elanya

Why do I still smell like chlorine?

Why do I have to write tests? *Hiss*

Why is *everything* happening starting this weekend?

Why is so much crap happening this weekend at all? Ugh.

Why do people complain about stores discriminating against larger sized women so that they have to order through the catalogue? Really... Why do they complain about stored saying what body types are pretty, but still let them determine what is fashionable?

Why do people think that cosmetic surgery is okay or desireable, or that it will make them happier?

Why did I wake up at 20 after seven this morning and never get back to sleep properly? Why did I have unsubtle dreams about trying to get back to a place between worlds? Why did I dream about trying to cross a busystreet with a large crowd, surounded by jerks trhouwing rocks at the cars and other trying to get their terriers killed by making them run through traffic?

Why aren't I dressed yet?

why could I taste the fishy sushi taste for so long after I had that one piece? Was I imagining it? And why does mackrel taste as good raw as cooked?

Why are some people so shallow?

How can some people afford to regularly order over 30$ of perfume a month? A *week*? O_O

Why are my shoulders so stiff? Why can't I stop slouching on a permanent basis?

Why can I never seem to get any good flexibility in my legs, no matter what I do? Why does it always seem to be getting worse? :(

...Why am I still not dressed? :p

I just recieved a recent amazon purchase. It included Marcus Rediker's new book Villains of All Nations: Atlantic Pirates in the Golden Age, and Leonard Cohen's The Future. I flipped through the pirate book, skimming over sources and chapter titles and conclusions. I popped in my CD. My thoughs were that one of these things, I could pretty much reproduce on my own, the other was far far outside of my creative grasp.

I can teach myself to research, and think critically, and to write failry well (granted, I did have outside help ;), but I don't think I could teach myself to have a poetic soul.

Run away! Run away!

...I have no idea when I am going to bake cookies. maybe tonight, since I have no idea when we are supposed to watch that movie. And then, then I will read like a mad fiend. Rah. And eat cookies.

Tests are the devil. Boy am I *ever* glad that March break is only a week away...

I just got back from my midterm...

It is possible that I ended both the essays with "And children wept with the beauty of it all." ¬_¬

Once I'd written the phrase "Recording is the essence of science1" I knew I'd lost. There may have also been an interlude about llamas. And yet, I think I did okay.

I hate tests. I'm gonna go take a nap.