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bloodygranuaileOnly one more final. Only one. Then am free and do not have to study any more.
*looks at studying paraphernalia and kicks it* I don't like studying. I am distinctly not good at it because I do not ever actually study for anything. However, my dear lady mother is insisting.
Good thing, too, 'cos I've forgotten much stuff and need it back in my head.
But now my dear lady mother is not here, so I am "writing"--meaning editing and transferring stuff from handwritten to Word without actually writing anything new, and looking at Playing With Fire and going "This needs to be totally and completely redone, more redone than the last time I redid it...", whilst spending more time doing other things like typing this and IMing people (but not as many people as I'd like... many many peoples is not online... only two is...bah). Erm. Yeah. So. Am writing. *snerk*
Eddy got the slides... whee... slides of me and Moody in the Catholic graveyard. They're really pretty. I is very muchly happy that got to see them.
*sigh* Today, grammar has deteriorated into vaguely Chinese sentence structure. Blame reading Amy Tan for English final. Thinking much more easy when not use unnecessary grammar structure. Please not tell PPC I say that... still know should not be done in writing unless writing talk of Chinese immigrant. *Can* speak properly. Finished French final (117 questions and written letter) v. v. easy with much time to spare. Have simply spent all effort to think properly doing math work that did not understand first time around. *SIGH* *does not think properly for being in that class where stuff is taught very wrong way for brain*
Have been attempting not to think about people leaving as that will depress me. But it hangs in the back of my mind and I attempt to drown it with ice cream, which is probably a fairly bad idea.
D'you know what's way more effort than it's worth? Poking through the lyrics to eight albums looking for the lyrics to twelve songs you don't know the titles of, and that you don't know the lyrics to which is why you're looking, because the person who sings them screeches them in a German accent. Should go find out titles before attempting to search out lyrics again.
Dr. Travlos gave my lady mother a yearbook and she did not want it to she gave it to me; I am v. v. happy...
Am being reminded that have not looked at anything related to Ancient Egypt in months. This is doubleplusungood. I am now missing my Egyptian research... the Egyptians were so wonderfully strange. In love with death; their death is how we know most of the things we do, 'cos they'd build their houses--even palaces--out of mudbrick that washed away in the river, only temples and tombs were made to be permanent. And they'd write really random things on walls... everything from their life stories to religious myths to porn... and the writing system is *crazy*; it was meant more for prettiness than to actually communicate, so they'd write letters twice to fill in space, and have all these symbols standing for combinations of sounds and genres of words and things just so it'd look pretty... oh, and it's damn hard to draw properly sometimes... but it sounds really spiffy.
Oh...
Squee...
Goth AW picture.
*drool*
Alright, I'm admitting I have nothing of substance to say and signing off.
-Claudia, pretending to be fangirly.
*looks at studying paraphernalia and kicks it* I don't like studying. I am distinctly not good at it because I do not ever actually study for anything. However, my dear lady mother is insisting.
Good thing, too, 'cos I've forgotten much stuff and need it back in my head.
But now my dear lady mother is not here, so I am "writing"--meaning editing and transferring stuff from handwritten to Word without actually writing anything new, and looking at Playing With Fire and going "This needs to be totally and completely redone, more redone than the last time I redid it...", whilst spending more time doing other things like typing this and IMing people (but not as many people as I'd like... many many peoples is not online... only two is...bah). Erm. Yeah. So. Am writing. *snerk*
Eddy got the slides... whee... slides of me and Moody in the Catholic graveyard. They're really pretty. I is very muchly happy that got to see them.
*sigh* Today, grammar has deteriorated into vaguely Chinese sentence structure. Blame reading Amy Tan for English final. Thinking much more easy when not use unnecessary grammar structure. Please not tell PPC I say that... still know should not be done in writing unless writing talk of Chinese immigrant. *Can* speak properly. Finished French final (117 questions and written letter) v. v. easy with much time to spare. Have simply spent all effort to think properly doing math work that did not understand first time around. *SIGH* *does not think properly for being in that class where stuff is taught very wrong way for brain*
Have been attempting not to think about people leaving as that will depress me. But it hangs in the back of my mind and I attempt to drown it with ice cream, which is probably a fairly bad idea.
D'you know what's way more effort than it's worth? Poking through the lyrics to eight albums looking for the lyrics to twelve songs you don't know the titles of, and that you don't know the lyrics to which is why you're looking, because the person who sings them screeches them in a German accent. Should go find out titles before attempting to search out lyrics again.
Dr. Travlos gave my lady mother a yearbook and she did not want it to she gave it to me; I am v. v. happy...
Am being reminded that have not looked at anything related to Ancient Egypt in months. This is doubleplusungood. I am now missing my Egyptian research... the Egyptians were so wonderfully strange. In love with death; their death is how we know most of the things we do, 'cos they'd build their houses--even palaces--out of mudbrick that washed away in the river, only temples and tombs were made to be permanent. And they'd write really random things on walls... everything from their life stories to religious myths to porn... and the writing system is *crazy*; it was meant more for prettiness than to actually communicate, so they'd write letters twice to fill in space, and have all these symbols standing for combinations of sounds and genres of words and things just so it'd look pretty... oh, and it's damn hard to draw properly sometimes... but it sounds really spiffy.
Oh...
Squee...
Goth AW picture.
*drool*
Alright, I'm admitting I have nothing of substance to say and signing off.
-Claudia, pretending to be fangirly.
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Track List
Date: 2003-06-19 07:44 am (UTC)2. Another Holy War
3. Age of False Innocence
4. Path of Glory
5. Mr. Sandman
6. Wait for an Answer
7. Battlefield
8. Lord of the Rings
9. Imaginations from the Other Side
10. Mordred's Song
11. Bard's Song (in the forest)
12. Don't Talk to Strangers
13. Fiddler on the Green
14. And Then There Was Silence