"It's funny," I say, prodding my food with chopsticks, "I seem to feel a need to find definite moments - points, symbols - where my life has changed... some way to take a part of my life and compartmentalize it, section it off and say 'this was then; it means this; it ended here'."

You are staring at me. I am grasping at straws. But I continue:

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So... my Mediaeval History essay is completely done, title and everything, to my general satisfaction. There's always room for improvement, but I think it's decent. And the conclusion is a work of pure, unadulterated genuis. :P ( Read more... )

MSN seems to broken on my computer. I can sign in, but it immediately freezes. It turns out my sister had this problem just a few days ago, and then that computer went on the fritz and was hauled off for reformatting by the tech guy. There were tons of viruses and general evils on her computer, so I don't know if her MSN woes were indicative of a ( Read more... )

Threnody: A song of lamentation; spec. a lament for the dead, a dirge
From the Greek Threnodia, formed from Threnos, funeral lament and Oide, song

And thus...

ThetisHow cruel it is that as creators we have no control ( Read more... )

Last night, Aria and I wrote a poem. For use in asking people out - because poetry is always romantic, right? And haikus are just so damn evocative...

*ahem*

You and Me lovers
Held together by passion
No more nunnery

Thank you.

I GOT MONEY!

Scholarship money, that is. I think it's from UC. My ROSI balance randomly decreased. Quelle suprise! I got the renewable portion of my entrance scholarship, but I also got a little extra. My favourite part is that the two scholarships are worth $141 and $109, which seem like strange numbers, but they add up to $250. I guess the ( Read more... )

So... it seems that people are not so fond of the Green Room, which makes me think that there's not much point in going there. I'm not attached to it, I simply thought it could be a neutral place. But... somewhere else - where? I guess I could have a gathering at my house on the weekend, but my house is in transit-deficient locations and I don't ( Read more... )

If tomorrow is not better than today has been, I will scream. Or maybe cry. If these days continue... continuing... I will then drop out of school and throw myself of a bridge. Not that I think such things need to be done, but today has been the sort of day that puts such ideas in one's mind. Argharghargh I hate grading I hate evaluations I hate ( Read more... )

Despite my fear of cameras, there is now one (1) picture of me with the exciting hair, thanks to Danya. You can't even really see the red in the back, but I guess that's life.

Please note how bitchingly scholarly I am. That's Virginia Woolf in my hand and Wheelock's Latin sitting in front of me.


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Yesterday in choir a soprano who had not yet been assigned a folder showed up late, and thus was not able to sign a folder out from me, the sexy new Chorus Librarian. Feeling that it was unfair to make her look on to someone else's music when there was a box of unclaimed folders in the room, I got up while we were switching pieces and walked across ( Read more... )