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This lantern doth the horned moon present...
Today: Got a gym membership and actually worked out. Hoo-rah ( Read more... ) -
Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?
I feel like I ought to say something about the past couple of months, but every time I have a spare moment, I'm much too exhausted to be arsed with the silly internet ( Read more... ) -
Pearls of wisdom...
So, skis are sharp. Who knew? 24 stitches ftw. -
Happiness is a warm gun.
Whew... so, it started snowing last week and hasn't stopped yet. And it's really lovely, except I wish it weren't finals week--it's kinda hard to get around, ya know? I literally have to dig my car out, scrape all the windows, and defog it for fifteen minutes each time I want to go anywhere. Even if its only been parked for an hour ( Read more... ) -
Ode to Cline.
Mmm. I love my university library--so stately and scholarly, with that musty old book smell and innumerable rows of worn bindings. It's my very favorite place to come and do homework all distraction-free, nestled back amongst the lesser-known computers of the second floor lab, occasionally darting up the spiral staircase to hunt for extra ( Read more... ) -
Estrogen FTW.
Sometimes I wish I had more girl friends. I mean, I love all my guy friends to death (and I've never gotten on all that well with the female sex, for some odd reason), but deep down, I think I occasionally just want to be stupid and girly ( Read more... ) -
Not having a good week.
Mid-semester homework crunch. Screwed-up student teaching placement. Several serious issues with graduation paperwork. Many required signatures, very few office hours. December 3rd deadline to finish lengthy application for JET program (including proof of impending graduation, which I'm not sure I can get in time). No suitable candidates for ( Read more... ) -
Number nine... Number nine...
So, with both roommates MIA this evening, sitting all alone in my dark house, I figured I'd treat myself to a late showing of Across the Universe ( Read more... ) -
Shine on, you crazy diamond.
When you live at high altitude, opening any sort of package or container is an adventure.
Also, I shanghaid my roommate into teaching me to knit. FTW! Soon, there shall be a multitude of potholders and scarfs.... and other things that are rectangles. Fear. -
Random thoughts.
My pink hair has been immortalized in my new passport photos. It makes me a little giggly.
Canned air was invented for use as a cat torture device. But seriously, he deserves it.
New season of Metalocalypse = squee!