yes, thank you, you can put the stick down now
music: "been a long day", matthew broderick and megan mullally
i am this close to: spending the entire weekend under my bed
Would somebody please hand me a manual on how to never upset anybody and generally demonstrate to the human race at large that I'm something other than an ego monster in human form?
and so i rose with dripping wings at 03:09 p.m., Friday, April 12, 2002
without a song, the day would never end...
my brain is being eaten by: "once in love with amy"
therefore: you can kinda guess what i'm listening to ^_~
Ahhh. Back home, had a long bath, read parts of a hysterical and incredibly interesting book ("Not Since Carrie", which is a great history of Broadway flops), have my ring on again, and now it's time for some social blogging!
Bridget, I'd love to do a reading for an X fic! I can do it tomorrow during anime if you want... hey, could you come to Bethesda with me after my math class today? (I need to pick out some new markers...) Also don't forget to ask your mom about the blank book.
K-Tan, damn you, now I want to draw Tsuzuki surrounded by pies.
Ren-sama, I'm burning the incense you sent. Is that an incentive to put stuff in your blog? ^_~
...now where did I put that Ayame/Shigure picture...
and so i rose with dripping wings at 1:37 p.m., Thursday, April 11, 2002
for those who like this sort of thing...
music: computer lab noises
estimated hours of sleep: six, aka not enough
item i feel naked without and, predictably, forgot to wear this morning: the gigantic silver ring Renfield made me
but on the bright side: i'm going to wear my yukata at the neighbourhood blossom party
All right, because I'm so tired I won't be able to type much longer and had therefore better get to the point:
Most recent art
(And that picture of Subaru and Seishirou is, IMHO, the best piece of CLAMP fanart I've managed to do yet. Which is a little pathetic, but NYEH!!)
Home again, and back to bed.
and so i rose with dripping wings at 09:56 a.m., Thursday, April 11, 2002
i wanna live happily, happily, happily ever after
music: sarah jessica parker in "once upon a mattress"
most influential musical theatre teams, according to my paper: rodgers and hammerstein, lerner and loewe, sondheim, lloyd webber, boublil and schonberg, and larson
it's an absolute blast to: write a paper on something you really get excited about, and be able to turn in a mix CD with that paper
but it sucks to: like two people equally in a more-than-platonic sense
...yeah, don't ask about that last one. (I'm not in love with anybody, just craving a little bit of conventional happily-ever-aftering.)
My god, this is one of the longest weeks I've ever had. It's not that bad things have been happening, it's just... long. I get up every morning with my head pounding from allergies, my eyes constantly feel dessicated, and yet once I've gotten over the initial bump of getting out of bed, the day starts to flow into a long, long series of events which doesn't slow down until about midnight.
My friend Sean thinks we should all go commit seppuku on the quad at the end of Asian Pacific Heritage Month. With all the school stuff (and personal events) making our lives that much more complicated, I really can't blame him.
However, the fact remains that I am just too damn cute to slice myself open. ^_^ So ha.
I need some more lemonade mix.
and so i rose with dripping wings at 1:38 p.m., Wednesday, April 10, 2002
what part of "shut up shup up shut UUUUP" don't you understand?
Okay, I know telemarketing is an icky job to have, but for god's sakes, YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE SO AGGRESSIVE.
and so i rose with dripping wings at 11:34 a.m., Tuesday, April 9, 2002
hi, producer? yes, producer!
music: "i wanna be a producer", from "the producers" original broadway cast album
progress made on new layout image: ink and most of the colour
pages of term paper to write: at least ten
seki tomokazu is: a crackrabbit
So I caved and bought Weiss Kreuz volume two on DVD on the way home from school today. I think I would like to marry the guy who voices the dubbed Tsukiyono Omi. (Bridget, you HAVE to come over and watch the extras with me. Trust me. You HAVE to.)
Lately I've been walking around singing wherever I go; something in me feels like it's full of music. Sometimes I feel like standing on a chair or metro seat or whatever and just pouring the music out from this wellspring inside of me, even if no one listens, even if the Hardass Subway Cops come to get me. I have to sing. I wish I knew why.
and so i rose with dripping wings at 11:20 a.m., Tuesday, April 9, 2002
