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The last few days have been a whirl-- mostly because there's been little sleep, but still. And good things came of it! I made better grades this semester than I have since my sophomore year, if ever. It was shocking. (I'm pretty sure someone fudged, somewhere, because there was a certain two-question final that I KNOW I couldn't have earned more than 70 points for. Two rock-bottom D's and an A do not a B- make.) I totally choked on half of my Russian Politics exam, even though we had over ten questions to choose from-- we had to pick two, and out of all of those questions, the only chunk I was completely familiar with was electoral politics, and we could only do one question from each section. It blew, especially because the whole foreign policy lecture was still fresh in my mind and yet I'd managed to forget every single concrete example he'd given. Uagh. I turned in my revised paper, though (two extra pages in thirty minutes, sources and all, GO ME) and Crowther launches back into the German Cannibal story again. That, and his request for email in the future, absolutely made my day. I get to hash out Japanese electoral politics with an expert, YES!
On Tuesday I actually overslept, and there's no telling when I would have woken up if not for the phone ringing at 8:10. Good thing it was a telemarketer (although, WTF? This is a campus number, after all) because he got an earful of four-letter words once I woke up enough to realize what had happened. Turned out not to matter, because I snuck in and set up my print on the sly, and then melted into the back of the giant group in the studio-- the prof never noticed I was late. Four hours of standing there, pretending to take all those projects seriously (just like their makers were pretending to present them seriously, we're all very aware that our IS course is a load of horseshit)-- if she hadn't let us break for coffee, I don't know how any of us would have managed to keep standing.
Then it was lunch, shower, lug two bags of books to the library, drop off Barton's exam, and head to Graham-- no Crowther, alas, but I went to Tate Street and sold back the last of my books. Nobody wanted White's Russian Politics text, so I'm keeping it because it's actually readable, not just a collection of lofty essays and dry textbook catagories. (And it doesn't weigh forty pounds, like the other one did.) Got Mel's poster laminated, and paid off balance on said library books. I was about ready to drop when I got back, but I had so many calls to make I couldn't take a nap. E and T took me out to dinner (Japanese steakhouse, yum), and then I slept on their couch until it was time for ROTK.
Tonight Dave and I went to Wild Magnolia for dinner. I'm going to miss their mixed drinks a lot-- the Zombie is my favorite, because it's all fruit juice and vodka and mixers, but it packs a punch. Mmmm. Damn, now I'm thirsty. And oh hell, iTunes just hit on 'In The House Of Stone And Light', which has been my ROTK song since the very first time I heard it (in what, middle school? Fifth grade?) and now it's threatening to really screw with my emotions. I better go.
Jamie, your birthday reminded me that it's time for my holiday layout-- and that it's been two years. Two years! I'll make one tonight, maybe... and archive this tomorrow, when I get home from graduation. See y'all on the other side.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAMIE! :)
(I almost missed it! So much for writing it down...eheh.)
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ROTK spoilers in the worst way.
It's really, finally over... dunno when that will sink in. Right now I'm taking my battered, fuzzy paperback copy of the book to bed with me and thumbing through the last couple of chapters, until my imagination calms enough for me to sleep. It's all because of the end, the very end, and I knew it would do this... it's almost hard to breathe.
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I've got so much to remember, I can't even put together a coherent summary of the last few days. Thus, highlights:
Party at the Bartons' on Thursday turned out to be ME, singular. I got there at six-thirty (after fleeing from the library basement and plague books) and nobody else had showed! Which was sad, because our class was cool and everyone had seemed excited about coming. But I stayed and then Mel showed up, and we hung out for a while, ate homemade cookies, and played with their dog. I love their house. :D And they are so, so nice. *wibbles*
Saturday. Laundry. Nuff said.
This morning I had to get up early so I could hang out with Michael, otherwise I'd have slept till one. Yikes. It was such fun! Music shared and movie watched, and lunch consumed. With cookies. Just so you know, Michael, your apartment is the coziest place on earth. I am envious.
Now to study here in the library until one, because they do in fact stay open later even though it's Sunday. (The online schedule lied...) I'm getting up at seven tomorrow, hahaha. Yes, I really am. I have to study some more and then I will attempt to drop by the design lab, all before work at 11. (Or at least listen to Melanie's radio show as I type up notes.)
I am so desperate to be FINISHED. I just have to live through tomorrow... just ONE DAY... *deep breath* Here goes everything.
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current music: crap radio
I DID IT! I wrote an entire research paper (complete with research notes) in four hours. Two of which were spent in the library basement with my laptop and a two-foot stack of books on the Black Death. There's a new tangent to my obsession, now: the permanent foci in Asia from which the plague spread. Cool. Also, finding more books that deal with plague in Russian history prior to 1600, because there ain't none in Greensboro.
Took Jeff's exam this morning, gave him back the book-- and proceeded to do NOTHING PRODUCTIVE for the rest of the afternoon. Work begins tomorrow, after I've had a full night of sleep.
I'm really, really going to miss New York Pizza. And every other food-serving establishment on Tate Street. And the way the halls in the Art department smell, especially right outside the darkroom.
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current music: T.M. Revolution, 'VITAL BURNER'
Well, I'm still behind work-wise, but today has been a nice day so far. I whipped out my ILO exam and turned it in, and got my paper back-- I got 88%. Hell yes. Crowther still hadn't read my paper, though, *cringe* so I went to work and chilled with my boss for an hour. Man, PC laptops are shit. PC laptops running XP Home are even more shit. We had three screwups within the first half-hour, and two of them were laptops less than a year old, both with hardware problems. Ugh. *Pets Hiko* Work only makes me appreciate my computer more and more.
I went to Addam's in search of paper to print my digital projects, and they were out of EVERYthing except vellum, acetate and bond paper. I had to buy two five-dollar sheets of bond paper, smaller than I needed, so if I don't find something better over the weekend for my independent study print I'll have to shrink it. I already had to shrink the D3 final, but it's large enough, so it turned out okay. The lady in the supply room acted all surprised when I asked her where all their paper was, and said 'we just didn't expect the run on paper-- the I-Arch students and the design students all had things due at once, and they cleaned us out!' Well, hello, it's the end of term, and we have three different computer-based core art curriculums. DUH. That just pissed me off-- they have no excuse not to know that we all have projects due in December. Some of us WORK there, for heaven's sake.
I hauled my paper and the rest back to Graham in the pouring rain, and camped outside Crowther's door. One of the other girls in our class was there to study, and we hung out in the hallway until he showed up. Some poor misguided soul had told me that we couldn't get free bluebooks at the bookstore anymore, and we realized at the last second that we needed some. So there we are, plotting to scrounge quarters and make another run to Tate Street, and Crowther comes walking in and gives us a dollar. XD (The not-free bluebooks were a lie, though, so he got it back in the end.) I went in to get my paper, and somehow he ends up telling me about the guy in Germany who recently was charged with cannibalism-- "His defense was that the other guy WANTED to be eaten!" And then he set to printing articles out for me, so I wouldn't have to pay for them. His computer had other ideas, alas, but it's the thought that counts. In short, I got a thumbs-up on the paper, a selection of titles to use for the final add-on bits, and some really weird-ass topics to look up in Google later. :D *hearts*
I think the reason I like the PSC department so much is that there's always someone /there/, hanging out or in their office, and everyone wants to know what's up with everyone else, and there are places to just hang out and study. Not like the art department, where you never know how to find your professors if they're not in their offices (and they are NEVER in their offices) and no one talks to anyone else, unless it's Gottsegen and he's come over to harrass you.
But my lame-ass poster is DONE and the crit's in two hours, and I've got things to do before then. And after. *Programs VCR to tape West Wing*
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I can't be still for one second, and at the same time I can sit and chew on the same train of thought for hours. I get bored incredibly easily, but there are things that I keep coming back to over and over, just because. I am the homebody who gives all others a run for their money, and yet I'm absolutely happy when I'm in transit, on the go, heading away to someplace new-- at home I'm always content. I gnash my teeth and mutter to myself when I think others are preaching at me, patronizing me, but I desperately want to be taken under someone's wing and advised. I am absolutely certain everything I do is terribly amateur and fumbling, and yet I'm just as certain that when it comes to my creative instincts, everything I have to say is valuable. I don't want to depend totally on anyone, and yet the more I learn about myself the more I realize I couldn't do any of the 'gutsy' things I do without knowing, absolutely, in the back of my mind that there will always be my family and my best friends waiting for me to return and settle in again.
Does this mean I'm inherently selfish and arrogant? I have no idea.
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current music: Pearl Jam, 'Better Man'
I've still got some work to do tonight, and then I have to go to BED at a DECENT HOUR. Because I've got to haul my exam across campus before I go to work at eleven, tomorrow morning. And check to see if Crowther's got my paper ready to throw back to me, so that I can attempt to make it suck a little less.
Last Sunday when I came back from home, Mel and I went to El Carreton for sopapillas and drinks (mostly because I was freakishly thirsty and wanted a nice place to sit and talk.) We were talking about classes as we walked across Tate Street, specifically Barton's, and guess who we saw in the window with his family as we walked up to the restaurant? It was crazy. Then the waiter sat us down right behind their booth, so we talked a bit (their daughter is unbelievably cute) before they left. Mel and I stayed a while longer, and when she asked for the check the waiter shook his head. We thought he was being cute, but then he said our professor had paid for it. (This was made doubly amusing by the fact that the reason Mel agreed to go with me at all was so that she could break a bill for some change. So much for that.)
See what I mean about my wonderful professors making me feel like scum? If they were hardasses about deadlines, they'd actually get my work on time... but I'm sure they've figured that out already. I can't quite believe that classes really are over. Forever. Crowther's class was my very last one, yesterday, since Melissa apparently went AWOL last night and no one showed in the lab anyway. It was pretty depressing, actually, now that it's sunk in. There's not really any professors to miss in the art department, since Coral was a visiting prof and Doren's gone-- and Gerhart will email sporadically if I update him, I'm sure. Melissa, too. So it's just my flings with HIS and PSC, leaving me wishing that I could stick around for another year or two and take a few classes (while living off campus though, dammit). I've pretty much exhausted what the art department's got, what with our dearth of real drawing instructors and lack of digital specialization. *shrugs* What I'm really going to miss is being able to talk to people who are actually /more/ enthusiastic about medieval history or the weird vagaries of Russian culture than I am, and can give me reading tips and point me in the right directions. I need intellectual mentors, I've discovered, to keep my brain on its toes.
*Sigh* But first, I need to finish this assignment. And call some people. Of course, now would be /exactly/ when my imagination decides to start jumping up and down, waving FFVII ideas about and hollering at me for attention. Kale and Vincent better stop whispering to each other; they're making me nervous.
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This is one of those things I'd never, ever even look at if I hadn't been A: surfing favorites pages and B: hooked in by teh snark.
I feel dirty just posting the link. But I'm still laughing. Really, really hard.
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current music: Akemi Satou, 'Itoushi hito no tame ni (slow version)'
I think I've had eight hours of sleep in the last three and a half days. Maybe only six. *blinks fuzzily* That Russian Politics paper turned out to be the HARDEST-to-organize that I've ever written. Plenty to write about, but damned if I could figure out how best to glue it all together, and that's not usually a problem. However, it was eleven pages and that's me cutting it /short/! *gasp* Distinct lack of B.S., for perhaps the first time ever. Damned long bibliography, too. Shoved it under his door this morning.
Now just Barton's paper to write this weekend, because Jeff was a saint, a saint I tell you, and gave us an extension on our paper AND nixed the essay on our final. This single act of mercy has resulted in a schedule for the next two weeks that is no longer in danger of murdering me and leaving my brainless corpse to shuffle off to commencement. I celebrated with beer and candy canes this afternoon. I can do this! I can do it with whole nights of sleep!
Going to Raleigh this weekend. Yes, the Middle English is coming with. At least it feels Christmas-y, somehow. I'm positive that's Mom's fault. Speaking of things that are Mom's fault, while looking for books on plague in Russian history I stumbled across one that actually covered the impact of the Black Death on the lives of British women. So naturally the one thing I wanted to research for Barton pops up too late in the game to use, while the tangent I thought I COULD dig up mountains on is nowhere to be found. I'll be gleaning my paper from the dregs of epidemiology texts and cursory mentions in sweeping overview-type books (the kind I despise when it comes to bubonic plague research because that's ALL THERE BLOODY IS, EVER, INCLUDE THE PRIMARY SOURCE MATERIAL OCCASIONALLY YOU SMUG BASTARDS) instead. The only really 100% pertinent text I've got came, surprise surprise, from Jeff's own bookshelves.
*insert sound of a plug being pulled* There goes the brain. Bed now.
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Found coolness, must share. :D Dance of Death's upcoming run, according to Sir Ian. Still the coolest play ever.
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current music: Mariah Carey, 'Someday' (good for frazzled nerves)
It's just what I ought to expect from myself by now-- I sign the contract, get everything mostly in order, and as I sit at my desk trying to direct my attention back to my reading, I'm hit by near-paralyzing fear and the requisite oh my god you IDIOT what have you gotten yourself into?! You are SO not cut out for this and it will end in misery-- which I manage to subdue with the argument that if I plan far enough ahead, I do know what's best for myself, and there was a point when I decided I could handle it. Needed, wanted to do it.
GodDAMNit, I hate PMS.
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It's snowing!!!
:D And we just saw Love Actually and drove home in it. There's white powder on everything and it's FREEZING cold. *bounces* I LOVE IT.
Now back to sorting through paperwork. While it snows. :D
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Okay, um, can any of you load the ficblog in your browsers? It's blank, here. oO;
Anyway. Damn, it's good to be home. Shopping with Mom, a new book, presents bought, and seeing friends. :) I'm still so full from Thanksgiving dinner that I doubt I'll eat lunch tomorrow. Now I'm off to see if I can cajole anyone into watching a movie with me. (We watched the extended Two Towers last night. Mmmm. And does anyone else think Faramir would make the perfect Remus Lupin?)
And I have to finish reading Fathers and Sons at some point. I think I've met my match in Russian literature... it bores me to tears.
Ooh, I think I'll make some tea.
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It's DONE! That horrible awful ILO paper has been turned in and I hope I never have to touch it again. Augh. I mean, I learned some pretty neat stuff about whaling and the IWC (and how nasty and two-faced Japan can be about the whole thing) but THANK GOD I'M THROUGH WITH IT.
And Awesome Professor (tm) was not only forgiving, he gave me three book titles that are bang-on my new research tangent. I have three papers to write in two weeks, but they're COOL papers and the research is far from a chore. Just have to remember, SKIM, not wade in headfirst and settle down for the afternoon. Oo;
Sooo... over Thanksgiving, it will be Russian Orthodoxy and Lenin, Norse and Middle English perceptions of the feminine, and the Black Death and historiography! I know that one cold!
Oh, and there's a couple of art projects in there somewhere too. Eheh.
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I tossed some links up on the LJ, to those craptastic CD covers I made. Pointless fun, yay. That's about the only 'fun' thing I've done all week, aside from ordering Chinese last night with my roommate (best shrimp lo mein EVER OMG) and gleefully wallowing in Sir Ian McKellen's webpage, where he's just added a new entry to his LOTR journal. I stumbled across the photo of him standing on the X-Men set, holding his PowerBook in one hand and vocalizing at it. Didn't realize it was possible to adore him even more. XD
Called AEON and told them yes, they may have my soul; paperwork to follow. Niigata, here I come! (BEACH.) As Amano-san so astutely reasoned in her e-mail, it's a long way from Nara but definitely closer than America. *grin* And I'm pretty sure there's a night train to Kyoto; at any rate, only six hours away. I forsee weekends in Kansai, yes? (Please please PLEASE.)
Since that lovely job-tangle took up three days of my already-behind research schedule, I've been glued to the books. Most of the Jackson Library is now stacked beside my bed. I don't want to think of how much of it is overdue, but the online renewal thing gave me the finger last time I tried it. It's only pocket change, they can HAVE the bloody things a week from Tuesday anyway. Shame I have to go so fast, because the Norse poetry is hilarious. And freaky-- didn't realize Tolkien pulled dwarf-names straight from the verses. Thorin, Durin, Bifur, Oakenshield... d00d. Forget universal archetypes and all that fancy crap-- look no further than Scandinavian and Welsh mythology for every last drop, names included. XD (I realize this is probably a complete 'duh' for most Tolkien fans-- what, you didn't believe me when I said I deliberately refrained from deconstructing or discussing the story? Wonder no more. I am THE insular fan.)
Back to reading... time for Russian Politics. Middle English makes my brain feel like spaghetti.
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Dude. AEON wants to hire me. And stick me in Niigata, which sounds like a helluva great place.
*cut for dance of joy*
Anybody got info to share? Niigata's close to Seto Island, and has some sweet beaches. Lookin' good to me. XD Now I just have to call them on Thursday and let them know my decision... and think up any burning questions to ask before then.
*wibblesqueak*
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What a nice weekend. Shame it was only two days. We went to my aunt's house and I spent nearly a whole day enjoying the absence of noise, and sleeping soundly in a room that didn't feel like a hothouse. Got to eat great food, too. Country ham and biscuits and grits, and green beans and cobbler. I think we managed to stay up and watch those DVDs out of sheer force of will... thanks, Sephie, for allowing my enjoyment of Smallville to complete its descent into the utterly ridiculous. XD
Now is certainly a strange time to wish I saw my friends more often. I cannot wait to be able to allow my brain to decompress, in the hope that it will make me less of a moody, sentimental stressball. Argh.
I think I can handle the ILO paper now. If only I can organize all those damned Lexis Nexis articles... but I'll worry about that after tomorrow, because my draft for Crowther's still not done, dammit.
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Have I said just how much I adore my Russian Politics professor? Because I do, oh so very much. It's just not fair, for someone I have only a formal acquaintance with to be this understanding and nice to me. It makes me feel like scum. (He offers us a second midterm to help our grades, then tells me to turn in my rough draft whenever I can, not to worry.) Love him to bits, though. Barton, too. What am I going to do without my academic mentors?
Sometimes I'm really, really sorry I don't love history enough to pursue a degree in it. How else will I get to meet professors this cool? All I want is a couple of people I can talk shop with. Feed my inner geek. Without having to do so much work that it ceases to be fun. *sigh*
So really, I just need the time and the money to get back to cramming books into every spare hour. Mmm.
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I was actually listening to that song when I read your entry. O_O *Shrugs* Well, now we've got some Duran Duran in the FFVII iTunes playlist....
Started to throw fic at ficblog. Stopped when I realized one of the OCs has a name I've apparently spelled two different ways. Then said OC started getting ideas. Hmph. Not THIS late in the semester, buddy. Keep it to yourself 'till Christmas.
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Hey, Mom:
Since you don't get a Harry Potter movie this year for your birthday, here's the next best thing.
:D~ *has been watching repeatedly, drooling over Snape* ...And where the HELL is Lupin in that thing?!
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Finally. It took me this long to realize that the explanation for my misery really is simple: Not enough art time. I'm frustrated and upset because the project I just finished could have been really, really awesome, but instead is a crappy little pile of Wacom sketches lined up in Premier with a straight-out music clip underneath it. No special effects, nothing. All because I didn't have /time/, and I'm so mentally exhausted that I honestly couldn't think of anything better. This is my major; I ought to have time for it, dammit. Even if the assignments are on the slack side, it's being able to spend hours futzing around with them that counts. Not only that, but I am desperately missing the presence of fellow students who are actually willing to discuss art. I don't have time to talk to anyone here, and no one seems interested anyway. I don't get to hang out in the studio, looking at other people's work and lazily contemplating my own. I don't get to draw just because I feel like it; I'm too bloody exhausted to even /read/ anymore. I need a break, and then I need grad school. And a few new friends wouldn't hurt, either. It's kind of hard to talk shop to myself, and not much fun either.
And I've missed half of West Wing. >_<
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What do you get when you cross Hisaya Nakajo's (shit, I typed 'Nakago' first) LOTR doodles with the Very Secret Diaries?
Lego, Son of Weenus.
That's all; I just wanted to share the wierd.
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I'm back and I have so much to do and I'm STARVING, so y'all are getting the quick-and-dirty version of the last few days. No elaboration to follow unless someone provokes me. XD
Train ride was long, but pretty. Muchly improved by the presence of 'Forces' in the MD player, thanks to the otouto. Hotel was lovely, and spacious and polite... and Harry Potter movies were waiting on HBO for me! I have yet to discover a better brain-relaxer than HP. Sunday AM, ordered room service and practiced lesson plan, and was shocked at how /adult/ I look in my new suit. Rock. Went to interview, which was long and dull, but went well. Walked back through Georgetown residental streets, enjoying the fantabulous architecture and the fall leaves on the cobblestones. Wished I could have gone to college in D.C. Got dinner and changed into PJs, vegged out and fell asleep at nine.
Woke up just in time to get ready for personal interview Monday, caught a cab and proceeded to be nervous and wobbly for most of said interview. Think I did well, however, and was done just in time to rush back to hotel and change before checking out and waiting for cousin to pick me up. *Squee* She offered to keep my stuff for me and dropped me off at the National Gallery of Art, where I got lunch and spent the next four joyous hours boring holes into the exhibits of French genre painting and 17th/18th century printmaking. Watteau! Fragonard! Boucher! It was such incredible fun. Next to Sargent, Boucher and his contemporaries are some of my favorite painters; enjoyment was tripled thanks to the fact that Gantt's class enabled me to read most of the painting subjects accurately. A brief fling was had in the Impressionist gallery, but the shouting children and tourists, who were never taught that museums are closer to libraries in etiquette than football stadiums, drove me out of the Monet room. Didn't make it to the Water Lilies room, dammitall. But, been there once, it's cool. I'm more bothered by the fact that I'm pretty sure I missed some Sargent paintings. ARGH. Stumbled across some kickass medieval religous art, and the prize of the day was a goblet attributed to be property of Abbot Suger, St. Denis, with the casing and ornamentation dating to 11th c, and the cup itself dating to 1st or 2nd c. B.C. DUDE. 'S probably the oldest thing in that building next to the classical sculpture and Roman mosaics.
Dashed to gift shop and treated self to little book of Sargent drawings, since the only other book on him was 75 bucks. Better than nothing! Seems to be tradition that I don't leave the NGA till they kick everyone out at five. Didn't realize how close I was to Union Station, so wasted money on taxi but then had time to poke in gift shops before meeting cousin for dinner. It was great! Wish I could have spent more time there, but had to catch train to leave. Train was delayed and I swear someone in our car lit up a cigarette at least twice. I couldn't stop sneezing. It was effing LOUD, too. Miss night buses, because people know better than to yell into their cell phones or to their conversation partner on the night bus. They turn off the lights, too, and then I could have seen the moon out the window. Meh.
Got back, got cab, dumped stuff on floor, said goodnight to roomie and crawled into bed. The End.
Now I'm going to eat and draw and hopefully read a bit of class stuff. DC was gorgeous! Full of construction (I'm beginning to feel like the entire WORLD is undergoing renovation) and inhabited by Dubya, but still gorgeous. I'm such a dorky West Wing fangirl. XD Yay me.
Okay, 98.7 The Point is constantly advertising their contest to send someone to see Evanescence in Tokyo, and it's weirding me out. 'Japan?! WTF?!' Uagh.
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It is 80 degrees in our room, and has been for nearly three days. Yes, the window is open. So is the door. There is also incredibly loud construction going on ten feet away from said window, which starts at eight every morning and lasts until five, and usually makes the whole building shake. The upshot being, it is HOT in here, and so damn loud that I haven't been able to take a nap all week, not to mention we're hardly able to sleep at night either. I haven't been able to get much work done because I can't concentrate, and the digital lab is just as hot as our dorm. I don't know what I'm going to do about all the things that are due on Wednesday. I was so tired yesterday afternoon all I could do was cry, because it was so loud and we couldn't even close the window. I still have a bitch of a headache. But at least I got a decent night's sleep, thanks to T & E letting me crash on their couch, and my lesson plan is ready to be typed up. Thank God.
Somehow, with every passing day I find it harder and harder to believe that I am actually paying thousands of dollars to be this miserable.
But I'm leaving tomorrow morning, and you have no idea how much I'm hoping that hotel room in D.C. is as nice as they advertised. With a bathtub. A giant bathtub.
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current music: Ken Hirai, 'She Is!'
Wow. My brain likes to take the visual style of whatever show/movie/thing I've just finished watching, and superimpose it over every single story I read, until I watch something else or fall asleep. Tonight I was treated to HP fic done in FLCL animation. *twitch* It sure makes for interesting Marauder facial expressions.
I got two books in the campus bookstore today for $13. Both hardcover. Both awesome. One not for me. Also put Panther on Hiko. Now shisho's prettier than ever. And the language/character interface update... SO COOL OMG. Eat my socks, Windows, there is no way in /hell/ you have a character palette this badass.
Have I mentioned, I adore The West Wing? So very, very much. *_*
Oh, and made new layout-image-thingy. Most appropriate. Hopefully will be uploaded soon. (Yeah, I see you all not holding your breath. Bah.) Am still buried under SO MUCH WORK! Only one class tomorrow! ...Yay, extra library time for me.
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Okay, so, like, the PMS needs to end NOW.
In other news, my imagination has been skipping merrily through FF7 and refusing to actually /produce/ anything, although that didn't stop it going on a fic-reading binge. Which is quite backwards, since I've pretty much found and read everything worth reading in this fandom by now (if you think I haven't then for the love of Rufus SEND ME LINKS), and there's loads on my hard drive that needs tweaking and filling out. Some old crap has been tossed up, and there's a bit more waiting to be posted. Need to get to drawing, now.
I wish this hadn't been the one day everybody in the bloody building decided to do laundry. Usually Sundays are dead, but not today! I can't even do all of my loads-- I cobbled together a single one from all the stuff I needed clean the most, and now I'm waiting for the dryer to finish. Because clean underwear is a good thing.
It's really easy to waste inordinate amounts of time futzing around LiveJournal by searching all your listed interests and trying to find communities worth keeping an eye on. Sadly, all the GLAY/Jrock communities I found were dead or stupidly pretentious. Some were both. *sigh* I think once I get Photoshop up and running and have a bit more time on my hands (ha, ha) I'll see about getting mired in one of those icon communities-- yay for pointless fun. One more thing to toss up on my nonexistent webpage. Which WOULD exist, at least temporarily, if IRC weren't such a bunch of losers and I COULD ACTUALLY MANIPULATE MY UNIX ACCOUNT. I can log in, but I can't upload or alter any of the contents. How dumb is that, I ask? So much for improved user interface.
Time to unload laundry. Draw some, then sleep. And hope I live through tomorrow morning. O_O;
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current music: Michelle Branch, 'Something To Sleep To'
AUGH. I did it, finally-- train tickets booked, hotel reservations made! Thank heavens for the train, because the hotel... OUCH. But it will be nice to have a really cushy place to sleep for two nights. :D~
Now I've just got to figure out that lesson plan thingy... eep.
It's been freezing and rainy all day, which wouldn't have been so nasty if I'd had the presence of mind to collect my umbrella before I left for lunch. At least I had a big meal to keep me warm, even if it did mean I almost slept through history class... beer or no beer, big lunch = unconscious ED. The usual group (well, those of us that showed up) went to Old Town today for a change, and spent an hour and a half huddled over the bar, nursing drinks and giant sandwiches. It's a shame I never went last fall, because I really enjoyed it. I'll have to make a point of going now, anyway. I don't even think I'll be eating dinner, I'm still so full. But I've got plenty of reading to do and I caught WW early, so I can go to bed before midnight. Lots more to do tomorrow.
Please, please let this all go well....
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current music: FLCL on the tv
I got a giant envelope from AEON today. :D I'm going to the interview in D.C.! November 9th and 10th. Cross your fingers for me and here's hoping I can get a decent flight and a hotel close to the right block. ^_^;
I'm nervous as hell, but that goes without saying. I'm also INCREDIBLY GRATEFUL that I know so many people who can potentially give me advice on preparing a sample lesson plan. *hearts*
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Because of server craziness here on Pitas, stuff has been happening over on the LJ. Sucks, because most of it's stuff I'd really rather post here. Oh well. I feel for the admin, because stuff like this is really shitty to straighten out. >_<
And FLCL's back on Adult Swim! YES!!!
And I cannot wait till Thursday evening, when I will hop on over to El Carreton and have lots and lots of pina coladas with Melanie and whoever else shows up. :D Saturday, barbecue festival! Mmmmm, pork.
On with the studying, now.
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The otouto just sent me a link to the new Inu Yasha movie trailer. It's long. It's detailed.
IT'S CHOCK-FULL OF SESSHOUMARU KICKING ASS.
*tries very hard not to explode with happiness*
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current music: Fellowship of the Ring OST
Damn soundtrack, got me distracted... and here I thought instrumental music would be LESS bothersome than vocals while I worked. But I got to messing around on the official website, and then in the New Line webshop, and found the One Ring reproduction.
See, when I was younger (and still, sort of) I used to want a custom version of that ring... only in my mind it looked like the one in the Rankin/Bass Return of the King, you know, sort of like it had been inlaid with a band of carved ivory. Now I see this, and it's exactly the way it should look, it's /perfect/.... but it's not something I'd get to request, made just for me. (The point here, I think, isn't that it's the /only one/, but that it's custom-made, so to speak. Yes, I'm a selfish wench, don't ask for much, do I?) It's the strangest thing, sitting here and looking at that photo.
I mean, I used to /wish/ for stuff like this. o_o It's just... so damned weird! The only part I never imagined was that the rest of the world would be crazy about it, too. It's a strange feeling-- suddenly realizing that everyone else is staring at, and thinking about, what's been your favorite and most silent, private daydream since you were eight. It's an invasion of privacy, of sorts. Maybe that's why I don't have anything to do with the fandom.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming, Russian Politics in the 20th Century.
addendum: Enya has a lot to do with it too. We've had Enya albums in our house since I was six or seven, and somehow from the very beginning Enya went hand-in-hand with Tolkien. Probably started when Shepherd Moons came out and I saw 'Lothlorien' in the track listing, but still. Enya's music is something we've kept in the family, so to speak, and to make a long and tedious explanation short, it's just as much a part of the books as my mental images. I don't know if I'll ever buy the Two Towers soundtrack, because it actually felt less authentic to me for lack of Enya's voice. It was just background music (although the Rohirrim's theme was pretty damn cool).
Okay, I'm hungry and I'm shutting up now.
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GODDAMMIT. I was deleting multiple copies of today's first entry and Pitas decided to be fuckheaded and DELETE THEM ALL. So. Fun plague-book entry gone now. Goddammit.
I'm going to bed before anything worse happens.
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Conversation spawned by Thorne's mention of the rumored FFVII: Advent Children trailer (as usual, though, the weirdness is all us):
ED: *is still amused at Cloud having a deep voice*
...Thank you, and goodnight.
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Okay, so I lied... was reading Thorne's ficsnippets instead, and snickering to myself. Zack throwing pasta at the wall, and turning it into a game. It's so... Zack. XD I love it.
Class now. Damn, I'd rather fiddle with some lyrics. Always the way....
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I actually went and made a Good Omens playlist in iTunes this weekend. I'm so going to hell. (Well, it's not strictly a GO playlist... if it were, it would contain 'It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)'. Among other things.) But Sarah Brightman's 'harem' album just begged to be used for something like this, what with all the cliched references to the old Islamic world, etc etc who am I kidding I am such a dork. XD
Speaking of, though, the Evil Brain reasserted itself yesterday morning when I put 'It's A Beautiful Day' on, and was instantly assaulted by a compilation of mental vidclips from an ending to X that even I don't quite understand. @_o; But it was so awesome it actually made my teeth chatter. Quite the song for Kamui and Kakyou and Fuuma (and Subaru, of course). Pretty. Also, perversely leaves me wanting to finish the Nameless Humor Fic. Which is probably a good thing.
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I got shit DONE this weekend! :D
Now I have to do more still, before I can go to bed. Laundry and vacuuming and more reading, augh. I never even MADE it to the digital lab, I had so much reading to do. But I'll get things done in there tomorrow, because if I don't I'll be in trouble with the independent study work.
Michael was a saint and rescued me from blinding myself with African History yesterday by feeding me snickerdoodles. Mmmmm. And I got to see his apartment! I am now thoroughly envious, because it is lovely and so spacious. We watched Working Girl, because he'd never seen it before and I had to get my requisite viewing in for the year. (It's one of those movies I can watch forever and never get tired of... ah, 80's corporate chick flicks. How I love 'em.)
I started on my resume, too-- go me! I'm such an idiot, though, and quite mad at myself because AEON has their Atlanta interview session this week, and if I had gotten off my ass and done this four weeks ago, I could be preparing for a trip to Atlanta in a few days.... But. Nothing I can do about it now, anyway, and they're interviewing in D.C. in November, which isn't too bad. I just hope they call me in.
In regards to my idiotic quest for webspace: Does ANYone know of a place where I could get a few megs for under $20 a month? I hate to use a paying service at all right now, anyway, the whole reason being that I don't exactly have a steady income with a surplus to use on things like this. Not until after I graduate, anyway. And I really don't want to spend all this time uploading things and pagebuilding on my student webspace only to have to up and move it in three months. But I guess I don't have much of a choice, really. It just irritates me beyond belief.
The sky this weekend has been incredible-- I even saw a rainbow yesterday, and I haven't seen clouds like that since I flew out of Osaka last year. Seriously. Every kind of cloud imaginable in one view, and sky so blue it hurts to look at it. The clouds today were bright and every shade imaginable, tattered and shredded and the sunlight was so clear. I hope it's this nice tomorrow.
Now, off to do more of that reading.
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So, I finished the rough draft this morning. ROUGH draft. Very rough. But a page and a half longer than I'd thought it would be, which is great because that means I won't have to make shit up the second time around. XD
Now I am going to read a book until it's time for work. A recreational book, dammit.
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Just finished watching The West Wing season premiere. :D~ Now, of course, cannot WAIT until next Wednesday... because damn.
Something ridiculous occured to me last night: I could always upload webcrap to a Yahoo! web directory. I have an ID already... and all I need is a place to chuck the images until I get webspace of my own. >_< Why didn't I think of this much, much sooner? Because Yahoo! gives me a rash, is probably why, but still.
I think I'll go do that now. This lack of image-ness is bugging the hell out of me anyway.
Um... maybe I better go type my paper, first. Yeah.
Edit: AAAAAARGH. I should know better than to try shit like this on a whim. (Also, was dumbass and forgot about Tripod's little 'image hosted by' stunt.) >_< I'd go ahead and use my student webspace, but the whole problem is that it will only be available for about four more months. *dies* I'm really going to work on that paper now.
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...I really, really despise our library's online database and its search engine. The keywords SUCK. (As in, there aren't nearly enough of them.) But, despite the sucking, I had moderate success this time around and am now heading off to check out the material I've managed to locate. Here's hoping they don't want my soul in return for the government documents.
Saw Underworld last night. It was good. *shrugs* It didn't rock my world, but I hadn't expected it to. I HAD expected it to be really disappointing, and for my brain to get bored and start remaking the movie on its own about fifteen minutes in, but I actually paid attention to the whole thing. And mostly liked it. It could have done with a bit more color-- I know it mostly takes place at night, in the rain, but in the interest of visual interest, a bit more light and detail wouldn't have hurt. I felt like I should have been squinting, trying to make out what was in all the dark corners. (Although, that might have been the point!) And historical/mythological accuracy aside, I'm really tired of the whole 'snooty vampire/dirty uncouth werewolf' thing. Just once, it would be nice to see a story where that /didn't/ define the setting or the characters.
XD That said, there was an Anime Battle Device(tm) in the end! Same with Equilibrium, which we watched afterwards... it was just strange. Cool, but strange. And EW.
NOW, I'm off to the library.
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Bad, naughty ED! Why the hell am I still awake?!
I will post my answers to the fabulous Isabel's questions, and then attempt to remedy the situation.
1) How did you and Melanie meet?
I actually had to think about that one for a second; it's hard to remember life without Mel around! We were in the same class together in the fall of 2000-- Japanese culture. I was a lot less obvious-fangirl then than I am now, and Mel was a lot more. (IMHO... *hides*) ::Grins:: I remember being fascinated by the sheer amount of STUFF she had... and her bounciness.
2) You're in Japan and you have a bottomless wallet, you lucky bitch. What cds would you be buying? And whose concert would you go see?
< fangirl > OMG GLAY, they are so hot, TAKURO RULEZ!!!!! < /fangirl > *cough* Um, same for the CDs. Though I'd add some Chihiro Onitsuka and every bit of Hyde and Do As Infinity that I don't already own.
But seriously... I love GLAY. I've even developed a sort of fondness for Hisashi's ridiculous hair (because let's face it, he'd look even stranger with a normal style).
3) Fanfic. All writers like to talk about what and why they write what they do. Surely you're the same? Tell us something about it, be it your policy, who you're hoping reads it, etc. (Think of this as a freebie question with a fanfic theme. >D)
Wow, if you'd given me that a year ago, I'd have written PAGES. XD Now I'm just a self-absorbed weirdo; my fic is the equivalent of talking to myself because I don't care who does or doesn't read it. Probably that's why I've kinda forgotten about my FF.net account.... Everything I've ever written is a WIP, except for one or two ancient drabbles I can't remember, on some archive or other. I write mostly dialogue because that's how stories happen in my head. (So many voices... XD ) I'd love to get a decent Slayers fic off the ground, but my style of humor refuses to mesh with the series or the characters. It tries to compensate by hurling OCs at them. Hasn't stopped me from making attempts on Rezo and Zelgadiss. God, they're fun to mess with.
I suck at writing romance. Or rather, detailing it. I'm a huge fan of indirect characterization. (No, really. If you want to earn my undying adoration, write an entire story without making a single direct or omniscient statement about any of the characters' personalities.) One of these days something Inu Yasha-related is going to smack me upside the head; it's only a matter of time.
The given, of course, is that the FFVII AU is always running in the back of my imagination, like one of those little spybots you don't realize is on your hard drive, until it explodes in a messy shower of pop-up ads and you yell and try futilely to make them go away, and then you have to reboot. (Only it's a bit more enjoyable than that, sometimes. The rebooting's getting kinda old, though.)
...Damn, that was really long anyway. Oh well, like I said, me talking to myself.
4) I've been rather surprised at how little you use emoticons in your entries; how do you feel about them? Which is your favorite? >D
XD You mean you can't tell? XD Eh, I use :D a lot too. That's about it, unless you get me on IM, in which case you better watch out for the ;p !
5) Which are more annoying-- anime/fanfic newbies or computer-illiterate people?
COMPUTER-ILLITERATES. Trust me, they're not even in the same league. o_o;
*****
Yes, now for bed.
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Ooooh, I feel much better now. Gave in to my REALLY lazy side (as opposed to my normal lazy side) and have the laptop up on the bed, recsurfing. :D~ I found something good. Bright With His Splendor is another of Daegaer's Good Omens fics, but one I hadn't seen before... and it ate an hour of my day, and it was SO AMAZING. Gorgeous and, well, wow. My imagination is sore.
It'll be kinda hard to top that, so I'm off to get some dinner and do my homework. Mmmm.
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Okay, so, equilibrium has been more or less restored... I still want to apply to RIT so badly I'm drooling, but I /do/ know myself well enough to realize that if I don't get back to Japan ASAP, I'll hate myself. I'll hate myself even more if I never make it to grad school, but that's only if a good job /doesn't/ come first... and in Japan, who knows? (Presuming I actually DO improve my language skills, that is.) This is one of those things where I want to tell myself hey, you have the rest of your life to pursue this, and my evil, hateful brain can't HELP but shoot back 'How the hell do you know that?'
DIE, BRAIN.
*ahem* Also a great improver of moods, The Conscience of the King was updated (actually, it's been up there about a month, but I'd given up looking for quite some time, and was rewarded for my patience. So to speak.) More pointless ruminating on that stuffed into the ficblog.
I did so much work today even /I/ don't believe it. And I've still got to churn out a teensy crummy little essay for Barton. Then Inu Yasha, then bed. Have I mentioned how glad I am that I get to watch Inu Yasha before I fall asleep most nights? :D Yeah. Fluffy makes EVERYthing better.
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My laptop's name is Hiko. I was being silly when I networked the computers, and now it's just sort of stuck... it's kind of funny, really, because if either of them should be named Hiko I'd think it would be the G3-- it's hulking and immovable and I love it to pieces. But even so, the laptop is Hiko. Hiko attracts dust like a magnet (better than, actually), and as I was brushing off the top I remembered: Naini's desk, in her dorm room in the joushidai, always had her laptop in the middle and it was covered with a folded cloth when it was shut. It seemed like such a Japanese thing to do, somehow. I have a furoshiki I bought in Kyoto last year, one of the gleeful 'I'm buying omiyage for ME now, dammit' purchases I made. It's midnight blue and covered with a grass motif and rabbits, and a large yellow moon. I was going to hang it from my desk, but now it covers the laptop, folded in half and draped over the sides. It's perfect. And somehow it makes me feel content, to see it sitting there quietly underneath its own little blanket. Still with that weird echo of Japanese feeling, but I like it. It makes Hiko happy.
This is one of those things where I know I could say what I mean in nihongo, but can't string the words together quite right.
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Update: Couldn't resist-- Thorne's layout absolutely cracked me up. The milk carton faces /made/ it. XD As for the Weiss analogy... ow. Pretty damn accurate.
Have fun! May the mosquitoes be less plentiful than they are here, and may the cicadas be pleasantly melodic (as opposed to Loud Enough To Wake The Dead).
Honking big update over on the ficblog (well, relatively big...). I have my wordprocessing files at my fingertips once more! I can type up all the messy scribbles I accumulated in England! (I'm not even exaggerating, which is the weird part-- I filled up an entire single-subject notebook with disjointed snippets, ramblings, and lyrics.) Rock.
Sesshoumaru fixation back in force. Must hold off on rabid fanpage plundering until Friday at the least. Will compensate by piddling with icons and much usage of the word 'fluffy.' :D~
And the new Big O episodes actually crack me up. Whooda thunk it? I think my favorite quirk is the way Dorothy's piano-playing bothers the hell out of Roger. God, that made me laugh.
...FLUFFY!
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Things accomplished this weekend:
1) Squealed joyfully over new computer.
And now I'm screwing around online, because I think tomorrow morning I need to reformat this computer. *sigh* Don't want to, but it'll be less confusing than trying to disentangle all the unnecessary crap by hand, so to speak. Which means I have to get up in eight hours. Time to sign off and read a bit.
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Saw Margaret Cho last night on campus. (As in, she actually did a show here. Shock and amazement, something COOL came to UNC-G!) She was awesome, and we had a great time. Mel and I went to the Indian restaurant on Tate Street afterwards, because I was starving, and we had the best samosa EVER. Then we went to coffee bar, and it was nice. Which was nice. XD
And of /course/ the only thing that could have improved upon the evening was Sesshoumaru. Fluffy makes everything better! And there will be more on Monday! *Eeees*
(Sephie, I think this is rather on-par with your Tom Riddle thing. Taking on a life of its own, and all that.... It's just so evil and FLUFFY.)
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Geh, I have so much to doooooo... but I get to blow it all off and go home this weekend, shwee! Just like I did last weekend, too. XD Movies and drinking and video games, oh my. But this weekend I'll be camped in front of the computer, because my laptop came (!!!!!) and I get to reformat my G3 and put all its contents on my new hard drive. :D~ I gave the Big Mac some love on Sunday and spent most of the afternoon making icons in Photoshop. It was ridiculously fun; I can't wait to use them/give them to my friends. (Yes Mel, that means you.)
I think I've finally gotten the topics for all my various and sundry papers figured out... except for Women in the Middle Ages, but that's not due for a while and I'm gonna bend and twist like crazy so I can incorporate the plague somehow. XD For Int'l Law and Organization, we have international environmental law and the manner in which it is treated and observed; for Russian Politics we have propaganda in Communist Russia and the political rationale behind it (and its relation to iconography); for Russian history I shall do my best to tackle the Eastern Orthodox Church in some fashion (hopefully at the very beginning); and in African history we haven't even had a discussion that complicated, so I'm not bothering to think about that paper yet. Ancient Egypt would, of course, be awesome.
Must run to the ResNet desk now and pick up virus removal CD, version 5. =_= What a waste of plastic, I haven't even had time to USE the previous three incarnations. Want to find the little fuckers who made these viruses (virii?) and worms and THROTTLE THEM. Even better, make them use Windows for the rest of their lives. Windows ME. Yeah. On a Gateway. The bastards.
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Whoever came here looking for Maguanac slash: Let me know if you find anything good, kay? XD
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Okay, so if Yahoo! really did decide to prohibit direct linking to hosted files on the Groups pages, how come the crappy little pixellated Hojo shot still loads on the ficblog? Not to complain, you know, but... I'd rather see Kenshin-goodness than Hojo's ugly mug. This is such a silly thing, it can't /help/ but piss me off.
Feh.
update: Nevermind, now it's not loading either. Ah, crumbs.
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Sephie: that's why I think it's wrong
ED: LOL
Sephie: I have never ever ever imagined him having a deep voice
ED: he'd be done by a woman, I bet
ED: like Megumi Ogata
Sephie: (i never imagined seph having a voice from n'sync either though)
Sephie: but that wasn't japan
ED: oh god... what if Gackt does the voice
Sephie: 'and cloud strife will be voiced by julie andrews'
ED: the hills are alive with the sound of mako
ED: except not
Sephie: oh this is wrong
ED: ROTFLMAO
Sephie: yeah, the hills are dead
ED: ::cries laughing::
ED: I could take it further but I won't
Sephie: this will be transcribed on my next away message, you realize
ED: well in that case.... the Von Trapp children will be played by LOTS OF CLONES
Sephie: don't you start the jenova crap
ED: lots of little clones... very repetitive but what can you do?
ED: oh YES
ED: which Jenova crap? there's lots
Sephie: namely the clones
Sephie: that's more like village of the damned
ED: And Vincent is the father....
ED: poor bereaved man...
Sephie: okay we will STOP there
ED: I'm going to hell
ED: I'm alughing tooo hard to type straight
Sephie: I've noticed
ED: oh I'm just getting started!
ED: and the ShinRa chase them out of the City of the Ancients at the end, after Aeris leads them in an inspiring musical number
ED: *DIES*
ED: ...that was almost too easy.
Sephie: yes, she does
Sephie: die
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2) Sucked all personal files, etc onto said computer's HD.
3) Watched The Order with Mom (somewhat muddled reactions, but overall good movie, says ED)
4) Set up desktop Mac in living room. :)
5) Whooped joyfully upon discovering that BBC Radio One is now available on iTunes
6) Watched .hack//SIGN, wishing it was the last episode again instead (but get to see it all in order now, yay!)
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