Dated: 9:56 AM, Nov. 30th, 2005
Location: Miller Hall 3rd floor lounge
My roommate is still sleeping. She has received a laptop so that I will no longer be kept awake by the keys clicking when she stays up till 2 AM to work on a paper. I am very grateful.
What else has been happening within the past few days? Well, we've had our first wintry rain here. Not a shower, but a full-out icy rain that caught me coming and going to math, that was fun right up until the point where my fingers went from numb to distinctively-and-unforgiveably-painful. But such as it is--it's usually fun up to the point it becomes painful. I have given up biking to my 6-8 PM classes when it's raining, partially because of my nightvision (or my lack thereof), and partially because of a few people who insist on going clockwise at the counter-clockwise round-abouts. My bike skids in very interesting ways when I brake on wet ground. Overall, I think walking across the campus after dark is still safer.
Over the Thanksgiving break a few pictures involving plastic swords and a toy turkey have appeared in our floor lounge, courtesy of the few students who remained here. However, despite of the occasionally psychotic, if artistic shots, I'm still led to believe that floor three is, comparatively, very sane indeed. Yesterday while working on my play (first draft finished, by the way) I heard this very loud THUD and felt the floor shake. It originated from the floor below mine. After waiting a moment or two with no further THUDs and nothing collapsing, I'd dismissed it as one of the mysterious floor-2 rituals and went back to my work. It's a case of adaptation, I think, because it cannot be faith on the relative sanity of my fellow Miller-dwellers and human architectures.
We had a lecture on the creation of religion yesterday. Currently, with the temperature 10-20 degrees below what it was the previous week, most of us here have developed the habit of worshipping the heating system. It's very simple--short prayers of thanks, rubbing of the hands, nose, and ears, and no sacrifices except, possibly, on the evaporation of dampness.
No one mourned the dampness. It departs unmourned for.
Further thoughts on the developments of culture here in future entries, at the instruction of the instructor, amen.
[edit 11:28]
Almost forgot--photos from Thanksgiving have been uploaded under my yahoo account, both under the "yearbook 05-06" and the "random" albums.
20051130
20051126
Recap: Among the crowds
Valleyfair mall after Thanksgiving always held an uncanny amount of people. I almost forgot how many, but I got a reminder yesterday. Very sharp reminder.
Around 47500 words now. Whoa.
And somewhere around Soniya's anti-pigeon sentiments, Victoria's beaver shirt, Christine's koala Darth Vader III dreams, Anna's "OMG-school's going-to-start-for-me-soon" panics and Kate's losing battle with the bottom of her pants I thought that well, insanity really CAN become a long lasting tradition.
And we're not talking about asylums here either.
[edit 20:17]
Have finished NaNoWriMo story with around 51 thousand words!
Yay! Utterly and ridiculously proud of myself for having finished self-induced misery.
I am going to do three things that I promised I'd do somewhere while I was in the middle of this:
1. stop all non-academic writing for three days, which means tomorrow, Monday, and Tuesday I won't be working on any writing projects. Including this journal, which won't be updated, just so you know.
2. lock away my story and not look at it for an entire month. I need it, trust me, I do. It's possibly brain-damaging.
3. spend an hour lying down somewhere with earphone blasting music into my ears at a loudness that prohibits any thoughts. I deserve this.
Done! I'm done, I tell you!
Utterly ridiculous, yes.
Around 47500 words now. Whoa.
And somewhere around Soniya's anti-pigeon sentiments, Victoria's beaver shirt, Christine's koala Darth Vader III dreams, Anna's "OMG-school's going-to-start-for-me-soon" panics and Kate's losing battle with the bottom of her pants I thought that well, insanity really CAN become a long lasting tradition.
And we're not talking about asylums here either.
[edit 20:17]
Have finished NaNoWriMo story with around 51 thousand words!
Yay! Utterly and ridiculously proud of myself for having finished self-induced misery.
I am going to do three things that I promised I'd do somewhere while I was in the middle of this:
1. stop all non-academic writing for three days, which means tomorrow, Monday, and Tuesday I won't be working on any writing projects. Including this journal, which won't be updated, just so you know.
2. lock away my story and not look at it for an entire month. I need it, trust me, I do. It's possibly brain-damaging.
3. spend an hour lying down somewhere with earphone blasting music into my ears at a loudness that prohibits any thoughts. I deserve this.
Done! I'm done, I tell you!
Utterly ridiculous, yes.
20051125
Recap: Rain
It rained last night. Very interesting.
NaNoWriMo word count: 43925 of 50000. I am going to make it. Delirious with joy. Or just delirious at this stage, very hard to tell.
Insanity 'R Us, remember that? Good 'o times, yes.
Still no sign of final's proj partner. Panicking slightly? Think I should be? Or should I officially give up on the idea of anyone besides me taking academics so seriously even during the holidays?
Well, that's a rhetorical questin. Yes it is.
Maybe more later. An official 'recap' such as I haven't done for a while. We'll see.
NaNoWriMo word count: 43925 of 50000. I am going to make it. Delirious with joy. Or just delirious at this stage, very hard to tell.
Insanity 'R Us, remember that? Good 'o times, yes.
Still no sign of final's proj partner. Panicking slightly? Think I should be? Or should I officially give up on the idea of anyone besides me taking academics so seriously even during the holidays?
Well, that's a rhetorical questin. Yes it is.
Maybe more later. An official 'recap' such as I haven't done for a while. We'll see.
20051124
Recap: Blue skies and food
Journal update per usual while waiting for my partner to show up. Have waited 1 1/2 hours and, of course, she never did show up. C'est la vie. I shall quietly panic to myself now.
Slept for 11 hours, enjoyed sleeping so much that I almost feel guilty about it. Maybe more things later, but out for now.
Slept for 11 hours, enjoyed sleeping so much that I almost feel guilty about it. Maybe more things later, but out for now.
20051123
Recap: Speed v.s. Time
Getting there. More stuff. Blog sadly abused now but can't say I didn't see this coming.
20051122
Creative Ventures: Veritas
I am not insane, nor did I pull this entire thing out of my head. This is based on the Greek Apocalypse of Ezrah (or translated Esdras), you can find the link to it here. This part is based on the 1st chapter (my not-online version has it in chapters). There'll be more chapters. I literally can't get it out of my head, so here's the beta when I should be doing something else, such as math.
Chapter 1
Kyrie eleison, animabus famulorum
famularumque tuarum remissionem
cunctorum tribue peccatorum.
[translated: Lord have mercy, grant to the souls of Thy servants departed the remission of all their sins.]
Plead for mercy, for the mysteries
Which Man may never understand,
For the glory and grace, once granted, lost.
A plea from the human heart,
An angelic shadow cast upon
The light from the windows;
A plea, after moon dances its cycles
Of longing for purity, seeking
Truth. A wish granted, but
The question unanswered.
Higher: one step up, to be raised
Above those children of light. Looking
Down upon the Gehenna of fire praying
For those who have strayed, unknowing;
Praying for mercy and compassion, hoping
That one may suffer as much as many—
As a boon once granted, now given, again.
Righteous: eat the knifed fruit given
Only in paradise, the glass-embedded
Promise, glittering. Better to consume and
Continue to pray that the world may
Not yet end for those who have refused
This uncompromising dish. Pray, and give up
That which cannot be stolen in prayers.
Requiem aeternam dona eis.
[Eternal rest give unto them.]
If there is no rest to be granted,
No pacifying of anger, no reprieve…
Why then, is life so freely given?
Unless, in bestial innocence we find
A sanctuary from judgment.
Unless the perception of sin can seek
Other understandings than those of flames.
Animabus famulorum, famularumque tuarum
remissionem cunctorum tribue peccatorum.
Amen.
[repeat: grant to the souls of Thy servants departed the remission of all their sins. Amen]
Chapter 1
Kyrie eleison, animabus famulorum
famularumque tuarum remissionem
cunctorum tribue peccatorum.
[translated: Lord have mercy, grant to the souls of Thy servants departed the remission of all their sins.]
Plead for mercy, for the mysteries
Which Man may never understand,
For the glory and grace, once granted, lost.
A plea from the human heart,
An angelic shadow cast upon
The light from the windows;
A plea, after moon dances its cycles
Of longing for purity, seeking
Truth. A wish granted, but
The question unanswered.
Higher: one step up, to be raised
Above those children of light. Looking
Down upon the Gehenna of fire praying
For those who have strayed, unknowing;
Praying for mercy and compassion, hoping
That one may suffer as much as many—
As a boon once granted, now given, again.
Righteous: eat the knifed fruit given
Only in paradise, the glass-embedded
Promise, glittering. Better to consume and
Continue to pray that the world may
Not yet end for those who have refused
This uncompromising dish. Pray, and give up
That which cannot be stolen in prayers.
Requiem aeternam dona eis.
[Eternal rest give unto them.]
If there is no rest to be granted,
No pacifying of anger, no reprieve…
Why then, is life so freely given?
Unless, in bestial innocence we find
A sanctuary from judgment.
Unless the perception of sin can seek
Other understandings than those of flames.
Animabus famulorum, famularumque tuarum
remissionem cunctorum tribue peccatorum.
Amen.
[repeat: grant to the souls of Thy servants departed the remission of all their sins. Amen]
Recap: Untitled
Will be busy much of today & tomorrow and trying to finish homework so I can do more than doing homework this weekend.
Over and out.
Over and out.
20051121
Non Sequitor: Photos as a result of guilt
Isn't our green house nice?
This is what I meant when I said on weekends, the centre of the campus is like a park with too many bikes.
Look! It's a big pitcher-plant!
This is the guy I mentioned, playing guitar and singing in the lounge the other night. I was told his name is "David."
Prof. Mechling from this morning reminded me (unintentionally) that I've taken quite a few pictures last week that I have yet to upload. So here are a few. For the rest they're in my yahoo account (yearbook 05-06 and random), because, as you can see, I do take the pictures of many things. Some of the older IS pictures got uploaded there too.
Recap: Untitled
With all due respect, having breakfast with a professor at 7am is a heck of a way to start a week.
Discussions with the Frosh Doc project, looking for folklore traits and traditions and analyzations and such. Will not start now. NaNoWriMo ends in...9 days? (!!!!!) Maybe then. Meanwhile, just let me mention, as a reminder to myself to divulge in it later, that people from 4th floor have been building forts with bed-posts and attacking people with bananas and socks.
Third floor seems so much more sane when compared to that. Most of the people who run screaming through our corridors are not actually from our floor.
Two side to every story. This is the opposite of the honors students, the "THWACK" with the plastic spoon and the "You're dead!" followed by giggles.
Discussions with the Frosh Doc project, looking for folklore traits and traditions and analyzations and such. Will not start now. NaNoWriMo ends in...9 days? (!!!!!) Maybe then. Meanwhile, just let me mention, as a reminder to myself to divulge in it later, that people from 4th floor have been building forts with bed-posts and attacking people with bananas and socks.
Third floor seems so much more sane when compared to that. Most of the people who run screaming through our corridors are not actually from our floor.
Two side to every story. This is the opposite of the honors students, the "THWACK" with the plastic spoon and the "You're dead!" followed by giggles.
20051120
Recap: Carpe Diem
...only if you've really good grip.
Stuff!
Maybe more later if I feel like like. If not, then no.
Stuff!
Maybe more later if I feel like like. If not, then no.
20051119
Recap: Atomos
"Here, then, is the problem which we present to you, stark and dreadful and inescapable: shall we put an end to the human race or shall mankind renounce war? We appeal, as human beings to human beings; remember your humanity, and forget the rest. If youc an do so, the way lies open to a new paradise; if you cannot, there lies before you teh risk of universal death." - as taken from "a document which most of the inventors of H-bomb signed" and then sent to all world powers.
Rest assured that there are intelligent people in the scientific community, Mr. Lindsey. Hypocracy has never fueled a logical argument.
Meanwhile, my list of to-read books continue to grow. Visited local library yesterday and can reduce list by one sometimes next week. (Yes, it really is that pathetic.) Three pages of bad fiction and ten pages of co-written play and some forty page left to read for now(out of original of about two hundred). Feel v. accomplished.
More quote for your amusement:
Souls Of All the People Persecuted On Behalf of God: Holy, faithful Master, how much longer will you wait before you pass sentence and take vengeance for our death on the inhabitants of the earth?
Michael: [He points at Gabriel.] He is the one you seek, for he is the Messenger of your faithful Master.
Gabriel: [Aside to Michael.] Thanks, O brave defender of God... [He looks at the souls.] O, my holy ones, my little crumpets--you must wait longer! [Aside] The roll is not yet complete thanks to Jacques over at the office. [To the souls] Your fellow peers, servants and brothers have not yet perished in the necessary struggle! But here, whilst you wait, take these robes, for they are soft and comfortable, and for a time and two times and half a time they will keep you in faith! Have patience!
Gabriel sounds British by accident (not mine either!) so that's MY new source of amusement today.
[edit 11:30] Taken from NY Times
- QUOTATION OF THE DAY -
"You guys are pathetic."
- MARTIN MEEHAN, a House Democrat, in an argument with Republicans
over Iraq policy.
Rest assured that there are intelligent people in the scientific community, Mr. Lindsey. Hypocracy has never fueled a logical argument.
Meanwhile, my list of to-read books continue to grow. Visited local library yesterday and can reduce list by one sometimes next week. (Yes, it really is that pathetic.) Three pages of bad fiction and ten pages of co-written play and some forty page left to read for now(out of original of about two hundred). Feel v. accomplished.
More quote for your amusement:
Souls Of All the People Persecuted On Behalf of God: Holy, faithful Master, how much longer will you wait before you pass sentence and take vengeance for our death on the inhabitants of the earth?
Michael: [He points at Gabriel.] He is the one you seek, for he is the Messenger of your faithful Master.
Gabriel: [Aside to Michael.] Thanks, O brave defender of God... [He looks at the souls.] O, my holy ones, my little crumpets--you must wait longer! [Aside] The roll is not yet complete thanks to Jacques over at the office. [To the souls] Your fellow peers, servants and brothers have not yet perished in the necessary struggle! But here, whilst you wait, take these robes, for they are soft and comfortable, and for a time and two times and half a time they will keep you in faith! Have patience!
Gabriel sounds British by accident (not mine either!) so that's MY new source of amusement today.
[edit 11:30] Taken from NY Times
- QUOTATION OF THE DAY -
"You guys are pathetic."
- MARTIN MEEHAN, a House Democrat, in an argument with Republicans
over Iraq policy.
20051118
Non Sequitro: Requiem
Will die laughing soon. Have worked on final project (i.e. apocalyptic play) with Amara; are doing Book of Revelation spoof in style copied from Ros. & Guil Are Dead, from the view point of two archangels.
I.e.--Michael and Gabriel, because those two names are apparently the most well-known and famous, esp. when associated with end day.
Astronomically entertaining to do. Gabe is addicted to Graham crackers. Am doing Michael, commander angel, Amara's Gabriel, messenger angel. Do not pay attention to the UFOs, they are a work of the Devil.
I quoth:
Gabriel: Prada? No that's a hat company...
Michael: There's a reason why you're not a Representative on earth, Gabe
Gabriel: But I'd fit in well [he shakes the graham crackers]
Michael: [Dryly] Eating crackers in Disneyland
Gabriel: They just got some pretty amazing roller coasters. You should go sometime. Quite fun.
Amen.
I.e.--Michael and Gabriel, because those two names are apparently the most well-known and famous, esp. when associated with end day.
Astronomically entertaining to do. Gabe is addicted to Graham crackers. Am doing Michael, commander angel, Amara's Gabriel, messenger angel. Do not pay attention to the UFOs, they are a work of the Devil.
I quoth:
Gabriel: Prada? No that's a hat company...
Michael: There's a reason why you're not a Representative on earth, Gabe
Gabriel: But I'd fit in well [he shakes the graham crackers]
Michael: [Dryly] Eating crackers in Disneyland
Gabriel: They just got some pretty amazing roller coasters. You should go sometime. Quite fun.
Amen.
Recap: Summa cum laude
Happy Friday!
Two verses from last night (there were four, but I was interrupted after the first two and couldn't get the same feel again and didn't like the last two).
Silence has a music that few will ever hear
Emptiness is a place that's outside of your fears
Lives change, collide, moves on not like before
There's a better path to walk than the one traced in tears
Cold truth shatters without the comfort of lies
With no false promise of 'everything's alright'
Lives bleed, then mend, move on not like before
Under the stars lit for those who're lost in the night
Can't write prose so I'm stuck with my silly rhymes. Heh.
In response to the post in LUNATICS, I've actually seen my rabbit binkying (is that how you'd conjugate it?) before. I know it means that it's happy, just didn't know there's an actual word for it.
And honestly, I didn't know my rabbit was that acrobatic, to be able to jump that high while doing odd little half twists in the air.
I hope Sheppard's hair doesn't jump. But then, it ate Tokyo, so anything's possible I suppose.
It is official: my parents will be picking me up Wednesday night next week, right after my 6-8pm lecture which the teacher had send us a reminder about, because she's afraid we might not be coming, in which case a reminder would fulfill her purpose not at all.
Two verses from last night (there were four, but I was interrupted after the first two and couldn't get the same feel again and didn't like the last two).
Silence has a music that few will ever hear
Emptiness is a place that's outside of your fears
Lives change, collide, moves on not like before
There's a better path to walk than the one traced in tears
Cold truth shatters without the comfort of lies
With no false promise of 'everything's alright'
Lives bleed, then mend, move on not like before
Under the stars lit for those who're lost in the night
Can't write prose so I'm stuck with my silly rhymes. Heh.
In response to the post in LUNATICS, I've actually seen my rabbit binkying (is that how you'd conjugate it?) before. I know it means that it's happy, just didn't know there's an actual word for it.
And honestly, I didn't know my rabbit was that acrobatic, to be able to jump that high while doing odd little half twists in the air.
I hope Sheppard's hair doesn't jump. But then, it ate Tokyo, so anything's possible I suppose.
It is official: my parents will be picking me up Wednesday night next week, right after my 6-8pm lecture which the teacher had send us a reminder about, because she's afraid we might not be coming, in which case a reminder would fulfill her purpose not at all.
20051117
Recap: Two plums on a pear tree...
Class soon...possible things this weekend...Thanksgiving next week. Will update find time to make sketch for Lunatics tomorrow. Have to leave for class soon maybe more later?
[edit 12:29]
More time. Next week won't be as easy as I imagined, given the amount of reading that I suddenly realized I need to do as well as the sudden realization that our final project is due on December 1st and we technically have not started yet and it's past the halfway mark of November already. (Funny how happy I was about that 2 days ago, huh?)
Realizing that NaNoWriMo is sort of forcing my 'new' writing style to clunk together. There's no other word for it, it's clunking. Disorganized. Messy. Will probably spend the entire first week of December trying to realize exactly what I have now, in terms of style, so just a warning because I'll be testing myself in this blog and I haven't any idea how things will work out exactly.
I'll rely on faith that it will work out. Ha. Because of how strange I'm feeling about this.
[edit 12:29]
More time. Next week won't be as easy as I imagined, given the amount of reading that I suddenly realized I need to do as well as the sudden realization that our final project is due on December 1st and we technically have not started yet and it's past the halfway mark of November already. (Funny how happy I was about that 2 days ago, huh?)
Realizing that NaNoWriMo is sort of forcing my 'new' writing style to clunk together. There's no other word for it, it's clunking. Disorganized. Messy. Will probably spend the entire first week of December trying to realize exactly what I have now, in terms of style, so just a warning because I'll be testing myself in this blog and I haven't any idea how things will work out exactly.
I'll rely on faith that it will work out. Ha. Because of how strange I'm feeling about this.
20051116
Recap: A tree stuffed with owls
The sky this morning is very blue. It's the sort of blue you want to loose yourself in. I stared up at the sky like an idiot before getting on my bike, silently constructing the dimensions of the sky my head and wondering vaguely if fantasy has a separate category for skies.
Last night while doing homework I thought someone was playing their CD too loud, then after a moment of listening, decided that that can't be quite right either. There's abolutely NO background instrument in the sound of a guy and an acoustic guitar, and the sound is coming too loud, too close.
So I went out to the floor lounge and saw a guy sitting there with his guitar, playing and singing. I went right back to my room and got my camera and, despite the quality (or the lack thereof) took a picture which I will upload eventually, some day.
The musicians of Miller Hall.
Am doing p-series test now in math. Am doomed. There is no escaping it.
[edit 10:59]
Apparently AIM has launched its "bots". Remembering Anna's attempts to have a philosophical discussion with SmarterChild...was that freshman year?
Last night while doing homework I thought someone was playing their CD too loud, then after a moment of listening, decided that that can't be quite right either. There's abolutely NO background instrument in the sound of a guy and an acoustic guitar, and the sound is coming too loud, too close.
So I went out to the floor lounge and saw a guy sitting there with his guitar, playing and singing. I went right back to my room and got my camera and, despite the quality (or the lack thereof) took a picture which I will upload eventually, some day.
The musicians of Miller Hall.
Am doing p-series test now in math. Am doomed. There is no escaping it.
[edit 10:59]
Apparently AIM has launched its "bots". Remembering Anna's attempts to have a philosophical discussion with SmarterChild...was that freshman year?
20051115
Recap: Of peanut butter, iconic memory, and fishes
I thought I should mention that just last week the journal prompt of the IS program asked us to write a journal from the perspective of a FISH. Very interesting, this FISH perspective, because, you see, first of all, fishes don't generally form coherent thoughts and second of all, they can't type. I would've accepted it into a category of fantasy and be okay with it except we have to cite NY Times in our entry.
So yes, intelligent, typing fish who cites NY Times.
Note to Lucy- we have very good request systems. But even if that wasn't there, having someone else needing that book (both volumes) is really the lesser part of my worries. First and foremost is still finding the TIME to go through the entire, horric deal of it. Agh. Right.
Bright side though--Made it past the halfway mark for NaNoWriMo (26,536 words of 50,000) and I'm still there. Here. Wherever. Somewhere.
[edit 19:34]
For you, Lucy. Found in my apocalyptic reading:
"The Great White Lodge of Sirius has decreeded the Recall of the last to carry the authentic Ancestral Wisdom..."
And apparently the Great White Lodge of Sirius is the pantheon from the Theosophical doctrine. Whatever that means.
Sirius has a great white lodge. ..
So yes, intelligent, typing fish who cites NY Times.
Note to Lucy- we have very good request systems. But even if that wasn't there, having someone else needing that book (both volumes) is really the lesser part of my worries. First and foremost is still finding the TIME to go through the entire, horric deal of it. Agh. Right.
Bright side though--Made it past the halfway mark for NaNoWriMo (26,536 words of 50,000) and I'm still there. Here. Wherever. Somewhere.
[edit 19:34]
For you, Lucy. Found in my apocalyptic reading:
"The Great White Lodge of Sirius has decreeded the Recall of the last to carry the authentic Ancestral Wisdom..."
And apparently the Great White Lodge of Sirius is the pantheon from the Theosophical doctrine. Whatever that means.
Sirius has a great white lodge. ..
20051114
Recap: Lucky
Uncannily nice weather recently. I wonder if that's just here....
A test this week, and a quiz, and two papers due. Books to read, but that's a given because even if the teachers didn't assign anything I'd still have books to read. What is heartening is that next week should be relatively easy. If I don't count the dictionary-sized book on my desk.
Arg.
At least it's not due back till January.
Though my class ends in December, so that isn't even the limiting factor.
Sequences and series again in math. The horror the horror!
A test this week, and a quiz, and two papers due. Books to read, but that's a given because even if the teachers didn't assign anything I'd still have books to read. What is heartening is that next week should be relatively easy. If I don't count the dictionary-sized book on my desk.
Arg.
At least it's not due back till January.
Though my class ends in December, so that isn't even the limiting factor.
Sequences and series again in math. The horror the horror!
20051113
Recap: Endless practice
Project got postponed because partner was struggling with her midterms (engineering majors and their programming midterms, must be awful). Instead I supposed I should just start on the research part, and so, did, with the result that I have two books the same size as my Webster's Spanish-English dictionary sitting on my desk, both about Old Testament pseudephigrapha (a type of apocalyptic writing), and a slightly suicidal urge.
It's HUGE (bigger than the 5th hardcovered HP book, Lucy), and I am very much NOT inclined to read it.
Most other immediate homeworks are done though. NaNoWriMo still on track in terms of word count, but not much else. The story's stumbling. Okay, it's staggering and flopping about like a drunken bat. But the wordcount is still on track.
[edit 12:43] Have JUST realized that science says the world will end in ice, religion in fire. Go figure.
It's HUGE (bigger than the 5th hardcovered HP book, Lucy), and I am very much NOT inclined to read it.
Most other immediate homeworks are done though. NaNoWriMo still on track in terms of word count, but not much else. The story's stumbling. Okay, it's staggering and flopping about like a drunken bat. But the wordcount is still on track.
[edit 12:43] Have JUST realized that science says the world will end in ice, religion in fire. Go figure.
20051112
Recap: Sand and tea
Went to bed at 9pm yesterday and slept for 11 hours. Feeling excellent. It's currently 8:46am and once again I'm sitting in a lounge (first floor as costumary on Saturday mornings) while my laundry is being whirled around inside a room that is stuck permanently in the "springtime fresh" scent.
Have been up since 8:10ish. My excuse being that I still have a long day ahead?
Dorms can be strangely empty on long weekends, the DCs too. No lines at all. Extra chair areas sectioned off. Makes me think of the Christmas scenarios from Harry Potter with all the empty hallways and...oh...this is all your doing, Lusine, I blame you.
NaNoWriMo per usual, mostly done with rewrite, more reading was added, math, project. Happy weekending.
Have been up since 8:10ish. My excuse being that I still have a long day ahead?
Dorms can be strangely empty on long weekends, the DCs too. No lines at all. Extra chair areas sectioned off. Makes me think of the Christmas scenarios from Harry Potter with all the empty hallways and...oh...this is all your doing, Lusine, I blame you.
NaNoWriMo per usual, mostly done with rewrite, more reading was added, math, project. Happy weekending.
20051111
Non Sequitor: Green and Smelly
Have gone past half way mark for my readings and essay rewrite, am celebrating by taking a picture of the plant that I've acquired from plant bio, labeling the photo randomly in Photoshop, and sticking it here.
Am considering naming plant. It is basil and smells very nice. The first name that I thought of was "Crowley" but as there is already a laptop by that name I must think of something else. Zaphod momentarily appealed because of the weird branching at the head of the plant, then Zerubbabel (or Zerubbavel, depending on your translation) because I considered making fun of my apocalypse class. (Zerubbabel is the last known Davidic descendent and the Metatron supposidely spoke to him.) But that name is too long and so I think I'll revert back to something simple. Such as "Basil".
Suggestions?
Recap: Erk
Strange happenings before a long weekend. I ended up sleeping for about six hours. Roommate came about at 2-3ish in the morning, drunk, left again shortly afterwards and came back at 8am this morning. She's going home for the weekend, having either no unholy amount of work to tie her down at the moment, or, as is more likely, does not care about the unholy about of work which fortells some day in the future where she'll stumble back from the library at the wee hours of the morning. She lives very close too, that would help. It takes her 1/3 of the time it takes me to get home.
Essays, reading, reading, math (only if I actually feel like it), possible term project. Lovely day today. Was allergic to unknown substance in room but am all better now.
Essays, reading, reading, math (only if I actually feel like it), possible term project. Lovely day today. Was allergic to unknown substance in room but am all better now.
20051110
Recap: Interchangeable
Amara and I will be writing a play together, for our apocalypse class finals project.
We probably would have to start the research soon, because there is going to be a LOT of reading involved. More writing. Whee. I feel like I deserve an English minor just for the sheer AMOUNG of writing I'm doing even when I'm not enrolled in any English/Communication/Linguistics class (though, of course, enrolling in one of those classes'd probably help me loads with grammar...read over a paragraph of NoNo yesterday and am considering making an icon that says "My grammar is not weak, it is hoplessly cripples. / Funding for Grammar Rehab, please donate." Wonder how many would donate. Ha.) There's also been a change in my writing style. Very strange to be observing it when I am writing. Blame NaNo (even though it started before that).
[edit 14:27] Time for anothe re-write! Papers so far have all started out too theoretical & opinionated & therefore need to narrow down to facts. Plain facts, no assertions. Go figure.
We probably would have to start the research soon, because there is going to be a LOT of reading involved. More writing. Whee. I feel like I deserve an English minor just for the sheer AMOUNG of writing I'm doing even when I'm not enrolled in any English/Communication/Linguistics class (though, of course, enrolling in one of those classes'd probably help me loads with grammar...read over a paragraph of NoNo yesterday and am considering making an icon that says "My grammar is not weak, it is hoplessly cripples. / Funding for Grammar Rehab, please donate." Wonder how many would donate. Ha.) There's also been a change in my writing style. Very strange to be observing it when I am writing. Blame NaNo (even though it started before that).
[edit 14:27] Time for anothe re-write! Papers so far have all started out too theoretical & opinionated & therefore need to narrow down to facts. Plain facts, no assertions. Go figure.
20051109
Recap: Untitled
Math test this morning, actually, just now [am currently sitting in the library will I shall torture myself with NaNoWriMo until I finish] and you know how absolutely astounishing it is to finish a math test ON TIME? Very strange, this ON TIME thing, when applied to math tests. But you know what's even stranger? Finishing AHEAD OF TIME, with TWENTY MINUTES TO SPARE. Frightening concept as means that have either done well or horribly badly on test. TWENTY MINUTES! Holy stars, that's far, far, too much time. For an one hour class. Deeply unsettling. Had eight minutes left still after checking over test.
Well, pardon me; I am living in "the 321st century and there's a lot on my mind." (Reference to WEST WING, for all my non-obsessives readers out there. Hem.)
Current time, 9:00 sharp.Standard Pacific Time. Beep.
[edit 10:18] I think, Lucy, that they'd pick the term 'small dog' because there're people who'd assume that a small dog is still bigger than a large roden (unless we're talking about those giant rats the size of men from the PRINCESS BRIDE. Those don't count. Mutant animals don't count.)
Well, pardon me; I am living in "the 321st century and there's a lot on my mind." (Reference to WEST WING, for all my non-obsessives readers out there. Hem.)
Current time, 9:00 sharp.Standard Pacific Time. Beep.
[edit 10:18] I think, Lucy, that they'd pick the term 'small dog' because there're people who'd assume that a small dog is still bigger than a large roden (unless we're talking about those giant rats the size of men from the PRINCESS BRIDE. Those don't count. Mutant animals don't count.)
20051108
Recap: Untitled
Roommate eventually went to sleep at sometimes past two. Alarm clock (for her class, went off at 6:30). I slept in between. But I got stuff done for all that last night. Yay.
Meanwhile have noticed large crowd of birds here abouts, especially when leaving for dinner at 5:30-6:00ish time. Large amounts of either crows/ravens/magpies (really can't tell but looks creepy anyway, wheeling about in large circles. )
Oh and I got this in the NaNo email. Quoting this part because it's funny:
"As you move from the spring wood of Week One into the trying climate of Week Two, one or all of the following are likely to happen:
1) The fun, good-time feel of the first week will evaporate.
2) You will decide that your book is a miserable failure, that you are a creative fraud, and that novels are best left to novelists.
3) You will put 1 and 2 together, and decide to cut your losses and drop out now while the getting is good and the fall TV season is still relatively new.
I cycle through these feelings every year I participate in NaNoWriMo, and I have two words for anyone who finds themselves falling into a similar Week Two funk:
Cresta run.
Yep. The greatest toboggan run in the world is just one week away. Make it through the grumpiness and self-doubt of Week Two, and you'll be rewarded with renewed energy and an eerily improved outlook on your novel. Work diligently through this, the hardest week of NaNoWriMo, and you'll see the tangled mess of your story begin to unknot, and your book begin to soar.
I know it's hard to believe. But look at all the work you've done already. You have characters! You have settings! Your manuscript has grown large enough to injure a small dog!"
My manuscript has grown large enough to injure a small dog.
Meanwhile have noticed large crowd of birds here abouts, especially when leaving for dinner at 5:30-6:00ish time. Large amounts of either crows/ravens/magpies (really can't tell but looks creepy anyway, wheeling about in large circles. )
Oh and I got this in the NaNo email. Quoting this part because it's funny:
"As you move from the spring wood of Week One into the trying climate of Week Two, one or all of the following are likely to happen:
1) The fun, good-time feel of the first week will evaporate.
2) You will decide that your book is a miserable failure, that you are a creative fraud, and that novels are best left to novelists.
3) You will put 1 and 2 together, and decide to cut your losses and drop out now while the getting is good and the fall TV season is still relatively new.
I cycle through these feelings every year I participate in NaNoWriMo, and I have two words for anyone who finds themselves falling into a similar Week Two funk:
Cresta run.
Yep. The greatest toboggan run in the world is just one week away. Make it through the grumpiness and self-doubt of Week Two, and you'll be rewarded with renewed energy and an eerily improved outlook on your novel. Work diligently through this, the hardest week of NaNoWriMo, and you'll see the tangled mess of your story begin to unknot, and your book begin to soar.
I know it's hard to believe. But look at all the work you've done already. You have characters! You have settings! Your manuscript has grown large enough to injure a small dog!"
My manuscript has grown large enough to injure a small dog.
20051107
Recap: Half a time
Morning. Rain. Drizzle actually. Lots of typing in the library. More typing in the lounge. Spent time sketching and seriously considering whether to turn the story in LUNATICS into a Shoebox Project format because drawing seems to be so much easier for me now (even drawing guys!) it's unbelievable.
One week now. Keep thinking of Christine's "NaNoWriMo eats my soul", except have established that it's other people's soul that she'd been feeding it. Very diabolical, that Christine. Heh.
Ugh. More essay re-writes. It must be Monday again.
[edit 11:19] Might I just emphasize that FIVE drafts for one essay is TOO MANY? Because it is, and it's only a midterm, not my Thesis.
One week now. Keep thinking of Christine's "NaNoWriMo eats my soul", except have established that it's other people's soul that she'd been feeding it. Very diabolical, that Christine. Heh.
Ugh. More essay re-writes. It must be Monday again.
[edit 11:19] Might I just emphasize that FIVE drafts for one essay is TOO MANY? Because it is, and it's only a midterm, not my Thesis.
20051106
Recap: Another week
Slept until eight this morning. Yes, aaaaallll the way until eight despite of the twice-going off of the alarm clock. Am improving. Am fairly certain have spent far too long scrunched up in front of laptop and books already as creaking is something that should be happening at a much later age.
Math test again. Oh joy.
[edit 12:12] Random- resorting to desktop background to keep my spirit up already. Hem hem.
20051105
Recap: Untitled
It is 7:46 in the morning, I've done laundry, had breakfast, am working on NaNoWriMo, and I have something else to blame besides myself for this apparent bout of insanity. My roommate's alarm clock went off FOUR times consecutively, 5 minutes apart this morning, at the end of which I was left wide awake and she went back to sleep. Erp. I suppose that DOES mean I'm to blame after all, if we're going by comparason.
I tried, but it's a hopeless case, you see. Hope has long deserted eons and eons ago.
Only me and the janitors in the lounge. Everyone else's still asleep. Am typing on Wordpad as lounges have no wireless internet access and am not going to go into room and disturb roommate by unplugging my CAT5 cable (they're trying to get wireless in our dorms but it hasn't happened yet). Now the janitors are leaving.
Happy Saturday to you all.
[edit: 10:12]
Am posting now. Roommate still asleep. Been doing math. V. not normal.
I tried, but it's a hopeless case, you see. Hope has long deserted eons and eons ago.
Only me and the janitors in the lounge. Everyone else's still asleep. Am typing on Wordpad as lounges have no wireless internet access and am not going to go into room and disturb roommate by unplugging my CAT5 cable (they're trying to get wireless in our dorms but it hasn't happened yet). Now the janitors are leaving.
Happy Saturday to you all.
[edit: 10:12]
Am posting now. Roommate still asleep. Been doing math. V. not normal.
20051104
Recap: Haring
Haring Hall, since the begining of the school year, has its temperature (it seems, permanently) fixed at five degrees above normal. Stepping into Haring Hall makes me feel like a thawing, previously frozen potato. Now, if you've ever thawed a frozen potato, or have lived somewhere that involves potatos freezing in the winter, you know how that goes: limp, useless, and somewhat disgusting. It's not a particularly helpful state to be in for a math class at 8 in the morning.
I have nothing against chickens. They're just chickens.
[edit 20:47] Karaoke night. Unbelievable, is the word.
I have nothing against chickens. They're just chickens.
[edit 20:47] Karaoke night. Unbelievable, is the word.
20051103
Recap: Untitled
I am unnecesarrily sore from wielding a hoe, from yesterday's lab. Weeding by hand is so much more therapeutic, though I'll grant that chopping down stuff agressively does have its plus in anger management.
Let's see...have an uncanny amount of reading and writing to do. Classes today, then more writing and/or reading. Have pushed math homework till Saturday again which probably wouldn't be too good of an idea since I have test next week, had I any choice in the matter. Oh well.
At least it's not Wednesday anymore.
P.S. Get well soon, Lucy?
[edit: 17:30]
Mice can sing. Article from NY Times this Tuesday, found link to sound today. You can hear it here.
(links directly to .mp3 file)
Let's see...have an uncanny amount of reading and writing to do. Classes today, then more writing and/or reading. Have pushed math homework till Saturday again which probably wouldn't be too good of an idea since I have test next week, had I any choice in the matter. Oh well.
At least it's not Wednesday anymore.
P.S. Get well soon, Lucy?
[edit: 17:30]
Mice can sing. Article from NY Times this Tuesday, found link to sound today. You can hear it here.
(links directly to .mp3 file)
20051102
Recap: Et al
Discovered new use for the quiet study section in the library, at least in the morning: half of the people in there were SLEEPING! I wonder if I was typing too loudly or something.
Another day, another math homework, another test. All's right with the world still.
[edit 11:31]
I need to rewrite most of my apocalyse paper. Funny thing is, the teacher's aid asked if I knew how to use footnotes and I was just thinking about KATE STORY III. Ha. Footnotes? Yeah I've seen them before. Hem.
Another day, another math homework, another test. All's right with the world still.
[edit 11:31]
I need to rewrite most of my apocalyse paper. Funny thing is, the teacher's aid asked if I knew how to use footnotes and I was just thinking about KATE STORY III. Ha. Footnotes? Yeah I've seen them before. Hem.
20051101
Recap: The lack of sanity
First of all, in return to Lucy's post yesterday:
Of course.
Second of all, have gone and picked up a voice recorder for the student documentary project. Will be attempting that at regular intervaults (ahem...fixed intervault intermittence) I suppose.
Third of all. I feel not sane. Happy National Novel Writing Month to you.
I'll be posting the story, but, before I give you the link, let me warn you about the HORRORS of no grammar, lots of typos and basically NO PLOT worth speaking of. Woe to the sado-masochist who insists on reading it but, having warned you, I really cannot spare any sympathies.
Joking. Only about the sado-masochist part because I know what curiosity can do to a few friends of mine. Mind, however, all the other parts of the warning are TRUE.
Link here. Please remember: and curiosity killed the cat.
Of course.
Second of all, have gone and picked up a voice recorder for the student documentary project. Will be attempting that at regular intervaults (ahem...fixed intervault intermittence) I suppose.
Third of all. I feel not sane. Happy National Novel Writing Month to you.
I'll be posting the story, but, before I give you the link, let me warn you about the HORRORS of no grammar, lots of typos and basically NO PLOT worth speaking of. Woe to the sado-masochist who insists on reading it but, having warned you, I really cannot spare any sympathies.
Joking. Only about the sado-masochist part because I know what curiosity can do to a few friends of mine. Mind, however, all the other parts of the warning are TRUE.
Link here. Please remember: and curiosity killed the cat.
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