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Aug. 26th, 2003 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
setraJust look at this page That is Arcana. Click on the "Archives" link at the bottom of the page and start at the begining if you want to read. If you don't... then I'm sorry... this is my new favorite comic. Mostly because EversummerEve has gone to a subscription system... and I'm not too thrilled.
Anyway. I love spanish. I love the teacher. I enjoy the language. I hate gendered nouns, but such is the downfall of romance languages... and german.
Other than that... there was much Utena last night. I feel sorta sick and stressed. My shoulders are so tense that it's spread all the way up my neck and down my back to my hip. That hasn't happened since 9th grade, if I remember right.
I get to go to Creative Writing in half an hour and then to Choir. I hope I can write the way I used to. I hope I still remember how to sing.
I'm so scared about work. And I keep thinking... gods I wish I could /stop/ thinking. I need to see if Bill found enough people to playtest the game on Thurs. I hope not, because then we can puch it back a week and Kat and I can leave at the logical time on Thursday and have some sort of actual time to hang out between driving.
Ok, I got myself into this, I can get myself out. Thank the gods I have good classes, that I can enjoy and study. Carol wants to know what happened to me. I can't tell her. Maybe I just woke up. Maybe it's adolescent foolishness. Maybe both, but for the moment, I think I'm happy. And I think that's good.
Bishonen: Sloane and Movie Akio ('cus he's pretty, even if he is stupid)
Bishojo: Movie Utena and Juri
Anyway. I love spanish. I love the teacher. I enjoy the language. I hate gendered nouns, but such is the downfall of romance languages... and german.
Other than that... there was much Utena last night. I feel sorta sick and stressed. My shoulders are so tense that it's spread all the way up my neck and down my back to my hip. That hasn't happened since 9th grade, if I remember right.
I get to go to Creative Writing in half an hour and then to Choir. I hope I can write the way I used to. I hope I still remember how to sing.
I'm so scared about work. And I keep thinking... gods I wish I could /stop/ thinking. I need to see if Bill found enough people to playtest the game on Thurs. I hope not, because then we can puch it back a week and Kat and I can leave at the logical time on Thursday and have some sort of actual time to hang out between driving.
Ok, I got myself into this, I can get myself out. Thank the gods I have good classes, that I can enjoy and study. Carol wants to know what happened to me. I can't tell her. Maybe I just woke up. Maybe it's adolescent foolishness. Maybe both, but for the moment, I think I'm happy. And I think that's good.
Bishonen: Sloane and Movie Akio ('cus he's pretty, even if he is stupid)
Bishojo: Movie Utena and Juri
