The Day That Never Comes
by Metallica. I have it on loop at the moment.
Brain is munching on several things, none of them directly related to the exam that I have in just over 12 hours.
I am such a double-crosser. But then, if I know that it has no hope in Situation A, why can I not switch it to Situation B where there is more hope?
I don't think I want to comment. He resolved it in the best way possible. There is no need to sully his grace by needlessly adding to it. Not to say that your comments are out of place. Just that I choose to let the focus remain on what it ought to be.
It's a pity I can't just listen to the front half of the song.
I tend to envy study groups up until I remember that personally, I do better alone. If I just want it for the fun, then it kinda defeats the purpose, yeah? So I'll be cocooning myself in the library alone, as usual. What should I wear tomorrow?
I have great plans for January. No, let me rephrase that. I have great burdens on January. Ah, January. I have such hopes for you. I have such hopes for me. And of course, hopes by themselves are bloody useless, which I am painfully aware of, so at least for January, I make a pledge to the me of my last month of being 19 that the me of my first month of being 20 that I will make the possibilities for Jan 2010 what ends up happening. There will be alternate universes in which the me of Jan 2010 does not do what I want the me of Jan 2010 to do, but as the me of Dec 2009, I promise to the me of Jan 2010 that I am resolved to this undertaking. This I swear.
haha.
Hey, Tibbar de Gniw of 8:39pm, 13th Dec 2009, you should stop looping Metallica, open up Butcher (irony!) or the slides and prepare for tomorrow.
(Tibbar de Gniw of 8:39pm, 13th Dec 2009 responds that it's 8:40pm, 13th Dec 2009, and that the song has started over, at the part I like.)
Do I really need to study? No, I mean literally. Do I need to study for this subject? I've read most of the chapters that matter, and I pay attention in class. Most of all, well, I'm me. My exam luck will pull me through, won't it? My knowledge that I am not fully aware of will come through, won't it?
I haven't the faith to rely on things I'm not sure exist, therefore in the end, I will end up clutching Butcher (et al).
I wonder who has the best idea of what the real me is like. Of course, that includes me. I don't think I know me -that- well. Idea, as in general overview, not specifics.
Did you know? I was relieved when my counselor pointed out I wasn't a bad person.
Meta-meta-meta-cognition. I wonder which moral fashions I follow.
No, the sunshine never comes.
Postscript: I can't believe that I'm having a facebook-status-conversation about how the texture of the brain is in relation to eating them. Zombies? Psych students? Same difference.
~evil doth the rabbit flow...
Messily scrawled by Tibbar de Gniw at 8:27 PM
I HATE NARUMI KIYOTAKA
He is the most annoying non-present character that I have ever encountered in all the stories I have read. I would love to merrily strangle him.
I hate Kirie as well.
~evil doth the rabbit flow...
Messily scrawled by Tibbar de Gniw at 1:31 AM
Why revive the dead? What for?
I think reading Saiyuki (Reload) is good for me. Eyecandy and meaningful quotes. Mmm.
Hey, blog. How've you been keeping? I hope you are well. It's interesting how this year I can't leave the "this time last year" remarks alone. Perhaps I should have a look at this time, last year. Wait a bit.
Here ya go. Read with me.Mmmm, I guess he did know me better than I knew myself. Intellectually stimulating. Heh. It's interesting how many of the stuff on my Want list have been fulfilled. And how much, oh, how much, has changed. "Super long email", heh. Funny how things go into a loop. Fall sem 09 has been eerily reminiscent of Fall sem 08. Though in ways that only I'd notice, I guess. There's a lot of change. Tzeentch, you sly bastard. You'll always be here for me. Thank goodness.
It makes me happy that I can still understand my mad ramblings a year on. Who knows how much longer I'll be able to remember? Till those words and phrases haphazardly stuck together mean as much to me as they would to a random stranger? I hope I will remember. It's my life, after all.
FF VII victory fanfare. Hahaha. I wonder if he remembers that I posted it.
Found his one and only comment. lol
And Colloquium is tomorrow, so I'll get out of memory lane.
Cramps. Little rats that run around in sewers.
~evil doth the rabbit flow...
Messily scrawled by Tibbar de Gniw at 6:20 PM
Mandibles
I say um a lot. Like, SERIOUSLY a lot. I am the Queen of Um. OTL
ANGST! TRANSCRIPTION! CHILD LABOR! MORE ANGST! MORE TRANSCRIPTION!
~evil doth the rabbit flow...
Messily scrawled by Tibbar de Gniw at 1:54 PM
Caffeine
So it's not just coffee. Strong tea also works. Ugh, hypersensitivity to caffeine.
~evil doth the rabbit flow...
Messily scrawled by Tibbar de Gniw at 12:34 AM
Pissed-off bunny
Mandibles.
Mandibles mandibles mandibles.
Mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles mandibles.
MANDIBLES.
Mandibles mandibles.
M-A-N-D-I-B-L-E-S!!!!!
mandibles
mandibles
~evil doth the rabbit flow...
Messily scrawled by Tibbar de Gniw at 3:55 AM
can't keep your shlong vertical?. No fast-finishes with ladies.
Spam tends to be hilarious. Are there really any poor sods who get their fake, cheap Viagra through spam?
Also: The word shlong cracks me up. Call me juvenile if you will, but first try saying it. WITH A STRAIGHT FACE. Shlong shlong shlong. Geez.
~evil doth the rabbit flow...
Messily scrawled by Tibbar de Gniw at 4:23 PM
