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Ummmph. I'm tired. History test was pretty easy today, though the other class got cancelled. So instead I spent four and a half hours finishing my final project for ceramics because I need to make a backup on Friday because wetwork has to be done then. And I still need a decent idea, I haven't really had any compelling ones in a bit.
My mom sent a package about a week ago that was supposed to arrive in about three days, and I gave them the benefit of the doubt over the weekend, but it's still not here. Which is an issue because it has food and tax forms, both of which have expiration dates.
I went to the bookstore the other day (Monday?) and picked up Empire magazine and Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman. I've been reading the book since dinner, it's pretty good. Just a collection of short stories and things. However, I kind of just realized that Gaiman writes very matter-of-factly and that that's kind of how I'm reading off this entry in my mind. Literature with good tone usually does that to me.
What else, what else? Nothing special. I might give blood tomorrow if I can sign up, I couldn't do it today because I was slaving over a project that looks crappy anyhow. Eh.
For as long as I was feeling homesick and generally despondent, I'm now just despondent and homesick for here. I can't only have a month left. I really don't want to go home, at the moment, and I don't even know why.
Umm I got this story through another blog I read, and I had a humorous image in my head. I think if 90% of the women in the world watched this Depp/Bale film and then watched the McGregor/Jackman one that's coming out soon, the world would spontaneously combust or something. Just a funny thought.
This makes me really sad. Fucking idiot. I wish I would have been there to punch his lights out.
Hmm, I promised I'd make up for yesterday and I'm sure I'm still missing a day or so from spring break so I'll just toss out what I have at risk of having nothing new to post tomorrow. 42 days! How is it that close? Everything feels kind of surreal right now. Anyway, here's what I have.
Fantasically atomic REAL wallpaper. However, click on the image to see a bigger one and save it. That's some gorgeous shit right there, my friends. (I'm including this under the 1957 qualification, and if you don't like that I'm putting it under the tikis/flamingos/Jimmy Buffet/go fuck yourselves section.) (Wow, what is with me tonight? I'm like half asleep and totally mouthy, but in the way that I sort of mean it, not for humorous hyperbole like usual. Maybe it's that British humor where you feel everything you say but you rarely mean it. That would make sense.)
Preview of the Indiana Jones handbook... which is already in some stores so I'm angry I couldn't find it at Barnes and Nobles the other day. Although I guess I should really be saving my money right now for those "limited edition" books and save the other stuff for my birthday or something.
CustomCon Indiana Jones figures. Not too bad, but the faces are kind of wonky. That idol setup is to DIE for, though. Damn.
[EDIT] I think it says something that I got through the entire post without trying to reference 42. I am very tired.
My mom sent a package about a week ago that was supposed to arrive in about three days, and I gave them the benefit of the doubt over the weekend, but it's still not here. Which is an issue because it has food and tax forms, both of which have expiration dates.
I went to the bookstore the other day (Monday?) and picked up Empire magazine and Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman. I've been reading the book since dinner, it's pretty good. Just a collection of short stories and things. However, I kind of just realized that Gaiman writes very matter-of-factly and that that's kind of how I'm reading off this entry in my mind. Literature with good tone usually does that to me.
What else, what else? Nothing special. I might give blood tomorrow if I can sign up, I couldn't do it today because I was slaving over a project that looks crappy anyhow. Eh.
For as long as I was feeling homesick and generally despondent, I'm now just despondent and homesick for here. I can't only have a month left. I really don't want to go home, at the moment, and I don't even know why.
Umm I got this story through another blog I read, and I had a humorous image in my head. I think if 90% of the women in the world watched this Depp/Bale film and then watched the McGregor/Jackman one that's coming out soon, the world would spontaneously combust or something. Just a funny thought.
This makes me really sad. Fucking idiot. I wish I would have been there to punch his lights out.
Hmm, I promised I'd make up for yesterday and I'm sure I'm still missing a day or so from spring break so I'll just toss out what I have at risk of having nothing new to post tomorrow. 42 days! How is it that close? Everything feels kind of surreal right now. Anyway, here's what I have.
Fantasically atomic REAL wallpaper. However, click on the image to see a bigger one and save it. That's some gorgeous shit right there, my friends. (I'm including this under the 1957 qualification, and if you don't like that I'm putting it under the tikis/flamingos/Jimmy Buffet/go fuck yourselves section.) (Wow, what is with me tonight? I'm like half asleep and totally mouthy, but in the way that I sort of mean it, not for humorous hyperbole like usual. Maybe it's that British humor where you feel everything you say but you rarely mean it. That would make sense.)
Preview of the Indiana Jones handbook... which is already in some stores so I'm angry I couldn't find it at Barnes and Nobles the other day. Although I guess I should really be saving my money right now for those "limited edition" books and save the other stuff for my birthday or something.
CustomCon Indiana Jones figures. Not too bad, but the faces are kind of wonky. That idol setup is to DIE for, though. Damn.
[EDIT] I think it says something that I got through the entire post without trying to reference 42. I am very tired.
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