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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Fight for the beer
1/5/2005 07:41:46 PM
"C'mon, Uncle Rafi. Soon you'll die and all your secrets will go with you. Teach me. I've got nothing better to do, anyway." - Fatima Maharassa, Friendly Hostility.
I got back on Sunday, I've just been too lazy to log into blogger and, uh, post. I'm clearly a horrible human being, but we already knew that.
One of the things I got for Christmas was a vacuum. But not just any vacuum. A pawn shop vacuum. With a plastic grocery bag around the handle full of numerous vacuum bags. My father assured me that at least one of these bags would fit the vacuum.
I tried it out yesterday while supper was becoming edible, because I told my invalid mother that I would. And then it tried to kill me. I tentatively ran it over the area where my boots usually live for a few seconds before there was a loud noise and the front detachable part and the bag rammed, at high-speed, into the wall.
I want to take this as a sign that the vacuum cleaner is possessed, trying to kill me, or at least of the opinion, which I share, that I should never clean. Unfortunately, if I do, the dust bunnies will probably perfect their nuclear laser bomb flying submarine tank, and I don't know if my books could withstand that.
Aside from that, today I also learnt that the purpose of government is to protect the beer. Or so says my new polisci professor, who looks kind of like Santa Claus, if Santa decided he wanted to go for a sort of stubble-beard look. He's certainly a very animated professor, a huge contrast with the other new professor I met today. He's not Santa Claus-like, not funny, not animated . . . I dread the class already.
My marks are finally trickling back in - far from stellar, of course. 74% in political studies and 78% in gothic narrative. I sigh, I hang my head in shame, I squirm, I thank Coconut Monkey that I got 100% on my Shakespeare midterm. Maybe a decent mark there will keep my average in the range of respectability.
Back to the quiet life where nothing happens, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
