Bam ba-lam
Apr. 4th, 2004 01:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ithikaWell, I did it. I downloaded Winamp, finally. But, but I still don't have Black Betty *weeps* and I'm anti-filesharing programs, after the incident.
But, in other news, my muse has decided to come out of hiding, possibly due to RP-ing. Sands, I might add, is fun to RP.
Turn around and turn again, don't stop to look at fading petals, burnt edges hidden by bright hues in a valiant last stand of red and yellow as the sun peaked over the horizon, we go to hide in shadow, back from the burning light and ridiculing eyes zipper on my tired soul can't stop to think of night stars shine out in the heavens, pinpricks of brilliant light. dew on the night lit leaves and blades sparkles like those stars, eyes of animals timid shine softly in the dark. the hunter he comes running now, loping at ease-pace, hunter hunted by those primitive and base. Don't stop your run now, hunter dear, hide in brambles thick, for overhead the sky is near, and the air seems awful thick.
Sky is red with rise of morn, grass blades stained so too, hunter hunted lost the race, and lessened numbers few.
Five short years and forest huge raised now to the ground, concrete grey over soft brown earth, pawprints now are few, hunter hunts his prey elsewhere, though not where most would look, in the sky of days gone by, that hunter now flies to.
Ugh. Could have been better. Much better. Mainly the fault of my being in a fanfiction mood, and trying to write origional, non fanfiction type things. Must not deny the muse.
But I have no plot. Can't write fanfics without plot, now, can we? Well, we can, but they don't sustain themselves.
Bah!
I should really sleep now. But I don't want to, you can't make me. Hoom haroom. Not looking forward to tomorrow/monday. *shudders*
Soo little faith in my skills as a competent student right now. Soo little faith.
However. If I survive it [as, in all honesty, seems likely, nothing's ever as bad as it seems], I won't do anything to ammend my ways. Besides, Lit Essays are best done as late as possible - you get so much more information to work with that way, which means no editing. oh, how I loathe and utterly detest re-writing essays. ugh. So, I do them the sunday before they're due. Yes, it is that simple. It's usually a system that works, too. But of course, it's the fault of the History Oral/History semi-essay Lit Oral and Discrete test on the same day that makes it formiddable.
Ahahah, I should have dropped maths alltogether. I could be doing something useful with my time, or something interesting. What could I be doing instead... like, drama. Or, art. *shakes fist*
It's not like I'm that bad at it. But, I don't like it at all, so, I don't put anywhere near the right ammount of effort in, and, subsequently, I do badly. Beh. Don't carewas made to care.
Moo-moo, what to do-do.
I know, I'll make a poll. Never done that before, you see, and can.
[Poll #272931]
Yeah, I'm good now.
But, in other news, my muse has decided to come out of hiding, possibly due to RP-ing. Sands, I might add, is fun to RP.
Turn around and turn again, don't stop to look at fading petals, burnt edges hidden by bright hues in a valiant last stand of red and yellow as the sun peaked over the horizon, we go to hide in shadow, back from the burning light and ridiculing eyes zipper on my tired soul can't stop to think of night stars shine out in the heavens, pinpricks of brilliant light. dew on the night lit leaves and blades sparkles like those stars, eyes of animals timid shine softly in the dark. the hunter he comes running now, loping at ease-pace, hunter hunted by those primitive and base. Don't stop your run now, hunter dear, hide in brambles thick, for overhead the sky is near, and the air seems awful thick.
Sky is red with rise of morn, grass blades stained so too, hunter hunted lost the race, and lessened numbers few.
Five short years and forest huge raised now to the ground, concrete grey over soft brown earth, pawprints now are few, hunter hunts his prey elsewhere, though not where most would look, in the sky of days gone by, that hunter now flies to.
Ugh. Could have been better. Much better. Mainly the fault of my being in a fanfiction mood, and trying to write origional, non fanfiction type things. Must not deny the muse.
But I have no plot. Can't write fanfics without plot, now, can we? Well, we can, but they don't sustain themselves.
Bah!
I should really sleep now. But I don't want to, you can't make me. Hoom haroom. Not looking forward to tomorrow/monday. *shudders*
Soo little faith in my skills as a competent student right now. Soo little faith.
However. If I survive it [as, in all honesty, seems likely, nothing's ever as bad as it seems], I won't do anything to ammend my ways. Besides, Lit Essays are best done as late as possible - you get so much more information to work with that way, which means no editing. oh, how I loathe and utterly detest re-writing essays. ugh. So, I do them the sunday before they're due. Yes, it is that simple. It's usually a system that works, too. But of course, it's the fault of the History Oral/History semi-essay Lit Oral and Discrete test on the same day that makes it formiddable.
Ahahah, I should have dropped maths alltogether. I could be doing something useful with my time, or something interesting. What could I be doing instead... like, drama. Or, art. *shakes fist*
It's not like I'm that bad at it. But, I don't like it at all, so, I don't put anywhere near the right ammount of effort in, and, subsequently, I do badly. Beh. Don't care
Moo-moo, what to do-do.
I know, I'll make a poll. Never done that before, you see, and can.
[Poll #272931]
Yeah, I'm good now.
