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Fanlistings, Cliques, and Other Stuff

Reading Lirael, As You Like It, The English Patient, Heart of Darkness, Suikoden III, Candidate for Goddess

Watching House, Rick Mercer's Monday Report, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go

Playing The Bard's Tale, Katamari Damacy, Curse of Monkey Island, Final Fantasy VI, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, Pretty Barbie Dressup Party Final Fantasy X-2(group gaming)

Back-burner Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Star Ocean: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII

Obsessing Firefly, Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Ford Prefect, Monkey Island, Nostalgia.

Upcoming Things of Importance
January 5 First day of classes
January 14 Birthday party
January 16 Jaryn and Matt Are Old Day

Ninja and Roommate
Crack for Crack
Story and Art Journal
Mythical Detective Loki Screencap Recaps
Prince of Tennis Screencap Recaps

Previous Games

American Gods
Carnival of Bargain Madness
Grumpy Gamer
The International House of Mojo
Logic and Chaos
Worm Blog

scented // midnight rain

Is by Meimi, that wonderful Goddess who brings joy and happiness to the hearts of Ingrids.
This time, Meimi brought joy by doing a layout of Isumi Shinichirou and Waya Yoshitaka, of Hikaru no Go. It is full of wub.


1/18/2003 11:05:50 PM
Buffy's a repeat. Why am I even bothering to stay awake? I know there's no reason to.

1/16/2003 10:16:07 PM
Congratulations go out to Meimi on being able to drive without being arrested - within limits, of course. ^_^

Sketches from a bit of massive boredom in English lecture this morning. "Hobbitses" according to Fiora.

1/15/2003 03:35:31 PM
Not a very good day, but it feels like it's slowly improving. Made cookies while listening to Neil Gaiman's Two Plays for Voices (what a twisted combination) for a second time. I'm still trying to puzzle out the narrator in Murder Mysteries. I feel it is hopeless, though.

1/14/2003 11:51:32 PM
Meimi, I'm very glad that the hideous pile of application thingies that riddle the American education system has not yet eaten you, and hope you complete it or burn it to a small pile of ashes before it succeeds.

May all who are evil in your life be given a solid kick where it will hurt the most.

1/14/2003 11:50:07 PM
I was randomly looking at livejournals when I saw an icon someone had made of Orlando Bloom. I spent several minutes staring at it, trying to figure out who it reminded me of.

I was going to give up and just go to bed, when it hit me.

He looked like Francis (the oldest brother) off Malcom in the Middle.

Now I'll just run before the Bloom fangirls kill me.

1/14/2003 04:32:02 PM
Went to the campus bookstore with Matt after calculus today. Am now planning on burning it to the ground, for they do not have the lab manuals for my organic chem class in stock.

There are probably twenty people, maybe less, taking that class. How can they -not- have the lab manuals in stock?!


Am seriously considering "borrowing" someone's lab manual and making a photocopy of it. Seriously.

Have organic chemistry lab tomorrow morning.


1/13/2003 07:45:35 PM
Just quietly sitting here, staring at the monitor and the ceiling, alternately.

I'm going to make some tea, I think, and maybe heat up another one of Mum's beef pasties. They're really quite good.

I don't want to work tomorrow. I don't want to go to calculus tomorrow, or chemistry.

I just don't want to do anything, really.

1/13/2003 11:44:23 AM
Glanced at the box my turbuhaler's in today as I was taking my meds. It has a sticker on it that says "For inhalation only".

. . .

For those of you who don't know, turbuhaler's are basically squat cylinders with sort of beakish tops with a single, complex little swirly hole in them. You suck on them and, supposedly, you suck up the medicine. Pulmicort has no taste whatsoever. You just have to act on faith that you're inhaling anything.

The point is, there is no way one could do anything with this -but- inhale it. It's invisible powder. You can't eat it, which would be the same thing, you can stick it in your eye, unless you feel like jamming the entire contaption there, and you can't smear it all over your skin or anything because it only comes out by sucking.

I'm really not sure what the point of the label is.


Shameless Friend Promotion. Go here. 'cause I say so. ^_^


Still reading The Fellowship of the Ring. It's most relaxing. It takes two hundred pages to reach "The Prancing Pony" which is fine by me.

I wonder if they chose to omit the events from "The Fog on the Barrow-downs" because it involved Tom Bombadil, or because it involved Sam, Pippin, and Merry running around in the grass naked.

. . .


1/12/2003 01:40:54 PM
John's Ukranian group sang some traditional Ukranian songs after the offering today at church. Beautiful. Never underestimate the power of six people who love to sing singing in another language without microphones.

Our choir's anthem was boring and sappy, but the drummer was there, which always makes things a bit more interesting.

Ken, unfortunately, wasn't there (where was he? ~puzzled~) and P.G. did the service. Ow ow ow. It went half-an-hour overtime. I spent his sermon reading more of The Fellowship of the Ring - mushrooms and Pippin in the bath. So cute.

Now - for paper writing. May I survive.

1/12/2003 10:14:50 AM
Thea and I did go to see The Two Towers and she found it quite enjoyable. She, however, is an elf fan, while I am . .. not. The movie improves upon viewing, I think. The urge to throw things at Elijah Wood's Frodo were greatly reduced, but perhaps not as much as they would have been had I not started rereading The Fellowship of the Ring earlier in the week. I was reminded, in rereading, of what a likeable fellow Frodo Baggins is, complete with a rather dry sense of humour. I still can't beleive one of the few things I could remember was the Sackville-Baggins, though. That's just ridiculous.

While Thea was here, she browsed through the shiney (comparatively) new Hikaru no Go manga and was greatly pleased. It is also necessary to comment that Mitani has the worst taste in clothing - ever. In volume eighteen there's a picture of him wearing a polka-dot shirt.

Words continue to fail me at the sheer delighted disbelief this produces in me. It's truly hideous and utterly adorable.

We also stayed up until three in the morning watching Fruits Basket - we watched eight episodes all together (two in the morning before she left) and she is now completely addicted. Shigure ownz her soul, y0.

. . .


I, on the other hand, am hard at work on the paper that I forgot was due this Thursday. Oops. I've decided to do it on The Yellow Wallpaper by, hm, Gilman? It's about a woman suffering from acute depression at the end of the nineteenth century, who becomes obsessed with the hideous yellow wallpaper on her bedroom wall. Her husband is a physician. It's quite creepy and confusing and remarkably good for something an English professor would assign (I have no faith in English professors, not even the one I work for). I'm writing about the nature of the relationship between the narrator and her husband and how this communicates certain themes to the reader.

I'm half-way done said paper. I have to finish it today so Mum can proof-read it. She's going to be away on business from Tuesday through Thursday, and therefore it must be dealt with post-haste. How aggravating.

Church shortly. I'll need to find clean pants yet again. The world would be a simpler place and surely a better one if I could just go around in my pajamas all day long. Unfortunately, besides being socially unacceptable, I also do not believe they would endure well against a Canadian winter. The cold has finally arrived, defying Global Warming, although it's not as bad as it could be. Nothing below forty yet.