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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A slew of mostly uninteresting stuff, some of being highly disgusting
9/27/2004 11:04:11 PM
"It was like some fucked up Escher painting, 'The Perfect Eternal Jackass.' It's like a jackass drawing another jackass in front of a mirror, forever." - Charles, Penny Arcade.
Huh.
Well.
So.
Things have been busy.
Last week I joined the English Undergrads Student Union because . . . membership was cheap and the kickoff promised free food. So, even though the kickoff was in a bar, a deadly bar, I went, by myself, to this dangerous hive of human socialization (after watching Julie Tamor's pointlessly sensationalized film "Titus", but that's a rant for a different blog).
And I did not hate it.
Really, I didn't hate and didn't spend most of the time writhing in agony. Admittedly, I spent most of the time sitting in the same chair, talking to the same guy (a nice fellow doing a double major in honours engilsh and mathematical physics) about books, Beowulf, our drunken friends, high school, poetry (and our mutual confusion with regarsd to it), and sock puppets being used to recite slam poetry, but I -enjoyed- it. It was vaguely reminiscent of the Adventure of Lance Dubois. And also vaguely reasurring to know that I can, in some circumstances, function socially.
So that left me drained on Thursday.
Friday found Geoff stalking me, then meeting up with Matt, some art that looked like rocks and canoes and stuff, Matt horribly injuring himself in the arcade, followed by traumatizing, horrific clown porn, Matt leaving, more people, Shaun of the Dead . . .
More Zombies! on Saturday . . . Oh, and Sunday I spilt boiling hot tea on my thigh and burned it rather severely. There's a patch there that's been oozing gently ever since. Thankfully, today I went to the grocery store and bought expensive burn ointment, gauze pads, and medical tape. Now I won't have to use the crappy makeshift dressing out of an old cloth diaper. Which is good, because the wound ooze kept seeping through the cloth today at school, and it was . . . gross.
And that's what's been up. In between the boring, boring reading. And listening to the new Hitchhiker series on the BBC, which I'm enjoying immensely even though the later Hitchhiker books were far from my favourites. Somehow, hearing them on the radio makes the best bits come to life again. And more Ford Prefect is always a good thing, my friends.
