Not that this is necessarily a significant milestone, but if I don't notice, no one will. And that's just not right.
So I stayed up until two in the friggin' morning last night in order to finish my first draft, due today. I have my teacher look at the essay, telling her I didn't get a chance to finish, and she says, "Oh, that's just fine. Especially considering it's not due for another week."
Oh. Great, thanks. Might as well finish the essay and start on my history paper then.
Dammit. And to think I lost sleep over the bloody thing. *trundles off*
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Discussion Between World Leaders
Freedom Rocks! says:
dude. I've heard rumors about you.
Freedom Rocks! says:
They say you totally rock.
Rebekah says:
I've heard people say you pwn
Freedom Rocks! says:
it's only 'cuz I do
Rebekah says:
I think we might be on level ground here - but, to be sure, let's never meet
Freedom Rocks! says:
I agree
Freedom Rocks! says:
there should be no interaction between such equals as ourselves
Freedom Rocks! says:
we're just too good
Freedom Rocks! says:
but we can't ever be sure
Rebekah says:
Yup, yup.
Rebekah says:
We shall rule our minions on separate parts of the world and remain respectful of each other's domain
Freedom Rocks! says:
our domineering must never cross paths, lest we destroy one another, and likely the rest of the world along with us
Freedom Rocks! says:
the resulting epic battle would cost too much
Rebekah says:
Our very presences combined might destroy the world
Freedom Rocks! says:
and it's only 'cuz we're so dang awesome.
Rebekah says:
Pretty much
*Edit 1:11AM : I felt it needed clarifying that Rebekah is, in fact, my sister.
** 1:14AM : Also, I can't seem to stop watching that cat clip I've put on here. I don't know what I find so fascinating about it. Maybe I just need to go to bed.
dude. I've heard rumors about you.
Freedom Rocks! says:
They say you totally rock.
Rebekah says:
I've heard people say you pwn
Freedom Rocks! says:
it's only 'cuz I do
Rebekah says:
I think we might be on level ground here - but, to be sure, let's never meet
Freedom Rocks! says:
I agree
Freedom Rocks! says:
there should be no interaction between such equals as ourselves
Freedom Rocks! says:
we're just too good
Freedom Rocks! says:
but we can't ever be sure
Rebekah says:
Yup, yup.
Rebekah says:
We shall rule our minions on separate parts of the world and remain respectful of each other's domain
Freedom Rocks! says:
our domineering must never cross paths, lest we destroy one another, and likely the rest of the world along with us
Freedom Rocks! says:
the resulting epic battle would cost too much
Rebekah says:
Our very presences combined might destroy the world
Freedom Rocks! says:
and it's only 'cuz we're so dang awesome.
Rebekah says:
Pretty much
*Edit 1:11AM : I felt it needed clarifying that Rebekah is, in fact, my sister.
** 1:14AM : Also, I can't seem to stop watching that cat clip I've put on here. I don't know what I find so fascinating about it. Maybe I just need to go to bed.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
"Proceed With Gravy"
I believe they're having a deep and philosophical discussion about the consistencies between Greek and Roman mythology.
Obviously.
Also, the Buttercup Festival has played temporary havoc with my sense of humor.
On a side note, I need to remember to ask Michel about this.
Hm. Been Awhile
New things: Mom's and sister's birthdays; Thanksgiving goings-on; saw Beowolf in 3D.
Birthdays weren't very exciting, but pleasant enough. Thanksgiving didn't end up in its usual location at my grandmother's due to her feeling ill, so the holiday was held at my parents' place this year. My cousins and I played lots of Live Halo 3, and that also was good.
As to Beowolf: If I hadn't already seen Shrek, Pirates of the Caribbean 2, and Lord of the Rings' Gollum, I would have been extremely impressed by the animation alone. But as I had seen all of those, it wasn't that big a deal. As a matter of fact, in not having real-life actors, I think the movie lost a bit of realism and depth. The three-dimensional aspect was the only thing that made the movie worth seeing, but even then there were some points were the dimension wasn't at all convincing. It was rather like having paper cutouts with rounded edges, an animation without anything deeper than what the audience was seeing on the surface. It was nice, but I think the animators were trying to pull something off in terms of realism which wasn't quite within their grasp.
I give the movie three-point-five of five stars, for good effort and the talent of Neil Gaiman, whose literary portrayers should stick to graphic novels.
As for the cell phone thing, we're still trying to work out the shipment of a new phone with the online sellers. We've already received two cell phones, the first of which had a bent shell, and the second of which had flawed programming. So far we haven't heard back about the shipment of a third. I'm of the opinion that they should give it to us for half price, but maybe that's just me.
Birthdays weren't very exciting, but pleasant enough. Thanksgiving didn't end up in its usual location at my grandmother's due to her feeling ill, so the holiday was held at my parents' place this year. My cousins and I played lots of Live Halo 3, and that also was good.
As to Beowolf: If I hadn't already seen Shrek, Pirates of the Caribbean 2, and Lord of the Rings' Gollum, I would have been extremely impressed by the animation alone. But as I had seen all of those, it wasn't that big a deal. As a matter of fact, in not having real-life actors, I think the movie lost a bit of realism and depth. The three-dimensional aspect was the only thing that made the movie worth seeing, but even then there were some points were the dimension wasn't at all convincing. It was rather like having paper cutouts with rounded edges, an animation without anything deeper than what the audience was seeing on the surface. It was nice, but I think the animators were trying to pull something off in terms of realism which wasn't quite within their grasp.
I give the movie three-point-five of five stars, for good effort and the talent of Neil Gaiman, whose literary portrayers should stick to graphic novels.
As for the cell phone thing, we're still trying to work out the shipment of a new phone with the online sellers. We've already received two cell phones, the first of which had a bent shell, and the second of which had flawed programming. So far we haven't heard back about the shipment of a third. I'm of the opinion that they should give it to us for half price, but maybe that's just me.
Friday, November 02, 2007
I Feel Violated
My cell phone was stolen today.
I was riding the bus at the time. The guy sitting in the seat behind me stole it. He had asked me a couple of questions about my wireless headset, after which I continued to listen to my tunes, during which I really paid no attention at all. I watched him leave the bus without marking it as significant. I only really began to notice things when my headphones' reception began to break up. I reached for my phone to see what was the matter, only to press my hand to empty space.
I didn't realize how attached I was to the device until it was taken from underneath me. It was like an aficionado's favorite car - he may have set a couple of dents in his precious car, but they're his dents, and he knows each one by heart, because he put them there. His car has become far more than just a method of transportation. In the same way, my cell phone wasn't just my emergency telephone. It was my music library, my picture album, and a contacts list full of all the people in my life. It was completely customized to me: I had bought the clear plastic case protecting it (which I loved) as well as having completely tailored every setting and display. My 1-gig SD card the phone was equipped with was dear to me as well - I had just loaded my new favorite tunes on it the previous morning. When that man stole my cell phone he stole away my Linus' Blanket, my Prometheus Stone, my precious blue Mustang, a hank of my hair while I wasn't looking.
I didn't cry when our family's dog died. I cried when my cell phone was stolen. I wanted to choke the guy who had taken it, but I settled for annihilating Flood in Halo 3 instead. Just a way to run away from reality, really, but it was better than re-experiencing the same pain so many times over.
My mother, who had the same model of phone that I had had, offered hers as a temporary use for tomorrow. It almost makes me nauseous to even touch the thing, necessary though the evil is. I can't help thinking, "Why must I? It's a pathetic mimicry of my own precious, a copy which can never measure up, because that one was special."
My wireless headphones seem absolutely superfluous in their existence now. It seems rather ironic, for I praised them and valued them so highly before; they are nothing without the cell itself.
I was riding the bus at the time. The guy sitting in the seat behind me stole it. He had asked me a couple of questions about my wireless headset, after which I continued to listen to my tunes, during which I really paid no attention at all. I watched him leave the bus without marking it as significant. I only really began to notice things when my headphones' reception began to break up. I reached for my phone to see what was the matter, only to press my hand to empty space.
I didn't realize how attached I was to the device until it was taken from underneath me. It was like an aficionado's favorite car - he may have set a couple of dents in his precious car, but they're his dents, and he knows each one by heart, because he put them there. His car has become far more than just a method of transportation. In the same way, my cell phone wasn't just my emergency telephone. It was my music library, my picture album, and a contacts list full of all the people in my life. It was completely customized to me: I had bought the clear plastic case protecting it (which I loved) as well as having completely tailored every setting and display. My 1-gig SD card the phone was equipped with was dear to me as well - I had just loaded my new favorite tunes on it the previous morning. When that man stole my cell phone he stole away my Linus' Blanket, my Prometheus Stone, my precious blue Mustang, a hank of my hair while I wasn't looking.
I didn't cry when our family's dog died. I cried when my cell phone was stolen. I wanted to choke the guy who had taken it, but I settled for annihilating Flood in Halo 3 instead. Just a way to run away from reality, really, but it was better than re-experiencing the same pain so many times over.
My mother, who had the same model of phone that I had had, offered hers as a temporary use for tomorrow. It almost makes me nauseous to even touch the thing, necessary though the evil is. I can't help thinking, "Why must I? It's a pathetic mimicry of my own precious, a copy which can never measure up, because that one was special."
My wireless headphones seem absolutely superfluous in their existence now. It seems rather ironic, for I praised them and valued them so highly before; they are nothing without the cell itself.
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