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asdlkjsdkhd so it wasn't as bad as I'd feared, but wow this morning was pretty stressful. I'm not sure my hand's fully recovered yet, though when I did do all my other annoying, writing-filled homework after coming home and so it's not like it had much chance. Must spend this weekend studying for bio, argh.

Anyway. Moving on.

Well, I'm watching Hulu and there was this dumb Intel (oh haha irony) commercial. I almost prefer the ones about alcohol. At least they have relatively tasteful music.


Today is Friday. Today was boring.


idk what else.

 

a comparison of what Friday should be and what Friday actually is

and I have so many things to do tonight but I'm choosing to spend it doodling, sob

(oh and sorry for failing at posting for weeks in a row :c)

Hi.

My life is not cooperating, and I don't want to write a post that's going to basically be me whining about my not-very-terrible life (as I am quite perfectly aware that it's certainly not as bad as it could be and that I'm incredibly lucky, etc, and as such it just feels wrong to complain), so. I'm not going to complain about it here.


I've been listening to Charlie's new song, and it's been helping me calm down. ^.^ I've also recently discovered the joy of Draco/Harry fanfic, so that'll keep me nicely distracted for awhile from life, at least. Coping methods are fun.


I wish we could go live in our dreams. I've been having some nice ones lately, I think, though I never remember them properly after I wake up. I've also been waking up, like, ten minutes before the alarm lately as well, which sucks, because I can't get back to sleep before the alarm is blaring incessantly into my head and everything goes downhill from there. At least when I wake up in the middle of the night it seems like I get more sleep. :|


And okay, that's going a bit too much into the self-pitying track, so yeah. Nevermind.


I wrote a poem about sheep, but it's kind of long and so I won't put it here.


Speaking about poems (but not about sheep), I've been trying to memorize "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" after reading TFIOS. So far I'm only onto the first stanza. That's a good coping method as well. Poetry's fun when it's not being overanalyzed by incompetent tenth-grade English students.


Sigh. I think I'm going to go draw character art for some people now. I'm so behind on that it's not even funny.


xiy

oh wait I'm supposed to post today

. . . and I have no inspiration. I'm supposed to be either studying for Science Olympiad (it's supposed to snow 3-5 inches between tonight and 6AM tomorrow morning, and I am sort of hoping it gets canceled) or doing an English assignment.

Needless to say, I've started on neither of them. Ah, life. 

/derp

in which xiy avoids public speaking and (successfully?) philosophizes

I had to present the NHD board today, which was basically a study in how quickly I could put the APUSH class to sleep (i.e., not a very long time), because I suck at public speaking and presenting things and there was such a lot to say and not very much time to say it. It's hard to fangirl over dead French revolutionaries when one stumbles over one's own words far too often. :|a

And this is why I like the Internet! Because my writing skills are so much better, see. I should just retreat into a cave with a good wi-fi connection and never come out again, but then again I wouldn't ever see my friends. That's not good, but perhaps my friends could visit me. I would be like Thoreau camping out in the woods, only I don't care at all about finding myself (because the self is very good at evading enlightenment) or cutting myself off from the world, hence the occasional friendly visit and Internet connection. Scathing criticisms of society could still work, I suppose, though I doubt anybody would care.

Interesting, isn't it, how Thoreau, despite being a recluse by a pond for two years (which reminds me, I was given the entirety of Walden last Christmas by this one Chinese college kid I don't know very well that my parents invited over, and I've been meaning to read it), had to rejoin society and actually write for his message to be known. If he'd stayed by the pond and never left, then nobody would know or care, except for maybe Thoreau.

At any rate, I think I could live pretty nicely in a well-stocked cave for awhile, though the nights would probably get pretty cold. The stargazing opportunities would be endless, though, if it were on a mountain. If it were on a mountain, the frostbite opportunities would be equally endless. I would probably fall off of the mountain and break something major, in which case I would have to retreat to civilization (assuming that civilization ever found my broken body, etc) for awhile. I could publish the book and call it Mountain and then get famous. Or something.

Or I could learn rock-climbing and/or proper balance, get a few goats, and start up a successful cheesemaking business and thus fund my enormous Internet bills. Perhaps I could learn hang-gliding with the extra money. That would be cool. Imagination is a wonderful thing.

Listening to Muse right now. It is pretty, but quite sad.


Not sure any of this post makes sense.


xiy

o NHD, what hast thou done

I am getting entirely too sick of looking at the Marquis  de Lafayette's face. :|

I feel like House and I have been a lot more laid-back about NHD than a lot of people, and we're not working around the clock and there's been no drama or anything, but still, I just really, really want it to be over. I haven't bothered studying for finals or anything and school is not going to be fun. D:

Aaaaaand I guess it's almost 2012 and stuff. Which is good, I guess. It'll be kind of disappointing if the world doesn't actually end after all this fuss they've made about it.

Yeah, I don't know.

xiy

winter break, yay?

So judging by previous posts, winter break hasn't been going as well as hoped for some of us, which is quite sad. D: After all, it's hardly fair that the longest break we're going to have until summer vacation is being ruined by a number of things, of which NHD is only a factor. Silly school.

As for me, winter break has been okay, though not as terribly restful as I'd expected. NHD's been the main factor, and I'm quite glad that House and I have been working well together and that we haven't reached the levels of drama that are afflicting Momo and Virgil. Hang in there, guys!

Apart from NHD, though, I haven't really been getting much stuff done, which is probably not good. The only real piece of homework I finished was the Greek translation, and that was, like, on the first day. Mostly I've been distracted by Internet drama and such, which is kind of funny to read but wastes a lot of time. Um.

I volunteered a few weeks ago on the nanowrimo forums to draw character art for people, and I am so behind on that it's not even funny. I thought I'd be able to get stuff done but I really haven't, so now there's stuff I should've finished a week ago that I've barely started and I feel bad.

So I'm working on three sketches at once right now, yay.

meh. I re-did the top-right one since making the screenshot and it still doesn't look quite right

 In other news, it's nearly Christmas, which is good. I've been procrastinating on NHD, which is not good. I've been procrastinating on a lot of things, which I think I've mentioned, which is also not not not good.

So, yeah. Winter break's been okay. I'm really annoyed that it hasn't snowed properly yet here in Curlyfryland.

xiy