Hi!
Woot! I got a comment. It was only one, but I am proud. Thank you, whoever you are, but since I seem to be technologically retarded I can't see who sent it. Ah well. Thank you anyways.
Ouache. Today wasn't so hot. Not only do I feel like I've been run over by a truck (God smite whoever it was that made the common cold. If it was actually God, then nevermind, as that would be slighty counterproductive.), but I have approximately...�5 (no joke) projects due next week. None of them even started. Whoops-a-daisy. As someone very wise once said: "What do we want? Procrastination! When do we want it? Later!" Ahahaha. That one always makes me laugh. Besides the cold and/or the projects, though, life is normal. Field trip today. Nothing too extreme (woot woot for museums... I love them :D ) but still, I would KILL to try on one of those dresses ; ). Don't even ask.
I heard that one of my favourite books MIGHT be made into a movie, and that there MIGHT, MIGHT be open casting. I would die of joy. Which would, of course, completely destroy any chances of me actually getting into the movie, but.... :P. Ahaha.
SSSIPSNWNJIV (a shortened version of a nickname for one of my best friends) and I had another pointless conversation today. Pfft. What's new about that? Nothing. Sometimes we get along fine... Other times.... Not so fine. She's an over-the-top, let-me-beat-some-biblical-sense-into-you,-unbeliever kind of person. That is, when she's in that particular mood. God forbid I say something like God forbid in her presence. Out comes the Bible. "In John 23:3, he says..." No. She's not as extreme to carry a Bible on her person at all times, much less quote it off the top of her head. As SHE says, "Why, I've only just got past Genesis!" Which means absolutely nothing to me (it's at the beginning of the Bible, I think...). Nonetheless, she has a tendency to punch me rather hard in the arm if I mention anything like her joining a street gang whose idol is Jesus. THEN I get it. Or even say, Oh God, or Oh My God. She glares. It is exasperating, I must say. Why should she control what I say? Doesn't she understand that I will say what I want to?? Even if it drives her to distraction? SSSIPSNWNJIV--fouiche, that is LONG. Let's call her Charlotte, shall we?-- Well, Char doesn't seem to care. She wants her way. We're really too headstrong for each other.
Good book recommendation of the day: A Great and Terrible Beauty, by Libba Bray. It is a Victorian age Gothic with a bit�of fantasy (woot for fantasy!). I think the people who like it most would be young adults... but you can try it anyways!
I will go now. Foooooood time.
~Annabel
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