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i don't even know anymore.
Oct. 14th, 2005 11:28 pmThe rain it raineth everyday! And yet it has not been raining for quite some time and I am glad indeed to hear it again. And now I will snap out of formal-language mode because if I write it while I'm this tired it will come out sounding really nerdy.
I think I am going to end up learning all of Ben Kingsley's songs by osmosis, simply because of the number of times I have watched / am going to have to watch this movie. I really do adore it though. It is a damn good thing I haven't gotten sick of it. I have got most of the O Mistress Mine song already stuck in my head, and there is a beautiful counter-tune (harmony, whatver the phrase is) that someone else should learn so we can sing pretty Elizabethan music, yes please. (Melissa. I thought of you. Sing with me.)
Kristen and Erin and I watched Two Towers tonight, the extended edition. Dear lord that movie is long. Wonderful, beautiful, but very long. Also full of rather attractive men, I have to say. (Erin and I have decided we really want to see Sean Bean play Benedict, but we can't decide the right Beatrice to play opposite. Unfortunately I am far too young, although I could play Hero I suppose. Mmmm, Much Ado.)
This weekend is going to be insane. On Monday I have eight pages of my lit paper due (rough draft, but as polished as I can possibly make it), plus the final (though I do get revisions, thank god for 'writing-is-a-process' devotees) of my writer's autobiography. I am having issues with that piece--the issue being, mainly, that I can't find something to focus on. I have too many beginnings and too many ideas and too many themes I could write about and none of them feel adequate, in and of themselves, to represent who I am, which is more or less what we're supposed to do.
Also I don't feel well and have decided to blame it on C-Street food. I cannot get sick, cannot, cannot, cannot. Am not allowed. If I feel this crappy in the morning I might not go to Ultimate, though that would be a bad thing. Robert hurt himself today, fell on his knee which popped, and I haven't heard since but I really, really hope it isn't too bad. It wasn't good, though. Eeep.
I think I am going to bed now. Possibly the earliest I've gone to bed in about two weeks. No more staying up till two and three in the mornings, I can't handle it.
I miss hugs.
I think I am going to end up learning all of Ben Kingsley's songs by osmosis, simply because of the number of times I have watched / am going to have to watch this movie. I really do adore it though. It is a damn good thing I haven't gotten sick of it. I have got most of the O Mistress Mine song already stuck in my head, and there is a beautiful counter-tune (harmony, whatver the phrase is) that someone else should learn so we can sing pretty Elizabethan music, yes please. (Melissa. I thought of you. Sing with me.)
Kristen and Erin and I watched Two Towers tonight, the extended edition. Dear lord that movie is long. Wonderful, beautiful, but very long. Also full of rather attractive men, I have to say. (Erin and I have decided we really want to see Sean Bean play Benedict, but we can't decide the right Beatrice to play opposite. Unfortunately I am far too young, although I could play Hero I suppose. Mmmm, Much Ado.)
This weekend is going to be insane. On Monday I have eight pages of my lit paper due (rough draft, but as polished as I can possibly make it), plus the final (though I do get revisions, thank god for 'writing-is-a-process' devotees) of my writer's autobiography. I am having issues with that piece--the issue being, mainly, that I can't find something to focus on. I have too many beginnings and too many ideas and too many themes I could write about and none of them feel adequate, in and of themselves, to represent who I am, which is more or less what we're supposed to do.
Also I don't feel well and have decided to blame it on C-Street food. I cannot get sick, cannot, cannot, cannot. Am not allowed. If I feel this crappy in the morning I might not go to Ultimate, though that would be a bad thing. Robert hurt himself today, fell on his knee which popped, and I haven't heard since but I really, really hope it isn't too bad. It wasn't good, though. Eeep.
I think I am going to bed now. Possibly the earliest I've gone to bed in about two weeks. No more staying up till two and three in the mornings, I can't handle it.
I miss hugs.
