bleah

Apr. 10th, 2005 06:39 pm
surei: (bluecry)
I reallly really hate headaches.

But hot chocolate rocks.
surei: (lust)
And I need to come up with some new icons, and delete the ones I'm not really using any more.
surei: (loom)
Suddenly I need Chacha music. For practice.

Any ideas?
surei: (ankh)
Other people use IM to chat, in the regular way. But no, not my family. We just have to have exchanges by way of our away messages.

That said, I've finished writing a song on the Kindly Ones. As in the version of the three fates that go off to comfort and avenge misused women. Yeah.

I just have to do stuff like that, too.
surei: (smirk)
Apparently, when I suddenly get an in-reference (in this particular case, it involved knowing who the writer really is) I make this high-pitched deepdeepdeep sound. Kind of like baby chicks, but with a human voice.

Watch out for your ears.

hee hee

Feb. 23rd, 2005 11:38 am
surei: (flame)
I have art, danglies, software protection, and Into the Woods. Life is good.

Even better, it seems to be a bright and sunny day at last.

Now watch me jinx it.
surei: (shoes)
Ah well. At least the whatever-sickness-it-was is gone now (I think) and I can do stuff again.

Really, getting up should not make you tremble.

fuuuuuu

Feb. 1st, 2005 10:58 pm
surei: (bright dawn)
I am amazed all over again at my ability to just plain sleep.

I really wish I hadn't kinda-sorta taken a friend's advice and lay down for a while - to think, or something, or maybe to sleep, I'm not sure. I'm also not sure quite when I did this, but it's still like BAM: three or four hours of my life are just GONE, and I would have liked to have done something with them.

Like find someone to go hang out with.
surei: (nastygrin)
I-will-not-gloat-I-will-not-gloat-I-will-not--

Oh, hell. Whatever. I was watching Silver, and I just got right (after a few tries, of course) the apparently hardest combo of the Chacha. Without breaks. Not that that says much, but still.

I feel unbearably smug.

purple

Jan. 20th, 2005 01:23 am
surei: (wtf)
Staying up and finishing essays, I look back and realize: damn, I get flowery when I get tired!

As I write this, I look at the sheet that prompts me, and I see that my next task is to explain myself. Let us essay--

Faugh!

I'm going to bed.

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