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Ingrid

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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
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Story and Art Journal
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Prince of Tennis Screencap Recaps

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American Gods
Carnival of Bargain Madness
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Logic and Chaos
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scented // midnight rain

layout
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.


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Busses are Satan and Taste of Saskatchewan is a Rip Off
7/17/2004 01:35:59 PM
"Hon, we've been through this. The color of evil is pastel pink." - Jerry Sri'vastra, Friendly Hostility.

I return from the suburbs, intact and a hundred dollars richer. Also, with a renewed fear of public transport, mostly the result of getting on the wrong bus repeatedly over the course of a week. Most noteable was Sunday, which involved me getting on the bus and then getting horribly, horribly lost on the way to work. A state of being lost which extended into the beginning of my shift and resulted in my supervisor calling me and demanding to know where I was. Trying to explain "I'm lost" really doesn't go over well with supervisors, for future reference. The result was me nearly bursting into tears on the bus, being told I had to come to work anyway, even though it would take hours to get there, and so the bus I was on that was going to take me back to my pseudo-house went past my stop, where I had been heading when I realized I wouldn't get to work on time, and where I was going to phone my supervisor and try to explain. And then, ten minutes later, after we're well past my stop, my supervisor calls again to tell me I don't have to come after all, which is all well and good, except the bus wasn't going to be returning to my stop for two or three hours. So I got off and proceeded to walk back, for half an hour or so, in the pouring rain and thunder.

In conclusion, busses are the sleek mechanical spawn of Satan.

Aside from that, it was a mostly good experience. The dogs were nice, there was food (and ice cream, and muffins, and did I mention ice cream?) and I got a lot of reading done. Namely, "Tam Lin" by Pamela Dean, "Remake" by Connie Willis, "Bellweather" by Connie Willis, "I Was a Teenage Katimavictim" by Will Ferguson, "How To Be a Canadian" by Will and Ian Ferguson, "Sorcery and Cecelia" by Pat Wrede and . . . some other lady, "Over Sea, Under Stone" by Susan Cooper, "The Dark is Rising" by Susan Cooper, "Greenwitch" by Susan Cooper, "The Grey King" by Susan Cooper, and probably other things I've forgotten. I wrote, I lounged, I cultivated an intense hatred of the bus system. It was good, and as long as I learn to control the bus system, next time should also be enjoyable.

In other news, I went to Taste of Saskatchewan last night. It is, indeed, a rip off. But I had sushi, which I think I like better when I don't dip it in the . . . whatever it was provided, and ice cream, and sprite, and tested the durability of a plastic spoon to see if I could break it or not. For the record, it -is- possible to break a plastic spoon if you're persistent. Just don't try to speed up the process by holding the end between your teeth while twisting. The result is a very sore mouth.

I also registered for classes, yesterday morning, and it went off without a hitch. So I'll be taking Shakespeare, the Gothic Narrative, Reading English: Critical approaches, Critical Thinking, Ethical Issues in Business and Professions, Democracy in North America, Political Ideas and Change ni a Global Era, and Chinese Folk Religion and Folk Culture. And why not? It's not like the degree I get is going to be worth a hill of beans.

Slightly mental,
Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off

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