ReadingLirael, 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
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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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So utterly exhilerated by the prospect of more useless education that I forgot to stop stabbing myself
9/11/2004 10:00:09 PM
"Impulse ... how about you? Would you be normal, if you could?" "I don't understand the question. I am normal. It's the rest of the world that's weird." - Wonder Girl and Impulse, Young Justice.
Nothing much to say. Classes started on Wednesday with nothing of great significance transpiring. Current verdict?
Reading English: Critical Approaches. This class lasts for the entire year, and we're only reading two books. World of yawns. Plus, I strongly suspect the professor and I will not see eye-to-eye, not that that's particularly relevant in a class of this size.
Gothic Narrative. There's a lot of promise here, since gothic fiction is about the unknown and barbaric and tends to involve a lot of people dying and going insane. However, it's only one term and there's about five books to read. The first one is The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Radcliffe, and it is over 650 pages long. So far, it is also quite tedious. Twelve chapters in, only two people have died, no one's gone insane, nothing much has happened, and it's like a very dull, very long romance novel.
Critical Thinking. Oh, a world of boredom, someone just stab me and put me out of my misery and pain. I'm skeptical enough about philosophy as is, but this, this is just pure agony. It's a first year class, which means it's very large, and the good doctor teaching is quite young, soft-spoken, and doesn't appear at all sure of himself. This one's tops for regularly scheduled naps.
Shakespeare. Well, the professor remembers me, which may or may not be a good thing. I think it's a good thing, I liked his class last year even though it involved copious amounts of dry, 17th century poetry, and I think I'll like this one even more because it involves something I'm familiar with. The class is larger than 17th century literature was, but hey, that's to be expected. Plus, our first play is Titus Andronicus - stabbing and cannibalism and adultery oh my!
Democracy in North America. Well . . . the good professor is quite charming and, despite being late to class and not having her printouts with her, did not let this throw her. I'm impressed, and I fancy this will be an enjoyable class, even if it is huge and a first year one. Plus, she told a funny story about a dragon eating a princess.
Books are absurdly expensive, as usual. I spent near 250$ on the bastards, and that's for this term alone. I have three new classes next term, which I'll have to buy -more- books for. Oh, it's instant ramen for me until I graduate.
Unfortunately for me, the start of the new school year has decided it needs to be punctuated by a cold, thanks to that bastard Relatively Manly Geoff. I've been guzzling a new brand of echinacea tea, with eucalyptus and mint, and dosing myself with Buckley's, and sucking on Fisherman's Friends, and tossing back orange juice in the vain hopes that I'll get this thing shaken off in time for classes on Monday. Colds are a bleeding nuisance and they do not make focussing on the tedious "adventures" of the oft-swooning Emily St. Aubert any easier.
Never heard back about the dish-washing job. I wonder how long I can focus on my studies and trying to get scholarship-worthy grades before I start getting lectures on the value of employment and earning my own way?
At this rate, I'm not going to have time for anything but schoolwork and dying of boredom. So, of course, it seems perfectly sensible that I spent my last free evening being subjected to horrible B-movies. Certanily, there was pie, and I didn't blog about it, mostly because at the time I was rather miffed about the waiting around the condo for two hours for the people who told me to be there to show.
That pie was damn good though.
There've been some dreams lately, which is weird enough for me, and they were dreams involving me, even odder, and certain subjects which I would generally not connect with myself. I'm hoping it's just the result of the virus, otherwise I am very, very confused.
Question marks floating around my head likes birds, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
I cleaned the apartment, and I think I'm going to be sick
9/6/2004 09:29:45 PM
"And although I owed this guy my kidney, I managed to talk him down into accepting my sister." - Charles, Friendly Hostility.
I just ate an entire can of fruit salad in five minutes.
This may have been a bad idea. I haven't quite decided yet.
I do feel a bit like I'm going to throw up.
But hey, that's several entire seconds of me not thinking about depressing things. I'm feeling very depressed this evening, moreso than usual, and I'm not sure I can vocalize why. This isn't one of those "It's not the fucking business of anyone who chances to read this" non-vocalizations. It's just . . . one of those things you can't really explain, because there's too many sources at once, or no source at all.
And yeah, maybe a little of it's because people I know keep tripping across this place, and while I don't really care if they do, I'd still feel uncomfortable if certain people read about certain things that have been going through my head lately, because it's complicated and confusing and talking about that would just make me sound a moron.
Part of it's because I finished reading Young Justice today. I always hate getting to the end of a series. I can go months between watching episodes of an anime, just because I don't want to watch that final episode. I sort of put off reaching the end of a videogame until it's unavoidable, because when it's the end it's The End. Books aren't quite the same, and I'm not sure why, but I've never really had any problems with finishing books except when they make me feel sick. And I'm not sure if comic books are going to fall under the book category or the everything else category. I'm not sure if I'm even sold as a comic book fan right now. Really, I'm just a Bart Allen/Impulse fan, and finishing Young Justice pretty much brings me to the end of Things With Bart in them beyond some one-shots (like Bart Saves the Universe) that I just can't find and some crossovers with other series that I doubt I'll be able to track down even if I knew what they were. Well, there's some issues of the Flash. Those I can probably find. But otherwise, that's it, that's all, there'll be no more reading about a character I found utterly endearing and moving for me, and that's probably why I hate coming to the end of so many things. Because then it's -over-.
Certainly some of the current mood probably stems from the weird feeling that comes with finishing a series, and some comes from not being able to talk to anyone about it. Because Jinxer hasn't read very far and is annoyed with me besides, Meia's busy busy busy with university, and, well, I just don't want to pester Noel.
A lot of the current mood, though, I think, probably comes from the fact that I cleaned my apartment today. Honest-to-god cleaning. At least, by my standards it's clean. If someone, friends or parents, came and saw it, they'd probably make their opinions clear that it's still filthy and disgusting and I'm worthy of all manner of contempt . . . but it's not like people are over here that often anyway.
Which makes me wonder why I bother.
Because it's empty now and I'm not surrounded by the familiar and comforting clutter that's usually around, and that leads to a very definite feeling of being alone.
I'm not sure why I bothered.
Random note of weirdness - I never realized my relationship with my family was any kind of messed up until I moved here and started hanging out with people I'm not that close to anyway. Being with other people who have something resembling normalacy, or happiness, in their lives kind of brings out how screwed up everything in yours is.
Writing all the news unfit to speak, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
