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I like raspberry iced tea. A lot.
Mar. 7th, 2005 09:24 pmIt feels like it's way earlier than it actually is. Probably because I didn't even try to get online until like 8.45. Weeeird. Actually, mom got me the new guitar book my teacher recommended, and I wasted the afternoon poring over it. Sometimes I can submerge myself so deeply in things, other times it's just impossible. I don't know what determines it.
I'm really tired, but not overwhelmingly so. It's likely because I stayed up until like 4.30 finishing the psychology assignment. I was so scattered last night it's a miracle I managed to write anything at all. I was scarcely conscious of my writing. XD I also met this girl, via livejournal...who...amazingly, reminds me VERY STRONGLY of me. Her name's even Rachel, too. She's obsessed with language and the like, and was in the process of writing her thesis on something involving Medieval litterature. She blew me away--her knowledge is so vast, even though she's only seven years my senior. She also mentioned that she had a kid, but I didn't ask her to elaborate on the details of that. I love her since she gave me an academically sound excuse to waste time in foreign language chatrooms--she suggested I write a dissertation comparing the various trends in internet slang across the language barrier, or maybe create a lexicon of universal internet words. (I have caught on, for example, to the fact that 'lol' can be understood by most anyone, anywhere.) It was just cool, though it did lead to a rather tiring day today.
This morning I met up with Giulia and she assured me that my shitastic introduction wasn't as lame as it could have been, and gave me the late birthday gifty of a T-shirt with the Beatle's Let It Be album cover on it. It's awesome, and I'm wearing it right now. ^^ Squee.
It occurs to me that I'm becoming more and more irrationally attatched to -nameless- and that really bothers me, since I don't get it. It's to the point when I'm nearly considering saying something to him about it...which, aside from being terrifying in itself, is toootally in denial of my nature. I'm too shy for this kind of thing. -_-;;; I wish I were brave...and I also wish that I were his friend. Both, however, are impossible at this point. I'm such an eccentric freak in school...and most other places, for that matter. **quirk**
I haven't talked to Olivia in a couple weeks. That's saddening. I'm slacking off really seriously in French...I need to get more motivated. I've been making a serious fool of myself in class lately, and that's generally not a positive thing.
Rachel's random macabre observation of the day-- When I was meandering about the supermarket, I heard a distraught woman saying to someone 'he...had so much more life ahead of him...I can't believe all that he had waiting...' and so on. I realize that that's very sad, but it always struck me kinda meh when people say 'they had so much life to live...' since, if they were gonna die, they were gonna die. Obviously, things could have happened differently, but they didn't, and thus...they didn't really have all that much life ahead of them, did they? It's silly to think that someone was going to live longer, when they're dead. It just didn't happen like that, their life turned out to be short. Mwee.
...I guess this means I kind of believe in fate. I think that the way that the world works is set, and while people make choices that lead into the future, there is always a way that it's going to be. Alternate universes in which people act differently seem kind of unlikely to me. Tis funny to admit.
I should probably be doing my homework...I have chemistry, and some French (though I don't think it's due tomorrow), and psychology (which definitely is not due tomorrow, though I ought to start). The national Latin exam is tomorrow, as well, but there's no chance of me studying for that...cold turkey examination is a better indication of what one knows, anwyay. (Justification of a lazy bum...) There's also the movie 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape' that I started watching yesterday, and should probably finish since dad has to return it tomorrow. It's good so far; Leonardo DiCaprio plays a seriously convincing retard. I was really impressed.
Fffeh. It's supposed to snow more tomorrow--ludicrous, neh?
...I have an odd desire to watch Pretear. Blargh.
I'm really tired, but not overwhelmingly so. It's likely because I stayed up until like 4.30 finishing the psychology assignment. I was so scattered last night it's a miracle I managed to write anything at all. I was scarcely conscious of my writing. XD I also met this girl, via livejournal...who...amazingly, reminds me VERY STRONGLY of me. Her name's even Rachel, too. She's obsessed with language and the like, and was in the process of writing her thesis on something involving Medieval litterature. She blew me away--her knowledge is so vast, even though she's only seven years my senior. She also mentioned that she had a kid, but I didn't ask her to elaborate on the details of that. I love her since she gave me an academically sound excuse to waste time in foreign language chatrooms--she suggested I write a dissertation comparing the various trends in internet slang across the language barrier, or maybe create a lexicon of universal internet words. (I have caught on, for example, to the fact that 'lol' can be understood by most anyone, anywhere.) It was just cool, though it did lead to a rather tiring day today.
This morning I met up with Giulia and she assured me that my shitastic introduction wasn't as lame as it could have been, and gave me the late birthday gifty of a T-shirt with the Beatle's Let It Be album cover on it. It's awesome, and I'm wearing it right now. ^^ Squee.
It occurs to me that I'm becoming more and more irrationally attatched to -nameless- and that really bothers me, since I don't get it. It's to the point when I'm nearly considering saying something to him about it...which, aside from being terrifying in itself, is toootally in denial of my nature. I'm too shy for this kind of thing. -_-;;; I wish I were brave...and I also wish that I were his friend. Both, however, are impossible at this point. I'm such an eccentric freak in school...and most other places, for that matter. **quirk**
I haven't talked to Olivia in a couple weeks. That's saddening. I'm slacking off really seriously in French...I need to get more motivated. I've been making a serious fool of myself in class lately, and that's generally not a positive thing.
Rachel's random macabre observation of the day-- When I was meandering about the supermarket, I heard a distraught woman saying to someone 'he...had so much more life ahead of him...I can't believe all that he had waiting...' and so on. I realize that that's very sad, but it always struck me kinda meh when people say 'they had so much life to live...' since, if they were gonna die, they were gonna die. Obviously, things could have happened differently, but they didn't, and thus...they didn't really have all that much life ahead of them, did they? It's silly to think that someone was going to live longer, when they're dead. It just didn't happen like that, their life turned out to be short. Mwee.
...I guess this means I kind of believe in fate. I think that the way that the world works is set, and while people make choices that lead into the future, there is always a way that it's going to be. Alternate universes in which people act differently seem kind of unlikely to me. Tis funny to admit.
I should probably be doing my homework...I have chemistry, and some French (though I don't think it's due tomorrow), and psychology (which definitely is not due tomorrow, though I ought to start). The national Latin exam is tomorrow, as well, but there's no chance of me studying for that...cold turkey examination is a better indication of what one knows, anwyay. (Justification of a lazy bum...) There's also the movie 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape' that I started watching yesterday, and should probably finish since dad has to return it tomorrow. It's good so far; Leonardo DiCaprio plays a seriously convincing retard. I was really impressed.
Fffeh. It's supposed to snow more tomorrow--ludicrous, neh?
...I have an odd desire to watch Pretear. Blargh.
