Infrequent Update Is Go
I really need to start putting more stuff in here. It's getting to be too long between posts, though it isn't as though I have much more to say than OH GAD LIFE IS EATING MY LIFE AAAAAAAAAA
I'm slightly busy. |D
Though I tell you what, Songfest is going to be awesome. If it weren't major spoilers, I'd rattle off the list of artists whose songs we're using for our group to show you just how awesome it is. I will say that I knew all the songs, I have all but one, and I am somewhat ashamed that I don't have that one because it too is awesome. I can, however, tell you the overall theme since that's been recently released: History In the Making.
Performances are next week. I am nervous as hell and so, so excited. *A*
In other news, thesis work is going slowly. Being an awful procrastinator might well have something to do with that. Job applications are going a bit better, but I still have to finish things for ICHC before I send them in. I need to get on that.
I also have a project to work on for my Writing for Technology class. It's a digital storytelling thing - I have to write a story and then put pictures and video and music and such to it. |D I'm thinking of writing about my recent trip to Disneyworld, since it's fresh and I have a metric ton of pictures and video and no shortage of Disney songs. That's either going to be fun or a pain in the ass. We'll see.
Finally, I keep running across this meme, so I suppose I should do it: When you see this meme, post a poem on your LJ.
It's All the Same to the Clam - Shel Silverstein
You may leave the Clam on the ocean floor
It's all the same to the Clam.
For a hundred thousand years or more,
It's all the same to the Clam.
You may bury him deep in mud or muck,
Or carry him round to bring you luck.
Or use him for a hockey puck.
It's all the same to the Clam.
You may call him Frank or Jim or Nell
It's all the same to the Clam.
Or make an ashtray from his shell.
It's all the same to the clam.
You may take him riding on a train
or leave him sitting in the rain.
You'll never hear the Clam complain.
It's all the same to the Clam.
Yes the world may stop or the world may spin
It's all the same to the Clam.
And the sky may come a fallin' in
It's all the same to the Clam.
And man may sing his endless songs,
of wronging rights and righting wrongs.
The Clam just sets - and gets along.
It's all the same to the Clam.
I'm slightly busy. |D
Though I tell you what, Songfest is going to be awesome. If it weren't major spoilers, I'd rattle off the list of artists whose songs we're using for our group to show you just how awesome it is. I will say that I knew all the songs, I have all but one, and I am somewhat ashamed that I don't have that one because it too is awesome. I can, however, tell you the overall theme since that's been recently released: History In the Making.
Performances are next week. I am nervous as hell and so, so excited. *A*
In other news, thesis work is going slowly. Being an awful procrastinator might well have something to do with that. Job applications are going a bit better, but I still have to finish things for ICHC before I send them in. I need to get on that.
I also have a project to work on for my Writing for Technology class. It's a digital storytelling thing - I have to write a story and then put pictures and video and music and such to it. |D I'm thinking of writing about my recent trip to Disneyworld, since it's fresh and I have a metric ton of pictures and video and no shortage of Disney songs. That's either going to be fun or a pain in the ass. We'll see.
Finally, I keep running across this meme, so I suppose I should do it: When you see this meme, post a poem on your LJ.
It's All the Same to the Clam - Shel Silverstein
You may leave the Clam on the ocean floor
It's all the same to the Clam.
For a hundred thousand years or more,
It's all the same to the Clam.
You may bury him deep in mud or muck,
Or carry him round to bring you luck.
Or use him for a hockey puck.
It's all the same to the Clam.
You may call him Frank or Jim or Nell
It's all the same to the Clam.
Or make an ashtray from his shell.
It's all the same to the clam.
You may take him riding on a train
or leave him sitting in the rain.
You'll never hear the Clam complain.
It's all the same to the Clam.
Yes the world may stop or the world may spin
It's all the same to the Clam.
And the sky may come a fallin' in
It's all the same to the Clam.
And man may sing his endless songs,
of wronging rights and righting wrongs.
The Clam just sets - and gets along.
It's all the same to the Clam.