All I can hear of the music from the building next to us is the bass. HATE. Bass is acceptable only when at the bottom of music I am dancing to at close proximity. Oh, dear neighbours, I do wish you'd go back to playing your harmonicas so I won't be forced to shove a hand mixer up your asses business-end first. And turn it on. erg. ><;

ah

a moment of relief.

...says the patrolman to the video camera on his way by. I do love this show.

Also, I may be employed. Go life!

HSB just made a Welcome Back, Kotter reference. This makes me far too happy. (Also, another sighting: Bruno from the West Wing, only onsiderably more hirsuite.)

...aaand Quark is a telephone repair man?

Agh, I am so unproductive. I think I can actually feel my brain liquifying. ><;

Hooray for never updating! oops?

What the fuck is Johnathan Frakes doing on Hill Street Blues? Oh, my brain. He's dealing cocaine.

Death. Fiery and painful. I am going to ram a hot iron up somebody's spinal calumn.

Fencing elections: boy do I feel like I was just gang-raped. This is why I avoid politics. And, you know, intelligent, well-thought-out debate.

Chocolate is love. Mmm.

we learned how to use throwing stars. Yep.

Chinese oral-final component is a video project this quarter. My group has chosen to enact a horror film in one of the campus libraries.

Definitely still suck at updating. Oops? I've decided to actually focus on finishing BotRC (loooong way to go yet), though school is mostly going to eat my life until summer, I think. If only my schedule would stop embellishing itself.

HOLY shit, Arnold Horshack is on an episode of the A-team. And yes, I do realise that I have no business knowing what either of these is. Was almost as weird as seeing Spike on Northern Exposure.


ETA: speaking of wtf, Kaylee was on So Weird.

..or rooms, appartently. Well, it is the end of finals week Oh, quarter-system.

Well, I just got done e-mailing after about fifty apartment notices. Not living in a box this summer would be nice. Parents are coming today to whisk me around the city and then whisk me home. Must needs buy mom birthday present; whups?

I predict my whole spring break will be spent catching up on lj. Can perhaps write something? Have been editing STV the past few days.

BLAGH.


That is all

I AM GOIN TO ROOOOOOOME, BABY!

I found a copy of one of my more favourite books online to settle down for sleep-at-a-reasonable-hour last night, and it is now going to insist on distracting me. Damn.

Mm, tea.

So we had a fencing tournament thos weekend. Lo and behold, I slog home Sunday night, pull off my stinky, knee-hight fencing socks, and find these roundish, white clusters of things like a cross between blisters and bug-bites on my feet.

These, of course, promptly begin to itch. And grow. Now, fast forward three days and the stuff hasn't gone away. I mean, it fades off one part of my body only to show up somewhere else. Including my tongue, throat, eyes (my right eye is still pretty puffy, but at least it doesn't itch), back, etc.

Aaand the university's health programme is anal about appointments, so I'm stuck til tomorrow afternoon. Meanwhile, benedryl will more or less stop the itching but not the swelling. I mean, last night my feet felt like sausages about to burst. Cortozone X-treme Super Magic creme seems to be useless. Have resorted to icing the bottoms of my feet so I can get work done, instead of gouging chunks out of my soles. brraugh. Can haz death nau?

I just finished off writing a facebook message to an Italian lady who got in touch with my dad wondering if maybe we're related. Me forwarded her along to me because she's asking in Italian. Which none of us actually speak, sadly, but I have French and poquitissimo espanol. As well as a really rather irrational desire to learn Italian, the which has led to the coming into my possession one (1) seventy-nine-year-old French-Italian pocket dictionary. 1930, damn. Luckily, it has a verb conjugation chart.

Am living in yey! right now. Hope my grammar was at least intelligible.

Dear sinuses,

I hate you, too.


birdy

Class: ack. I mean, I like them, but ack. They're so persistent. Must. write. something. NNG.

The Empire magazine's list of the best TV shows

1. Bold the programmes you watch/used to watch.
2. Italicize the programmes you've seen at least one episode of.
3. Underline the programmes you own on DVD (or VCR tape). I am also including sketchily acquired computer files in this.
4. Post your answers.

( the List )