pipistrellafelix | (no subject)

Happy birthday, my dear William Shakespeare! A man who hath written many fine words and changed many a life by his pen, and, so on and so forth, etcetera and bladi-blah, as the Earl would say.

Also happy birthday (belated) to Katt. A fun time was had by all, I think. Hee. Love Kattparties.(And I don't care what Nick says, the Marquis is still the coolest ever and Richard is not an idiot. Okay. Maybe a little.)

Time is bizarre. I'm sure you've observed this for yourself, but really. Today it really, really felt like it was only yesterday that it was Monday and I was bemoaning the fact that I had five days of school ahead of me and NOW--my weekend's almost halfway through. Also I was just waiting for my cuponoodles to cook, and I waited what definetely felt like three minutes from 2:40 and then looked over and the clock said 2:46. Surely time doesn't pass that fast? Am I just insane? ...quite possible.

The weather is also bizarre. It is far too warm for it to be so cloudy. It feels a little like there should be a storm coming, but no one's got the energy to make one at the moment, so the potentiality doesn't even feel potent. Oy.

This is an INCREDIBLY weird post. I am feeling weird. I think I might go home, where I can get decent food (bloody everything shuts down on weekends here) and possibly some motivation, or at least people to yell at me when I stop doing homework, because I am so behind...*wails*

And now I'm going to stop typing before it gets any worse.

Can't wait for FRIDAY! Don't Panic and Don't Forget Your Towel!