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I adore this commercial so much. NF&L is so beautiful. And I love the music they create for their campaigns.
I also love this one:
So awesome. <3
I miss my brotha. My bru. He’s gone is, an’ I don’ like it.
Kyuuuuuu~
:(
[11:44am]
Cool. Christine Schreyer (my sociolinguistics prof) knows Trevor Boris (comedian, often seen on MuchMusic). She trained him as a tour guide and used to work with him before he got famous as a comedian. She used to scold him for making up scary stories to tell the kids he was showing around. Awesome. I like Trevor, he makes me laugh.
[11:58pm]
K so I give up trying to fix this creative writing assignment. We were supposed to describe a scene from a TV show, movie, video game, book, etc. that strongly effected us as children (<14). We were to describe the scene and our feelings with as much detail as possible in 500 words or less, which is super hard for me because I tend to be very, very descriptive. Anyway. Here it is. Not wild about it (I am wild about Ico, though). Uhm, if you care, it’s about the end of the game, so there are spoilers, if you can figure it out. Also, while this scene was really powerful and awesome when I saw/played it, I super exaggerated my feelings for this story because if I didn’t, it wouldn’t have been nearly as effective. Anyway. Woo.
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Ico
The young boy’s weary arms hauled his body up onto the top of the cliff. He was alone and damp from the moisture flooding the air.
His hand was empty and cold.
A pang of abandonment pierced through my heart. I hesitated then, my fingers freezing on the controls, afraid of what this familiar dreadful place would bring. I knew there was only one course of action and that neither he nor I could go on without her.
Suppressing my fear, I watched as he reentered the vast chamber. My eyes swept the endless rows of sarcophagi lining the walls of the daunting crypt, halting for a moment on the single pod that had tumbled out of line. The looming dark lying in wait inside his former tomb stared back at me, pulling at the lock that caged my fear. I breathed deeply when his feet carried him forward, pushing the unpleasant reminder of captivity out of my field of vision.
A new darkness stood in front of him, festering atop a pulpit on the other end of the oversized mausoleum. I wished he would step back and leave that place, but a presence among the shadows pulled us both closer. She was there, immobilized in stone: her fragile form frozen during the desperate attempt to stop his fall, her hand still outstretched for his. The shadows danced about her. My heart caught fire at the sight.
His blade cleaved the shadows like a beam of sunlight.
I watched mournfully as he vanquished the tormented puppets; their small, horned figures faded into nothingness. The pang of abandonment in my heart resurfaced, branching out and transforming into sympathy for the lost souls of the previously sacrificed children. He realized, too, the similarity between himself and the shadows – the dreaded horns protruding from his own head had condemned him to suffer the same fate.
His weapon continued to free them from their prison.
A large mass of shadows converged on a throne behind the pulpit. In an instant, he charged the stone seat, plunging his sword into the dark abyss. Thrown back, he landed hard on the ground. His horns snapped off on impact, the pain causing him to lose consciousness. Fear broke its lock and flooded my thoughts.
A dark figure scooped him up, carrying him close to its chest and keeping him safe from the now collapsing building. His body slid gingerly from the specter’s arms into the boat outside the monstrous building.
He awoke on a beach.
His hand was empty and cold.
I folded underneath the returning throb of abandonment. He wandered the sand, hope welling up in my chest. I pitied his solitude.
A lifeless figure revealed itself over the horizon as he wandered. He approached her livid faerie form.
She laid there, the sun transmuting her luminescence into a gentle glow. Her fingers twitched and curled.
His hand finally found hers.
The corners of my mouth curled up and a tear rived a path down my cheek. I released the controller and sought the comfort of my mother’s hand in mine, filling it with guiding warmth.
[4:55pm]
I don’t know how to be anything other than a student. Going to school is all I’ve done. :/
It just occurred to me. If/when Shane and Trece get a divorce, how will he live there? He’s not a citizen. He has no rights under the Patriot Act. His green card expires in nine months. :/
[6:55pm]
My dad just accused me of never being stressed. I’m sorry, but excuse me? Just because I don’t seem stressed doesn’t mean I’m not. I try not to appear stressed to other people because nobody wants to deal with someone who’s constantly whining about how stressed they are. I acknowledge that I’m stressed, decide that being a grumpass about it won’t do me any good, and make the decision to be in a good mood because it makes everyone feel better. And when I told him that yes, I do feel stressed, he just wrote it off as nothing and said that I was lying and that, again, I never get stressed. It’s like he doesn’t even acknowledge or see all the work I’ve been doing and how hard I’ve been working.
Well you know what, Dad? Fuck you.
[9:31pm]
I’m angry at you.
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Another twelve hours of homework. After three hours of homework last night. lololololololololololol /wrists. Good news, though. I finished everything I wanted to finish this weekend, except study for the kanji quiz on Tuesday. Because there just wasn’t enough time. I’ll have to do all my studying tomorrow. Script memorization will be Tuesday’s plan.
I thought I had more to update about… but I don’t. I’ve been doing homework, that’s all.
Ummm.
Well.
Yeah.
The private detective wrapped his dark khaki trench coat tighter around him and secured a knot in the waist strap. He stood tall for a rabbit, measuring in at three and a half feet, and filled out his soft linen form with perfectly distributed amounts of cotton stuffing. He walked to the door, pausing to crease the rounded end of his arm around the edge of the dark brown fedora that hung on the worn wooden coat rack. Using his other arm, he smoothed back his long white ears, repositioning them flush against his head and chased it with the fedora.
The city’s perpetual sunset washed over Detective Lapin as he walked along the busy streets, his hands buried in the pockets of his coat. The colossal city of Barrowset knew no other quality of light. He was given an address by an old woman who claimed that her neighbor was acting strange as of late. He seemed to be under the impression that she was just an old woman who had nothing better to do than snoop on her neighbors, but he wasn’t one to turn down a paycheque. It was only a few blocks from his office, so he decided to walk; it was mid afternoon and traffic would be hell.
He had travelled about a block and a half when a strange sound coming from an alley a few paces ahead reached his keen ears. He slowed his pace as he drew nearer, picking out the individual voices of children.
“Poor lil’ Squeaky Silus, where were you goin’ in such a hurry, huh?”
The leader.
“Hyugh, hyugh, yeah, Silus Squeaky Squirt, what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Second in command most likely. The third did nothing but laugh.
“He was prob’ly tryin’ to run away from those stupid squeakers in his feet,” the leader’s jeer was interrupted by a soft thump and a muffled ‘oof’, “stupid Squeaky Silus, you can’t run away from your feet!” His minions chuckled uncontrollably.
Lapin stopped at the edge of the alley. There were four children – a small, dirtied kitten curled over on the pavement while a tall colt, a short, hefty piglet, and a thick, sturdy puppy towered over him. The kitten’s foot squeaked as he tried to stand again. The threads of Lapin’s hard boiled eyes tightened as they narrowed, staring at the jagged old stitches on the inside edges of his own feet.
***
“I keep tellin’ ya, ya can’t run away from yer feet, stupid Lapin!”
A heavy volume of The Early History of Barrowset struck the side of the small kit’s head, causing him to stagger. Each squeaky step he took to regain his balance evoked a roar of laughter from his classmates. He could feel a few small fibers of cotton slide down his head from the impact of the book’s corner with his temple. The boy ran home, cursing the squeaks that chased after him. When he arrived, he grabbed the first knife he could reach in the kitchen, taking it to his room. He sat on the floor and stared at his feet.
***
Lapin tilted his head toward the alley slightly as his leg shot out to the side, kicking a nearby dumpster. The vibration caused a sturdy pipe that had been leaning on it to fall to the ground with a loud clang next to the children. The combination of sounds caught their attention, drawing their gazes to the stoic detective. Silus dragged the pipe toward him while the others were distracted and took a squeaky, defensive stance. Lapin’s eyes met briefly with the kitten’s before he resumed his commute.
***
The large apartment building’s architecture had a gothic feel to it, stretching high into the sky and coming to severe peaks. Unfortunately, the inside didn’t live up to the first impression. Drab wallpaper lined the hallways and a dirty, black and coffee-colored checkered floor followed it. He made his way to apartment 103.
Lapin was poised to knock on the dark chestnut door when a draft moved it slightly, a small creak sounding from the old hinges. He cautiously pushed the door all the way open and took a step inside.
The cotton was everywhere. He walked slowly into the room, making sure to avoid the large deposits of cotton caught on the rough edges of the floor’s wooden surface. He moved around the large desk near the window from where the cotton seemed to have come. Lying behind the table, he found the body of what Lapin could only guess was once a sultry dame. The knife still lodged in her had made quick work of her lustrous silken surface.
He heard the startled stumbling of a pair of heels in the doorway. The detective turned to see the spitting image of the murdered dame standing silhouetted in the doorframe. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed that the likeness was not exact – this new visitor’s silk was a gentle pink while the victim’s was a purple lilac color.
“Wh…what’s going on here? Where is my sister? Who are you? Who… who’s cotton is this?!” the heeled feline questioned hysterically.
“The name’s Lapin. I’m a private detective. I received information of a disturbance. Other than that, I don’t know any more than you, toots,” Lapin explained nonchalantly. He noticed a small stitchbox sitting on the corner of the desk. He picked it up, recognizing the logo of The Grizzly Arms pub on the back. He slid it into his pocket.
“My sister… this is her cotton, isn’t it?” she asked quietly.
“‘Fraid so, Miss…?” he paused, waiting for her to fill in the blank.
“Oh – Uh – I’m sorry. My name is Chatille. I’m Celeste’s – err – my sister…” she took a breath to compose herself, “this is my twin sister, Celeste’s, apartment.”
“And you were just passing by?”
“I came to settle some… business with my sister,” she explained. Her demeanor flipped like a switch at this as she crossed her arms loosely in front of her and leaned against the door frame.
“Business? Of the peaceful kind, I’m sure.” Lapin didn’t try to hide the skepticism in his voice.
“Please, as if I would be so coldhearted as to murder my own twin!” She cried, mumbling an afterthought under her breath. Lapin’s brow lowered into an inquisitive glare. “She had it coming,” Chatille muttered, realizing her tone of voice shortly afterward. She flashed an apologetic look at the detective. Lapin waited for her to explain. She reached into her purse and pulled out a spool and lighter. She ignited the end of the spool and lifted it to her mouth, inhaling deeply before continuing.
“She was always getting mixed up with the wrong men. Looks like it finally came back to bite her in the ass,” she said mournfully, staring out the window behind Lapin.
“I see. I’m going to leave my number with you. I’m sure you’ll need some time to… collect yourself after this shock. Call me if you remember any specifics about anyone who might have wanted to harm Celeste,” Lapin said as he approached her and handed her the card with his number on it. She pulled her own small card from her purse and slipped it into his hand.
“What will you do?” Chatille questioned, surprised at his sudden announcement of departure. He stopped in the doorway next to her momentarily before continuing out of the building.
“My job. You should call the police. This is a crime scene.”
***
“I’ll take a scotch, old man,” Lapin chirped at the broad back of a large, brown bear.
“Now that’s a particularly pugnacious voice that I haven’t heard for a while,” the owner of The Grizzly Arms replied without turning around.
“‘Pugnacious’? Reading the dictionary before bed again, Oursin?”
“Very funny, sir,” Oursin patronized while placing a one-cup thimble of scotch on the counter, “what can I do for you today, old friend?”
“Wondering if you’ve seen this lady around,” he paused to slide a picture he nabbed from a side table on his way out of the apartment, “real pretty dame. Nice pair of gams. Great silk.”
“Definitely saw her just a couple of days ago.”
“Definitely?”
“No man forgets a pair of gams like that, Lapin.” The detective smirked.
“Anything about her seem suspicious?”
“Mm. Sorry, can’t say there was anything out of the ordinary about her. Just came in for lunch the other afternoon. Picked up a stitchbox while she was here, if I remember right. Why, she in trouble?”
“She’s dead.”
“Rough.”
Lapin gripped the thimble between his nubby arms and brought it to his mouth, draining it of any remaining scotch. He placed the thimble back on the counter and stared at its bottom, lost in thought.
“I need your phone, Oursin.” The large bear lumbered to the back counter and retrieved the simple phone, placing it in front of Lapin. The detective adeptly dialed Chatille’s number and waited for an answer. It never came. He slammed the receiver onto the base and stood purposefully.
“Where’re you off to now?” Oursin asked Lapin haphazardly.
“They’re twins. They’re almost identical – almost – but an ignorant oaf would never notice the difference in their silk. She could accidentally become a target,” Lapin thought out loud, pulling some buttons from his pocket and placing them next to his thimble.
“Whatever you say, Lapin. But be careful, women are bad news.”
“Yeah. Say hi to the missus for me.”
“Heh, sure thing. Your change for this scotch is going toward my son’s college fund,” Oursin joked. Lapin threw an arm up in farewell.
***
Lapin examined Chatille’s card. Another large apartment building towered in front of him – completely opposite of Celeste’s dispiriting home. The interior was brightly lit and the walls were painted with a pleasant pastel blue.
He ventured to the apartment with her name on it and readied himself to knock. For the second time that day, the door creaked open before his fist could rap upon it. He stepped in slowly. The already dim sunlight from the windows was even fainter with the onset of evening. Lapin slid his arm along the wall until he felt something that felt like a light switch and flicked it up.
Chatille lay sprawled in the middle of the living room floor. Cotton had spilled from the side of her head onto the rug, the fibers intertwining with it and staining it with a snow-like sheen. His eyes moved from the cotton-stained rug to a long, silver object nearby. An object with cotton fibers caught on the rough edges. A murder weapon. A pipe.
Lapin’s mind raced to find a connection, eyes scanning the room. An overturned picture on the mantle of the fake fireplace caught his eye. He crossed the room with as much care as he had at Celeste’s apartment and sat the frame so that it was upright again. He studied it only for a moment before turning abruptly and leaving. The frame contained a picture of Celeste sitting on a park bench with a young kitten in her lap.
***
Lapin stood in the doorway of Celeste’s apartment. A small figure sat on the floor next to the desk. He stepped into the room.
“Why’d you do it, Silus?” Lapin directed his question at the small body in front of him.
“I saw her. She killed my mum,” Silus whispered. The story began falling into place.
“So you killed Chatille for revenge,” Lapin filled in the gaps for the boy.
“She’s always had everything, auntie Chatille. But when Mum finally found someone she loved, she got jealous.”
“It’s not worth killing over.”
“Auntie Chatille always said that Mum didn’t deserve a rich man like that because she lived such an ‘irresponsible life’,” Silus began to weep.
The distant sound of sirens drew nearer in the silent minutes that passed between the two.
“I’m sorry, kid.”
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Well, there’s my last submission for creative writing this term. I loved the idea of it, it was very fun. I just wish I could have made it longer. It felt like I couldn’t do it justice in seven pages. It needed to be at least twenty, but whateverrrr, it’s the best I could do. Unfortunately, I found two or three typos after I submitted it, but whatever, it’s not that big of a deal. I really do love Barrowset City, though. <3
Anyway. Tyler and Danny came over today. We tried playing a game of Starcraft, which was VERY FRUSTRATING AHHH. The fucking Terran WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE EVER and I was playing as Zerg, so obviously it was like fighting my antithesis. Anyway, went to Sarika’s house just before 6. FINALLY SEEN SARIKA’S HOUSE. It is a very nice house, I like it a lot. And I am super jealous of her bay window. I miss mine. :( Anyway, we played more D&D. Again, hilarious times. Left around 9:30 to take people home because we were all very tired. And now? Well… now I’m doing MORE HOMEWORK! Jesus, it just never ends. -sigh-
For some reason, I always start feeling like my stories suck after I’ve submitted them. I still think I capped out at my very first story. Ah well. Whatever. WHATEVER. Back to work.
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I spent approximately 15 hours doing homework today. I wrapped up my story around 3am. I am very tired. But at least I’ve accomplished something.
I’m going to go to bed now because I am sleepy and hungry. Sleeping will fix both of these problems.
I really like my story, I’ve decided. I’m not sure I’m wild about the ending, but I wrote it when it was really late, so I’ll try to smooth it out in the morning. We’ll see.
I think my Shakespeare paper sucks balls.
I’ve been watching The Pianist for an hour and a half. I’d like to finish, but it’s still got an hour and a half to go and I am not staying up until 5am. Especially for such a sad movie.
I feel like I’m rambling and not making any sense. I am going to go to bed now. Too many hours spent doing homework has made me strange.
[12:03pm]
I had one of the best and most comfortable sleeps that I have had in a long time. It was so awesome. Oh man.
Currently editing my story. Gonna get Tyler to read it over when he gets here. HAY HE’S HERE SPEAKING OF TYLER. Well I’ll update later.
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StudentAidBC finally updated their applications, so I’ve finally got my application information all ready to go (except for the funds in my bank account because I have to wait until I submit to figure out what it will be). Also, I’m not sure what constitutes a “full course load” for the summer term. I thought the maximum number of courses that you could take was two per term…? I’ll have to do some reasearch to figure it out. ‘Cause I can’t get a loan unless I have a 60% course load. Hopefully the Internet will tell me. I hate asking the office ladies questions.
Romantic Lit is so boring.
Hopefully I can write a large chunk of my essay tonight so that I can finish it early tomorrow and get started on my last creative writing submission… It’s due at midnight on Saturday. And we’re playing D&D around 6pm >.< D’oi.
Sitting here is really uncomfortable.
Well that’s all I suppose.
[2:30pm]
SHIT. They cancelled the Anthropology course I was going to take this summer! I need three courses in order to get a loan. I have two. If it really gets down to the wire, I suppose I’ll have to register in Greek anyway.
[2:50pm]
Alright, as long as none of the classes on my worklist are dropped, I’m good to go for my loan. My biomed ethics prof is John Pugsley. He seems to check out just fine on ratemyprofessor.com. Stephanie? Have you had him before? If so, how is he? My Greek prof (I had to take it after all) also checked out just fine (Jon Vickery) and my English prof is Shona Harrison, who I had last summer and she was awesome, so that’s awesome. Whee. English + Greek will be a good combination, I think. Nice course load. Biomed + English would have been much more difficult. I won’t be able to work too much my first term, but second term will be better. Also, this makes it a little better because since the loan is forcing me to take three classes, Dad can stop getting pissed off about me taking so many classes (since he wants me to work more). And it also puts me two classes ahead. Which means four classes per term ahoy next year.
I’m going to stop being pleased now, or else something will happen to fuck up everything I have worked out and then I’ll be miserable.
[4:47pm]
Tyler and I came up with an AWESOME storyline for my last submission. I wasn’t completely sure where I was going to go with it. But we came up with something just fabulous.
Also, LOL TYLER. I looked up “gams” on Wordweb and it said “a herd of whales”. Totally not what we’re looking for. XD
[7:59pm]
Man forcing myself to stay signed off MSN is hard. I signed off so I could buckle down and get some of my paper written. It’s working, I suppose. The house is being awfully conducive to writing today. It was quiet when I came home ’cause Mum and Lee were out, it’s been quiet since because people have stayed upstairs, and it’s quiet now ’cause Lee’s upstairs watching TV and my parents are out getting coffee. This is so awesome. God, I wish it was this quiet all the time. Imagine how much easier it would be for me to do my homework? Oh man.
Currently sitting at about 450 words. It’s a bit slow-going right now. I’m not sure why. Ah well. Hopefully I’ll pick it up soon. I want to get at least two single-spaced pages written by bed time. More would be grrrrreat!
[11:55pm]
The world exploded in a flurry of noise shortly after I updated about how quiet it was -.- I ended up having to go to my room. I hate doing things in my room. It’s so damn uncomfortable. Anyway. I reached my goal of writing half of my paper today (although I think I wrote a slight little smidgen more than half). Lengthwise, I’m halfway. Character/content wise, I’m a little more than halfway. I didn’t have as much to say about Goneril as I thought I did. And now that I think about it, I don’t think I have all that much to say about Hamlet, King Lear and Gloucester, either. Which is not good. I still need about a page and a third of single-spaced text. I was on a roll with Lady Macbeth and Ophelia that by the time I finished with them, I felt like my paper was going to be a decent amount longer than the minimum page limit for once, but now I don’t think it will be. I’ll make the minimum at least, I guess. I hope. Maybe some of those articles I grabbed have some hidden gems hidden away in them. There are two or three more that I haven’t looked at yet. Anyway… I don’t think I doubt my ability to finish it by midnight tomorrow. I just need to hunker down as soon as I get home tomorrow and get it done. It’s gotten easier now that I’ve kind of mentally (and physically) organized it. I think I got what I’m talking about all sorted out, at least. Kind of a slightly different spin from my prospectus, but that’s okay.
Anyway. I’m going to bed now. It’s late. I need to be up early. I don’t want to have to finish writing this with a headache tomorrow.
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Alright… well, I’ve officially rewritten my assignment five times. I think I’ve finally come to something I can hand in. Although, Thesen doesn’t seem to be one of those professors who will understand how I’ve interpreted the assignment… It was supposed to be: take some form of entertainment from when you were young (movie, TV show, video game, etc.) and describe the scene that meant most to you and how it made you feel, all in 500 words or less. While I did include parts where I stated how I felt (rather poetically, I suppose, because that’s just how I write), I expressed my feelings mostly in the way that I described the scene. How someone describes something generally shows their bias on the situation, which shows their feelings. So… in theory, the way that I describe it not only describes the scene as it was, but also how I perceived it, which should, in theory, present how it effected me. The problem with Thesen is that she’s a bit of a shallow reader at times (which is strange for a creative writing professor), especially when it comes to a genre that she’s not interested in (like fantasy or science fiction). It almost feels unfair when she critiques those genres (see her critique of Tyler’s Tra’dielle, which was an excellent piece, for an example of just how much she doesn’t get it). Anyway… normally, I wouldn’t care so much because it’s how I choose to express myself, but this assignment will be getting marks, so I care a little more than usual. I think it’s finally occurred to me why Kevin marked as he did in the summer. Sure, I generally received very high marks, as did some others, but I think he saw the pieces from our point of view and was willing to detach himself from any bias. I dunno. Musings musings.
Anyway… I’ll post it later after I mull it over some more. It’s kind of lame and stupid, but shut up. I like Ico. It was sad. D<
I need to start working on my Shakespeare paper tonight. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to make it to Danny’s t-shirt dying thing tonight. I was kind of looking forward to it. Alas, assignments that are due soon have priority.
I still can’t stop listening to “Winter Song”. I was distraught to find out this morning that I had forgotten to sync up my iPod after I got a hold of it, so I couldn’t listen to it on my way to the bus stop. Shame shame. I listened to other Sara Bareilles music instead, though. It held me over just fine. I loff her style. Her and Ingrid. They should sing together more often.
I’m very pleased that my Japanese lab today will be minimal work. I think we’re mostly just watching other people perform their oral projects. Sweet deal. :)
I played around with the format and placement of some of my widgets. -shrug- Random.
[11:42am]
Leila, the super awesome foofy hair girl, is awesome. Sarika is right, listening to her speak is like listening to Luna Lovegood. It’s so awesome. I’ve also decided that Morocco greetings are so much more awesome and sincere than ours. North America sucks sometime. :(
The best verb for “to write” ever (derived from Arabic): “atktbts” in Tamazight/Techlahit. Awesoooome. Languages are awesooooome. OH MAAAAN I wanna learn Arabic.
[5:18pm]
Took some pictures of the not-quite-bloomed flowers outside the front door. They are on Flickr. I love half-bloomed flowers. :)
[8:44pm]
I keep trying to write something here because it’s circling around in my head and I feel like I need to get it off my chest, but every time I try, I freeze up or just delete it all. So maybe I could just sum it up with: I wish I was that girl.
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bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon,
it rolls in from the sea.
My voice, a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
to carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love…
They say that things just cannot grow
beneath the winter snow,
or so I have been told.
They say we’re buried far,
just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
’cause you’re not where you belong:
inside my arms.
bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum bum bum
I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change
and life will find a way.
I’ll be your harvester of light
and send it out tonight
so we can start again.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
’cause you’re not where you belong:
inside my arms.
This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon
it rolls in from the sea.
My love a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light
to carry you to me.
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Songs like this really make me want to get into the music business.
I’ve lost all faith in my story writing ability. I’ve realized how… lame it is. Too bad. One more story and an assignment and some stuff for a portfolio and then I won’t have to subject the rest of the world to it anymore.
I’m feeling pretty mellow self-destructive today. Maybe I can self-destruct when I get home. I hope that when I do, my body explodes flora. That would be delightful.
[6:47pm]
We finally got a hold of Shane. Looks like he’s found an apartment (potentially) that he can move into. It’s a one bedroom that allows dogs, something like $600/mo with updated appliances and everything. It sounds pretty sweet. It’s down in Longmont, which is closer to his college, so that’s also good. The only trick is getting it all set up so he can move in as soon as possible. Apparently, Trece is coming down on April 1 or so with a “friend” (Shane seemed to hint that he could possibly be a new boyfriend) to collect her things from the house. He wants to go grab his stuff from the house before she does because he doesn’t trust her, which I totally understand. She seems to still be crazy and this guy she’s with seems really shifty. It’s kind of weird to think that she has a new boyfriend already. A little ridiculous, really. Anyway… it’s good to hear that he’s finally able to get his own place. He’ll probably end up grabbing his stuff regardless of whether or not he has the apartment in time and just store it at Miss Pat’s until he’s able to move in.
So… hurray for Shane. It’s too bad Trece is still crazy, though. The girl needs some serious help. Apparently she’s got another job over in Oklahoma. Good for her, I guess…? I donno, I don’t know what to think about her anymore.
Wew, family updates.
[11:53pm]
Just finished writing my second creative writing assignment. Had to rewrite it three times before I got it to something that was kind of okay. Not sure if I like it. Rereading it over and over right now won’t do me any good. I’ll look at it again tomorrow morning after some sleep. I’ll post it here when I’ve given up on editing it.
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Is making a new game for the PS3. Apparently, they’ve been working on this game since Shadow of the Colossus in 2005. It takes approximately four years or so to create a PS3 game. Well, it’s been almost four years… and they’ve been entirely hush hush about the game. All we know is that they’ve been making one. There is only one screenshot circulating on the Internet and it’s very uninformative, but still awesome. Anway, earlier this month, they confirmed that the game will finally be unveiled at E3 this year. I’M SO EFFING EXCITED HOLY CRAP. Holy craaaaaaaap. I can’t wait for a game by them. Especially for PS3. It’ll be so beeaauutiful. I have complete and utter faith in them. So… June 2-4. Will be waiting impatiently until then.
[8:47pm]
Sometimes I wish they would just divorce and end this fucking bullshit.
But that’s not all around good for anyone, either.
Also a little tired of being mocked for my availability. If you don’t like it, stop fucking inviting me.
[9:48pm]
Decided to finally change my theme. I’ve had this before, but I like it, and I’m in the mood for a dark theme again.
Been doing homework since I got home. Got my Jblog finished and all of my critiques. Just starting to read one of the two articles that we have to read for the Sociolinguistics discussion this week. I wish she didn’t pick such long articles. I also cannot read these stupid things critically. They’re too boring. Hopefully I can get this one done tonight and then I can tackle the other one during my break tomorrow morning and post my discussion. In theory, that frees up tomorrow evening to work on my creative writing assignment and maybe get a start on my Shakespeare essay.
I’m really tired. My head’s starting to hurt a little bit. You’d think I’d be used to having headaches every day by now.
[10:48pm]
I love this song. And this video. I would embed it, but they’ve turned off embedding.
<3
Filed under: General
Well… been working on my essay for two hours. All I’ve managed to get done is formatting the document and picking which three readings I’m going to be using. No research to do for this one, really… he wants us to use our brains to write it. Reading through A Vindication of the Rights of Woman (Wollstonecraft) took for fricking ever because it’s so long and so dry. By the end I was finding it very difficult to absorb what I was reading. I still don’t even know if I know what I’m going to talk about… I just defaulted to Women and Society because there’s usually always something to say about women in the 18th/19th centuries. It’s only eight pages… if I can just pump out eight pages… for a paper you’re unsure about, that’s a lot of pages. I’m thinking that if I don’t get it done tonight, or if I end up staying up really late to finish it, I might skip Shakespeare and Sociolinguistics tomorrow to get some sleep/finish it. I’ll have to come to school for 2, obviously, because that’s when my paper is due. And there are no late assignments in this class, you either get it done or get 0. Which is why I’m willing to skip my other classes to do it. Alas, I might be jumping the gun a bit here- who knows, I might manage to finish it at a relatively reasonable hour today. I’ll hope for the best. Part of me wants to skip my first two classes tomorrow anyway so I can drive to school for my last class. ‘Cause then I can park at the school since I’ll only be there for two hours. BUT I SHOULDN’T, BAD DAWN.
Guess I can take a lunch break for half an hour or something. I need to brainstorm. I have no clue what I’m going to do for a thesis. UUUGGGHHH INTRODUCTORY PARAGRAPHS.
[8:06pm]
K, 8pm and I only have 756 words, so… don’t expect to see me tomorrow, kids. Probably not coming to school until my last class so I can hand my essay in. Will probably pull a late nighter tonight to make sure I finish it; I’m not comfortable with leaving it for the morning. I’ve also got a headache coming on. That sucks a lot. And makes it way harder to write this paper. This is bad, though. Only 700 words and I’m running out of ideas. I need 2500.
Just… Christ on a bike. Rah. >.<
[2:15am]
DONE. Too bad Sarika informed me that our Shakespeare essay is due this Friday and not next Monday like I thought. Speaking of due dates, I need to make a list, I’m starting to forget things.
- Japanese blog (due midnight tomorrow)
- Japanese oral project (April 1)
- Japanese listening quiz in a week or two
- Critiques (March 24)
- More critiques… some… other time…
- CRAP I forgot to add my CRWR assignment… (March 26… WHAT THAT’S THREE DAYS)
- Last story submission (March 28, midnight)
- Shakespeare essay (March 27)
- Sociolinguistics essay (April 8)
- CRAP I forgot discussions… (March 25)
- Read Obediah
- Kill myself in the face with a saw
