I am random
Nov. 30th, 2004 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brigdhThis afternoon, I rearranged by icons and made a new one. *gestures towards icon* Because that was a productive use of my time, really.
Three more days of classes. Then two finals. I can do that. The hard part is fitting in grad school applications somewhere, and technically I have an entire month, yet realistically, I'm going to have to convince professors who barely know me to write me letters of recommendation this week, since I won't be on campus during winter break.
I played part of Silent Hill 4 during Thanksgiving Break, but didn't have enough time to finish it. I think I like 3 better, but that's probably only because I got a great deal of amusement out of playing a tiny, blond, green-eyed teenager in an orange sweater who was rude and kickass and got help from an older man in a trenchcoat. (Okay, okay, so it wasn't Hisoka, it was some chick named Heather, but it was close enough to entertain me.)
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yaoi_challenge fic is due in exactly two weeks. Today, I came up with a plot. You see how close I am to being done. *winces* Alright, I did have 1,077 words already, but didn't know where they were going. And now that I do know, I can see how long the story'll be, and this has in no way made me hopeful about finishing it in time, because Jesus, what happened to the WP part of PWP, inspiration? I needed to write porn, not an epic. *whines*
We watched a few minutes of 'Seven Samurai' in one of my classes today. I <3 that movie so much. But you know, nothing beats buying the DVD of 'The Magnificent Seven' and watching the original trailer. They describe the plot in *song*. And then introduce each character as "The Leader!" "The Rebel!" "The Ladies Man!" The fifties were on *crack*.
It snowed here, on Thanksgiving and the day after. Not cool, Universe.
At some point, I'm going to have to arrange all the 'winter sucks' songs I have and make a soundtrack. Because, wow, I sure have a lot of them. I wonder how that could have happened. ^^; Anyone have suggestions for ones I might not have heard of?
Today I went to see a professor who I have only ever had one class with, and that was a fairly large intro-level course over a year ago. He recognized me and remembered my name. That was totally my warm fuzzy for the day.
Neither my walkman nor the radio in my room will pick up CD101, my favorite radio station. Why is this? Don't reduce me to listening to the cheesy oldy stations or annoying nu metal, please. And the pop station has too many commercials.
How much do I love being an Anthropology major? I do believe one of the requirements for admissions is being excessively liberal. My teacher today, off on a tangent about the defintion of culture, suddenly asked, out of nowhere- she'd been talking about how culture exists only on the population level, not the individual one: "What would you call a man who believes that he is right, and his way is *the* way? Who believes that his god is the only god? A man that would kill thousands of innocent civilians for these beliefs? Who am I talking about?" A few people snickered, but no one spoke up, and she rubbed her head dramatically and sighed, "Four more years."
Segue-ways? Sheh. I don't have a long enough attention span.
Three more days of classes. Then two finals. I can do that. The hard part is fitting in grad school applications somewhere, and technically I have an entire month, yet realistically, I'm going to have to convince professors who barely know me to write me letters of recommendation this week, since I won't be on campus during winter break.
I played part of Silent Hill 4 during Thanksgiving Break, but didn't have enough time to finish it. I think I like 3 better, but that's probably only because I got a great deal of amusement out of playing a tiny, blond, green-eyed teenager in an orange sweater who was rude and kickass and got help from an older man in a trenchcoat. (Okay, okay, so it wasn't Hisoka, it was some chick named Heather, but it was close enough to entertain me.)
My
yaoi_challenge fic is due in exactly two weeks. Today, I came up with a plot. You see how close I am to being done. *winces* Alright, I did have 1,077 words already, but didn't know where they were going. And now that I do know, I can see how long the story'll be, and this has in no way made me hopeful about finishing it in time, because Jesus, what happened to the WP part of PWP, inspiration? I needed to write porn, not an epic. *whines*We watched a few minutes of 'Seven Samurai' in one of my classes today. I <3 that movie so much. But you know, nothing beats buying the DVD of 'The Magnificent Seven' and watching the original trailer. They describe the plot in *song*. And then introduce each character as "The Leader!" "The Rebel!" "The Ladies Man!" The fifties were on *crack*.
It snowed here, on Thanksgiving and the day after. Not cool, Universe.
At some point, I'm going to have to arrange all the 'winter sucks' songs I have and make a soundtrack. Because, wow, I sure have a lot of them. I wonder how that could have happened. ^^; Anyone have suggestions for ones I might not have heard of?
Today I went to see a professor who I have only ever had one class with, and that was a fairly large intro-level course over a year ago. He recognized me and remembered my name. That was totally my warm fuzzy for the day.
Neither my walkman nor the radio in my room will pick up CD101, my favorite radio station. Why is this? Don't reduce me to listening to the cheesy oldy stations or annoying nu metal, please. And the pop station has too many commercials.
How much do I love being an Anthropology major? I do believe one of the requirements for admissions is being excessively liberal. My teacher today, off on a tangent about the defintion of culture, suddenly asked, out of nowhere- she'd been talking about how culture exists only on the population level, not the individual one: "What would you call a man who believes that he is right, and his way is *the* way? Who believes that his god is the only god? A man that would kill thousands of innocent civilians for these beliefs? Who am I talking about?" A few people snickered, but no one spoke up, and she rubbed her head dramatically and sighed, "Four more years."
Segue-ways? Sheh. I don't have a long enough attention span.
