I love typing umlauts, oh man
As I plow through my homework for the evening* and rue all of the rote memorization that this quarter is requiring of me**, I continue to be amused that the reason I know the Japanese word for purple is because of a discussion I read a while back about Muraki of Yami no Matsuei fame. I'm certain I picked up the word for blue because of fandom nonsense as well, since people faff about with it so much.
Space is at a premium in my messenger bag this quarter, which makes for a lot of shuffling around in an attempt to both carry my textbooks and not crush the more delicate things that get stored in there. It also makes it interesting to try and carry things that are not directly related to classes - the red missile thermos, the travel sketchbook - but which are entirely necessary.
In other, unrelated news, I believe I shall have to get a full-sized jar of Aromaleigh's Odette, since it's totally gorgeous and I'm going to go through my sample like whoa. I have also acquired very red nail polish, which pleases me since the last bottle in the house was smeared across the computer table by an idiot of an eleven-year-old boy.
It is quite dark out tonight. The fog is obscuring the stars***, and moon is ringed with a ghostly halo. It seems like the sort of night that Heartless would be out.
*I have to come up with something better than my current system, as it's extremely subject to people distracting me. Doing it in my room is not an option, though, since I will just fall asleep.
**Well, okay, not rote memorization, because I am putting a lot of effort into comprehending what the hell I'm doing. But fuck higher math, man. A lot of what I have to do is straight up memorization, particularly since I'm taking Japanese and that's the only way to figure out what all the characters mean. (The English class comes as a breath of fresh air, let me tell you. I know how to work words. In my own native tongue, that is.)
***The other morning the fog was thick enough over the flooded fields around us that it was a solid wall of the exact same grey from the ground (well, the water) up to the peak of the sky. The other hill was entirely invisible.
Space is at a premium in my messenger bag this quarter, which makes for a lot of shuffling around in an attempt to both carry my textbooks and not crush the more delicate things that get stored in there. It also makes it interesting to try and carry things that are not directly related to classes - the red missile thermos, the travel sketchbook - but which are entirely necessary.
In other, unrelated news, I believe I shall have to get a full-sized jar of Aromaleigh's Odette, since it's totally gorgeous and I'm going to go through my sample like whoa. I have also acquired very red nail polish, which pleases me since the last bottle in the house was smeared across the computer table by an idiot of an eleven-year-old boy.
It is quite dark out tonight. The fog is obscuring the stars***, and moon is ringed with a ghostly halo. It seems like the sort of night that Heartless would be out.
*I have to come up with something better than my current system, as it's extremely subject to people distracting me. Doing it in my room is not an option, though, since I will just fall asleep.
**Well, okay, not rote memorization, because I am putting a lot of effort into comprehending what the hell I'm doing. But fuck higher math, man. A lot of what I have to do is straight up memorization, particularly since I'm taking Japanese and that's the only way to figure out what all the characters mean. (The English class comes as a breath of fresh air, let me tell you. I know how to work words. In my own native tongue, that is.)
***The other morning the fog was thick enough over the flooded fields around us that it was a solid wall of the exact same grey from the ground (well, the water) up to the peak of the sky. The other hill was entirely invisible.