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I wrote that *points proudly*
Have written the first chapter of my story. It's not much, but it's mine. And Christian liked it. Am feeling genuinely happy tonight. Even though I haven't even started on my essay... which shall be turned ( Read more... )

Haven't updated for a while ( Read more... )

Morpheus ( Read more... )

Just one thing:

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANNA!

Eh.. I'll see you in the morning.

Am ever so unhappy *wails*
I told you I passed, n'est pas? Well, it wasn't quite as good as I hoped, and not quite as bad as I feared.
But anyway.
Am miserable.

Is of course the only way to learn it properly, but it seems I have to unlearn everything I was taught in college. Wahhhh ( Read more... )

I got my paper back today and squee! I passed. Unfortunately they're not giving grades as of yet, and I would really, really like to know exactly *how* much I passed. But I am relieved I did at least pass. Would be ever so embarrassing to fail your first assignment. I read Gregers' essay -and OMG!§ Feeling a bit flushed when thinking of own... Am ( Read more... )

And again, I found myself -quite forcefully- staring at these poems. They have a kind of illuminating power which I cannot deny somehow got me trapped. This one reminds me a bit of Rossetti, but it can be because I've been reading her a lot lately ( Read more... )

"The first week in August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning."

I saw "Tuck Everlasting" yesterday.

There are days, when one feels so utterly wretched, one can think of nothing but sleep. This is one of these days. I've spend most of today rearranging my inner attic -and have thus found out that I have lost it. I am too old. I close my windows at night; afraid I might get a cold. I listens to the professor when he drones on and on about the ( Read more... )

I will probably not make much sense today. Have been working eight hours and I'm tired. I have no money, but I'm happy anyway. Dance with me, my fingertips. (Thank you again, Rob-something) University starts monday. ("But it's a good thing" I insist. I have no life *moans*) Have almost finished my assignment. Almost ( Read more... )