It was nearly sixty on Saturday. They're now predicting three inches of snow for Wednesday. These are the moments that I hate Arkansas weather. I want it to pick a temperature and stay there for more than five minutes. Otherwise, when I come down with pneumonia, I'm going to pout. Like, lots ( Read more... )

The Brokeback Mountain soundtrack is going to kill me. It's probably not the best music to be listening to right now. I don't think I've ever been emotionally drained by playing before, but damn, if it wasn't awesome. though my Storm and my Hank probably suckedI really should finish the other two backstories for potterisdead. And icons. Those are ( Read more... )

So. Yeah.

( Harry Potter pimping. )

Geez. I promised myself that I would try and keep this thing updated at least once a week, and you know, I'd really like to say that it's because I've been horribly busy, but really, it's the laziness and lack of anything to say. Class doesn't suck too hard (I've got a B. Honestly, I was expecting something much lower considering I keep turning in ( Read more... )

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went ( Read more... )

I just got back from seeing Jarhead, and I'll have more coherent thoughts tomorrow. I'm too exhausted tonight to do anything that remotely makes sense. Two things, though, that aren't really spoilery. 1.) I will never look at Santa hats the same way again. 2.) Jake is an amazing actor, but so is Pete Sarsgaard. The both of them? Utterly awe- ( Read more... )

I blame a lack of updates on failed attempts to translate French Revolution documents. Because my French is far too rust, and far, far too Cajun to actually be able to sit and translate for hours anymore, plus my brain has to translate the English into Romanian then into French, because I learned French before I learned English. And hell if I can ( Read more... )

Right. So. I apparently shouldn't be allowed near a computer ever again. I keep breaking them. First mine, now my parents'. Not that I'm going to tell them that. I'll let them blame themselves, because at least I got it to start up again. It just took two hours and a lot of throwing things across the room. I blame the stress of having a paper due ( Read more... )

I called in sick this morning, despite the fact that I'm not really all that sick. Of course, that means that karma will turn up and smack me in the head for it on Monday, and I'll be really sick, but whatever. If I am, I'll just claim it's the flu or something. And that will only make matters worse, I realize that ( Read more... )

If one more person tells me to smile because "it can't be that bad", I'm likely to start removing limbs with a letter opener. Insomnia isn't fun, people, and I've reached the cranky stage of it, so that's why I look focused and unhappy. Because I am. So, nyeh. (and, you know, a smarter person would just take the valium the doctor prescribes to calm ( Read more... )