:: Sidhe's Window ::

:: Thursday, January 16, 2003 ::

I wonder if websites get lonely, like pets.
:: Beth 4:12 PM [+] ::
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Not really any reason to continue with this, I suppose. It's served me well. I'm rather depressed at the moment, really. I may update periodically, just ... to prove I can. No reason to let the thing moulder, I did sign up for it after all. And hey, Pippin and Faramir are over here.

Amusingly enough, I think I can now use this as a more-or-less private journal, since I have serious doubts about whether or not anyone would think to check it now that I'm over at LJ with pretty blue kitten icons.
:: Beth 4:11 PM [+] ::
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I've moved to LiveJournal! W00t!

The addy is at:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/rushlight

or

http://www.livejournal.com/~rushlight

Cheers!
:: Beth 5:02 PM [+] ::
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Ademarr -- evil, evil bastard with lovely, lovely eyes.

Jocelyn -- whore/prostitute/woman of otherwise negotiable affection.

William Thatcher -- suffers from protagonist's disease but still has good moments.

Chaucer -- just awesome.

Wat & Roland & Kate -- likewise just awesome.

Prince Edward/Thomas Colville - Oh my fucking GOD that man is hot.

I rented A Knight's Tale again, because I have no self-control.
:: Beth 11:51 PM [+] ::
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Basil's a harper now. Hurrah!

And ShoutOut won't work. Brrgh.
:: Beth 5:57 PM [+] ::
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All right. I should do laundry but I'm not going to. To make up for my quintessential laziness in not doing laundry, I shall be unlazy in other ways. I shall take out the garbage. Then I'll come back up here and wallow in misery while staring at math problem I probably will not end up doing. If I do do the math problem, I'll get on the MOO's when I'm done. If I don't, I'll probably get on the MOO's anyway ...

I was going to work on P&D this afternoon, continue the high from finally having finished "Mage and Mercenary" by starting on either "Little Bard" or "The Princess's Knight" or "Cherchez the Dragon" or whatever the hell I decide to call the next up.

The Princess's Knight is shades of Seifer, Cherchez la Dragon is a bit too French and stupid, and Little Bard is making Peregrine jump up and down on my spine, so I don't think it'll be any of the above, but we'll see. It'd probably help if I remembered the titles of the first two eps off the top of my head, too.

Stupid titleness. All right, taking the garbage out now.
:: Beth 2:04 PM [+] ::
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I think it's the height of unfair to have a math assignment assigned to be turned in the day of a test, to do the test, and to have a math assignment due the day after the test as well. My brain feels like it's been run through a dishwasher or possibly a meat-grinder; the last thing I need is *more* math to do today.

The temptation is to put it off until tomorrow but I'm leery of that as well. Today's not-having-to-do-anything-between-classes was a very relished feeling.

I think I'll at least put it off until later in the afternoon. It's weighing heavy on my spirits, but I don't think I can face another math problem, I've just taken a test.
:: Beth 1:57 PM [+] ::
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The down arrow on my keyboard has ceased functioning, but the sound is back. Frankly I think I've got the better end of the deal, even if it does make surfing the web rather irritating.

Off to go and see what breakfast is like in stupid burned-down Fairhaven semi-dining-hall.

And then, to Canada!

Or, to Canadian Studies, but whatever.
:: Beth 9:59 AM [+] ::
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I love turning my brain into mush. Chick flicks are a bit of a guilty pleasure for me to indulge in, but I do love turning my brain into mush, and that's a fact.

Wedding Singerness, yep. Steve Buscemi is *awesome*. His part in that movie is practically nonexistent, but that's okay, because he's awesome. Also, Billy Idol rocks. I mean, literally I know, but also in the way I mean it.

One of the few (if not only) films in which Adam Sandler does not deserve to be shot.

Now, why the smeg didn't I bring Ever After up ... ?
:: Beth 12:52 AM [+] ::
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I'm not even *depressed*, that's the stupid thing. The nothingness has pervaded to that point. Depression implies negativity, whereas I'm just feeling *blahness*.
:: Beth 7:28 PM [+] ::
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So I'm hanging around, just wasting time. It's a real waste, too, because although I desperately don't want the week to begin and all the class that that entails (still haven't found a "natural" place for English, although I've got the "urban" bit tied down pretty well. I'm going to use the Mall food court. I don't know how I'll get to the Mall food court, excepting with other people or I suppose I could take the bus, but ... it's a place, anyway, that I can write about and I can use the word 'susurration' in, so life is good). And you know, the whole math thing, although now that I've gone through it the whole math thing is basically stupid anyway, and Canada is interesting so I don't know what my problem is, really.

But it's like, even though I desperately want the weekend to continue, I'm not actually doing anything with the weekend that I have. Supposedly there is Buffy-ness happening elsewhere with Rhiannon and Renfield but I, like, don't feel like Buffy-ness and probably wasn't invited in the first place. I'm rather hungry. Three hours 'til dinner. Dinner's almost like a *chore*, what with the whole eating in Fairhaven and lack of selection thing. Eating should not be a chore, although if it's going to be a chore it's probably rather good that it is because then I might be able to lose weight (although not if I continue having midnight excursions to Red Robin like I did last night).

I'm sort of depressed in that lethargic "fuck, I'm not doing *anything*" way. I don't really want to be but I don't seem to have a life at the moment. Other people are doing work right now. I could be, but I don't feel like it, and that's pretty lame-ass but what can you do.

Joe, if you're reading this, toss me a link to your blog sometime so I can stick you in my link pile.

There should indeed be an update on the Thing shortly, we've got a letter made up and everything, so it's only a matter of time now. Actually I think it was being sent today, no reason not to really as we all seem to have approved of it (all of us! responding!) and so, you know, very shortly. ;-)

I don't understand Laura. First she is annoyed at me for being an obsessive and now she is talking to me about one of my obsessions.
:: Beth 3:25 PM [+] ::
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Well, I survived until the weekend -- yay! I'm not really sure if I actually have anything to say, but that's not news. Alter Ego will Devour Your Soul. Avoid it if you haven't already been captured by its foul net. This is all Andronis's fault, it really is. Grr.

I RP'd with Basil yesterday. Got cut off in the near-middle but the kid's shaping up fairly well. He reminds me a lot of me in certain ways, and not of me in others. He's pretty like Dom. I hope other people think so too.

On the reread of Reaper Man again, no particular reason other than doing the whole Pratchetty thing. Then I'll do the Piers thing, and then the DWJ thing because I like DWJ. If I still have a brain left after all of that fantasy fiction, it's onward to Victor Hugo.

I'm hungry. It seems almost like I'm always hungry, except when there is food to be eaten. I wonder why that is ...? (Although I also have an abnormal appetite for raspberry jam bars, evidently. Whee!)

La la. Nothing to say, nothing to think, nothing to do. Won't play Alter Ego again. Won't, won't, won't!
:: Beth 2:48 PM [+] ::
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Yargh. Whose idea was this education thing, anyway?
:: Beth 10:34 AM [+] ::
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