Leonard is not aware of time.

[ithika]

[a random line, selected by writing down the first thing I saw when I looked at the first page, from my Screen/Print essay which I actually quite like]

Today was a wonderful, sleepy day. A warm and fuzzy day of pajamas and bed socks. If only I could have curled up on my bed with a cup mug (mug is a warmer word) of hot chocolate and the third book of the Farseer Trilogy, opened the curtains and watched the rain out the window when I didn't feel like reading... Yes. The only thing that would have made today more perfect in this sense is rain, a lack of assignments to be done, and the third book of the Farseer Trilogy, or maybe Northern Lights, [I've been thinking about the Dark Materials trilogy often lately]. Of course, it can't be a perfect day for another reason [one I'm sure you're all sick of me whining about, so I won't.]

I think my essay is actually a load of bollox, but, on the other hand, I think my Creative Writing thing is quite good. I also drew up a map of the place where my story takes place [which I am rather proud of], although I shouldn't have done that today. I'm getting a bit carried away with the preparation for the story, though - histories and whatnot. It's fun. And I suppose it will be useful for future reference. Depth and stuff.
Yep.

The history thing, I think, will turn out nicely - I get to do Charlemagne, yay.
You won't see much of me at UniSFA tomorrow. I'll be there in the morning before Psych but, I think that'll be about it. The same, probably for tomorrow.
Oh. lone_one, I can't remember which History lecture we shook on you attending *grins* was it this tuesday? I think it was. If that's the case I'll have to show you where the lecture theatre is tomorrow, if that's ok, because I've agreed to meet my partner-of-assignment thing tomorrow for some last minute calabration, and 9am is the only time we have a break at the same time [can you believe the luck (or lack thereof)]...

It'd suck to be The Grim Reaper. No-one loves you. And when people are happy to see you, it can only be a sad thing.

I feel like I have something I need to say, but I don't know what it is. Does anyone else get that feeling? It's a bit tiresome, to tell the truth.

I was so surprised today when I saw this site again. It's been so long. Really. It has. Last time I linked it I was at deadjournal...

I think the lamest things sometimes. But how is it, that what I mean the most, from the heart, always comes out so clichéd and sappy?

Comments

[bloodied-aura.livejournal.com]

Oh?
Care to divulge this very short story?

[volandum.livejournal.com]

Certainly. I just spent 25 minutes on the phone with Madi the other day, saying nothing for 22 minutes or so thereof, because she was crying and upset. It was interesting.