åndedrag
glider ind ad et vindue
altid åbent
I wrote that *points proudly*
Have written the first chapter of my story. It's not much, but it's mine. And Christian liked it. Am feeling genuinely happy tonight. Even though I haven't even started on my essay... which shall be turned in by january 12. Ick! But it's almost Christmas...
Reminds me of "Love, Actually" Went to see it with Tine. Was rather disappointed. Expected something more jolly. Not that it wasn't, it's just...I really, really liked the "Sarah&Carl" and their story did not end happily. At least not from my fairytale-point-of-view. Plus Kiera Knightly definitely chose the wrong guy. Or we just didn't get to see exactly why her husband was so perfect. (On the other hand; I've always hated Arthur/Genevieve/Lancelot triangles, so maybe that's just as well -Wonder how I'll deal with "Troy" and the fact that Orlando Bloom plays PP. *swoons* The fact that Brad Pitt plays Achilles doesn't disturb me half as much. I've always hated him(Achilles, that is. I don't hate BP -I just don't like him. But I digress.))
Peter Pan will not come out this Christmas. Am ever so disappointed. Another reason to leave this godforsaken country. No White Christmas either. Just a grey blurry mass. Rain. *Shudders*
I've seen The Lord of the Rings!!! Wonderful, wonderful. Spent the last hour sobbing desperately into my kleenex.
Think Martin laughed at me.
Didn't win the competition. Did not have a bow. Or a long white beard. But think I was v. pretty.
Very sleepy next day. 12 hours sitting and your back's back with a vengeance. Hair's a mess.
I want to take Sam home.
Bought 7 new books today. Am broke, but it was v. good books. Plus, can alway tell self it's necessary to buy books when studying literature. (But have no idea how to explain gorgeous-green-expensive-sweater. Ah, well, will survive.)
Mum's planning a trip to London january 19. Invited me with her. *bounces* Cannot wait. Love, love London.
I, too, shall be brought low by death
but until then
let me win glory.
~Homer
I want to take Sam home *sobs*