I need to eat my words...
Aug. 8th, 2004 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againI'm always babbling on about the importance of research, and yet here I am writing tennis slash without really all that much clue about the sport itself.
I'm terrible. I really am.
Then again I'm just in it for the fit guys in shorts, so perhaps it's understandable. ;-)
We're suffering a plague of wasps. I don't think I've killed as many wasps over the last four summers as I have in the last two days. I hate the malicious little buggers. Then Christine kindly went and told me that if you swallow one, you die because your throat swells up when they sting it. Cue me looking paranoidly through my food/drink for the rest of the summer/my life. Gah. Stupid wasps.
Really getting sick of The Iliad sitting half-read on my shelf. I'm enjoying it - gods smiting people and each other never gets old - but I just can't seem to sit down and finish it. The huge pile of books I want to get through before October is mocking me from my shelf. Must finish damned Iliad. Tomorrow. No wait; no time. Tuesday.
-_- My summer has been too fucking busy.
On the plus side office is pretty much decorated and finished. Which means we get to set the computer back up again. Which means I get my printer back. ^____________^ Can't believe how much I've missed the printer - I can't edit anything without it. Maybe I should look into getting one for uni, save me running back and too to the library all the time... though the cartridges would be expensive I guess. Hmm. *contemplative*
Had *weird* dreams last night and I'm not sure if my subconcious is trying to tell me something or if I just drank too much ice-cream soda before bed. They weren't bad-weird; just weird-weird. Nice-weird in a way I guess. *shakes head* Maybe I should buy my subconcious a straitjacket for Christmas.
Things my parents and relatives said today made me giggle. A *lot*. It's nice to know they trust me, even if that trust is somewhat misplaced. Still funny.
The scorching weather has finally given way to rain. *throws a celebration party* I only hope it lasts the week. I miss winter.
Guess I should be off to be productive and fic or research or something. I am *trying* to be, I just seem to be perpetually tired over the last couple of weeks.
No sleep at all some nights may not help, but still...
Clo
I'm terrible. I really am.
Then again I'm just in it for the fit guys in shorts, so perhaps it's understandable. ;-)
We're suffering a plague of wasps. I don't think I've killed as many wasps over the last four summers as I have in the last two days. I hate the malicious little buggers. Then Christine kindly went and told me that if you swallow one, you die because your throat swells up when they sting it. Cue me looking paranoidly through my food/drink for the rest of the summer/my life. Gah. Stupid wasps.
Really getting sick of The Iliad sitting half-read on my shelf. I'm enjoying it - gods smiting people and each other never gets old - but I just can't seem to sit down and finish it. The huge pile of books I want to get through before October is mocking me from my shelf. Must finish damned Iliad. Tomorrow. No wait; no time. Tuesday.
-_- My summer has been too fucking busy.
On the plus side office is pretty much decorated and finished. Which means we get to set the computer back up again. Which means I get my printer back. ^____________^ Can't believe how much I've missed the printer - I can't edit anything without it. Maybe I should look into getting one for uni, save me running back and too to the library all the time... though the cartridges would be expensive I guess. Hmm. *contemplative*
Had *weird* dreams last night and I'm not sure if my subconcious is trying to tell me something or if I just drank too much ice-cream soda before bed. They weren't bad-weird; just weird-weird. Nice-weird in a way I guess. *shakes head* Maybe I should buy my subconcious a straitjacket for Christmas.
Things my parents and relatives said today made me giggle. A *lot*. It's nice to know they trust me, even if that trust is somewhat misplaced. Still funny.
The scorching weather has finally given way to rain. *throws a celebration party* I only hope it lasts the week. I miss winter.
Guess I should be off to be productive and fic or research or something. I am *trying* to be, I just seem to be perpetually tired over the last couple of weeks.
No sleep at all some nights may not help, but still...
Clo
