Well now that will be stuck in my head for the rest of the day

J. Coulton apparently wrote a song about Ikea and, thanks to last.fm, I just heard it. It is as catching as the DNA song but it's the most bizarre experience ever to have a chorus going "Ikkkeeeaaa Ikeeeaaa" in your brain.

Right.

Have either got bitten by something multiple times in my hand or am having an allergic reaction to something. Jury's still out on that one. I no longer have a backup sketchbook, which is a situation that hasn't happened in years (what? I can't be the only one who likes to have a empty book around as backup) and dire and requires immediate remedy. Luckily tomorrow is Monday and there's the school bookstore. The key point in this sudden proliferation mostly lies in my discovery that a) even though everyone "requires" you to have a plan for your future, no one expect you to follow through on your plans. It's a game where everyone's in on the rules that the future is fluid but for the sake of paperwork and funding you need to make it sound like you know exactly what you're doing with your life, down the length of time it will take to ...I don't know, breed three litters of mice. B) We're young, we're allowed to goof off and do other things in our spare time -- so long as we don't tell the PI (and any source that can get back to the PI). Apparently I have very musically talented classmates and there are all these band things that I didn't know about and so life suddenly seem to deflate a little from all the presumed pressure, which are actually mostly in my head. But.

Does Blogger have password protected entry type thing yet? Or I may have to switch to wordpress at some point. My LJ account is linked to too many things and it could get very confusing very fast but I don't want to get rid of it because of all the f-locked entries it gives me access to. And why does my entire apartment still smell like the French toast I made for breakfast? It's been airing for over five hours now.