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Busy little bee, she is.

December 23rd, 2007 (10:47 pm)
locale: home
temperament: bouncy
fanfare: Mythbusters

There I was, only a week ago lamenting about how I was going to have nothing to do during the winter break. Was I ever wrong (par for the course, I suppose).

- letter of intent for BU School of Education
- McGill & Concordia applications
- supporting documents for all university applications
- CAM application
- Academic Retribution Crusade
- sleeping in
- napping
- working on Scratch submission(s)
- Scratch advertising template (?)
- trying to re-learn guitar chords
- reading trashy novels
- napping again
- downloading torrents
- catching up with everyone
- scholarship applications
- napping
- eating
- playing with the dog
- napping with the dog

Even when I'm on break, I'm not really on break. Better to be busy than bored, I guess.

Gargh.

April 5th, 2007 (12:05 am)
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locale: Rez
temperament: awake

I haven't checked ye ole LiveJournal in a loooong time. I've migrated to Mog & Facebook. Terrible, isn't it? There was a lot of drama here & I don't need anymore in my life. Sure, I might miss the communities, but I was here for the music - which I get on Mog and I can search for fanfiction & television updates via hand-dandy Google. I never really got into the whole Internet journal thing. Hell, I think that I've filled one whole paper journal in three years & all the rest are half or a fifth full. So ciao LJ, it's been interesting, kiddos. Take care & stay cool.

I'll keep the account open, in case the urge ever hits to share my life on the Internet, but I highly doubt that I'll be back anytime soon.

HAHAHAHA. Ha.

December 21st, 2006 (12:02 pm)
locale: Home
temperament: amused
fanfare: TV

Shows how smrt I am. I just caught the last few minutes of an old Drew Carey Show and noticed (and comfirmed with the good grace of IMDb) that Kate Walsh played Nikki. She's a hoot in a fat suit. Bad rhyme.

Happy happy joy joy.

December 20th, 2006 (04:38 pm)
locale: Home
temperament: bouncy
fanfare: Ted Leo + Pharmacists - Timorous Me

I haven't posted in over a month. I am a bad, bad, horrible LJer. I'm home. It's almost Christmas. I had fun on the train and in Connecticut. Tomorrow is a party. Woohoo. I post less when I home when I have more time? WTF. Maybe it is because I'm not avoiding essays. I kicked ass this fall semester. Eat that, crazy profs!

The Decemberists on Colbert tonight!

"And she will have her way and somehow I will still believe her."

November 18th, 2006 (10:23 pm)
temperament: listless
fanfare: Flustered/Hey Tomcat! - DCfC

John Tucker Must Die is a stupid movie. There's nearly two hours that I won't get back. Geez. At least I didn't pay for the rental. Regardless. On with the memes!
I must be old or I'm someone new, she said. )

"I saved Latin. What did you ever do?"

November 12th, 2006 (02:07 pm)
locale: Rez
temperament: uncomfortable
fanfare: Never Leave Your Heart Alone - Butterfly Boucher

So. I still feel a little shitty. Not as much, but still. I have to finish my Wellness final today. That way Monday, I can go to the library and research for the five Portrayals of History essays that I have yet to start. I should get some work done in the library. I hope.
Rushmore is an awesome movie. So is Annie Hall. My Portrayals final is slowly coming along. I probably have more information than I need, but that's good. I have yet to start my Explorations in Creative Arts, Lang. and Lit. final. I need to find a local institution in the arts. I'll probably go to Uplands. It's close and I won't feel to awkward there. (I think.) Essays will be the death of me. I want to cry. Except instead of you know, actaully working on them, I'm online. That's BAAAAD.

"The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse."

November 11th, 2006 (01:16 pm)
temperament: crappy

I have no attention span today. Which is bad because there are a lot of things that I should get done. Mainly Humanitites essays. Poo. My mind is all over the place - I can't calm down. It's annoying as hell. STFU, brain. I need to work. I can't even sit still enough to watch a movie or make myself something to eat. I forces me to think and I just want to be blank. Please brain, turn off. I have no idea what to do with myself. Or why anyone does anything, really. I need to be/feel grounded. Damnit. I was fine yesterday.

ON ANOTHER NOTE: Read some of Robert Allen's poetry, It's amazing.

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