The paintings were the first to go. Wrapped in newspapers along with the picture frames. Put into balikbayan boxes, neatly arranged by height. The books were next. In shopping bags this time, half a dozen or so of them. All to be sent to a different house, for the time being ( Read more... )

We're graduating tomorrow. :)

YAY. I mean, after four years in high school (and maybe too many more in the same school), we will be free.

Well, sort of. Just the Pauliworld left. And the yearbook. And then we will be free.

The closer that day of freedom comes, the more I wonder: do I really want to get there, to a part of the end I've been ( Read more... )

Whee. :) In a sense, in a way ( Read more... )

Last 20 or so yards, meters, days. We are almost out of here, out of there. We are almost out there - out here, where it is brighter and less infested ( Read more... )

Today was supposed to be: writing a worthy essay, getting LPG and water, mailing the essay, taking Pepper to the vet, picking Mom up, and having dinner or whatnot over at High Street.

It ended up as a day for: reading, trying to learn new words and remember them, getting blocked by traffic practically everywhere (if it's not cars, it's people), ( Read more... )

It unsettles me that the CL exam was harder than the Economics one. It wasn't so much the questions as it was the lack of time, though, so at least that makes sense ( Read more... )

This is one of the three (there were more, I'm sure - I just forget these things rather easily) new things I learned last night, when I was supposed to be either studying or sleeping. It is Latin (duh) and it mean it does not follow. I like it.

The other two words would be proclivity and revenant. I would like to incorporate them into my ( Read more... )

Get over...
...the fact that going to class will get you wet when it rains;
...your failures (they didn't ask you to do it - you wanted to help out, and it is not any of their faults that you bit off a tad too much);
...your loss (you are not a special snowflake - you may not even be much special at all ( Read more... )

Proof that Snow Patrol rocks beyond my comprehension:

Somewhere a Clock is Ticking

I've got this feeling that there's something that I missed ( Read more... )

It's unlimited; an endless source of...something. Is that even good?

My yesterday, partly divided by time.

6:45 - Our classroom last school year (currently being used by 4-2) is flooded. It looks like it rained inside, yellow liquid from up there. The books are on the floor, now wet. This is not a puddle, as we were worried about in our own room ( Read more... )