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Booooring.
Nov. 23rd, 2003 08:42 pmGotta admit that there's pretty much nothing about a car factory that interests me. That said, I'm pretty sure it still might have been an enjoyable afternoon. But it just wouldn't work. There are some laws about moving bodies and time-space that I can't break, apparently.
This was a rather unspectacular weekend. Yesterday, I forced myself out of bed around noon, drove to Remscheid, found my half-dead brother (pre-graduation party followed by one of these extraordinary school Saturdays - I mentioned he doesn't bear lack of sleep well, didn't I?), cleaned my guinea-pig's cage, haunted the internet, cooked pirate spaghetti for supper, haunted the internet some more, watched Who Wants To Be A Millionaire and the TTT SEE specials with my brother and mother until past midnight, haunted the internet again, showered and went to bed. Today, I woke up around noon, (inappropriately) listened to loud music, haunted the internet, had lunch. Then I felt the inexplicable urge to paint Isildur and Anarion as children, so I did. I messed up Isildur, and it's a bit too obvious I lost motivation with the trees and that I just can't work with shadows. And Anon is a bit greenish... (well, maybe Isildur is reading a particularily nasty scene to his poor little brother so he feels a little sick). Then I watched Fried Green Tomatos at the Whistlestop Cafe with my mom. Of course I cried. I'm such a cry-at-the-movies person. I'll die in ROTK. I transcribed the second paragraph of that damn Japanese text but didn't yet translate it... I scanned the Ring*Con photos, so I'll see that I'll add the first ones to my report [EDIT: Been there, done that]. Had supper, watched some scientific space show on TV, copied something for my mom, and here I am again.
Oh, and I just noticed that there's a Kanji-tesuto tomorrow. Heh heh.
My brother is having a LAN party. Occasionally, I hear someone shouting or laughing. He's turning 19 on Tuesday, so he's getting the ROTK soundtrack. Completely unselfish, of course.
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( Tsumaranai. )
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This was a rather unspectacular weekend. Yesterday, I forced myself out of bed around noon, drove to Remscheid, found my half-dead brother (pre-graduation party followed by one of these extraordinary school Saturdays - I mentioned he doesn't bear lack of sleep well, didn't I?), cleaned my guinea-pig's cage, haunted the internet, cooked pirate spaghetti for supper, haunted the internet some more, watched Who Wants To Be A Millionaire and the TTT SEE specials with my brother and mother until past midnight, haunted the internet again, showered and went to bed. Today, I woke up around noon, (inappropriately) listened to loud music, haunted the internet, had lunch. Then I felt the inexplicable urge to paint Isildur and Anarion as children, so I did. I messed up Isildur, and it's a bit too obvious I lost motivation with the trees and that I just can't work with shadows. And Anon is a bit greenish... (well, maybe Isildur is reading a particularily nasty scene to his poor little brother so he feels a little sick). Then I watched Fried Green Tomatos at the Whistlestop Cafe with my mom. Of course I cried. I'm such a cry-at-the-movies person. I'll die in ROTK. I transcribed the second paragraph of that damn Japanese text but didn't yet translate it... I scanned the Ring*Con photos, so I'll see that I'll add the first ones to my report [EDIT: Been there, done that]. Had supper, watched some scientific space show on TV, copied something for my mom, and here I am again.
Oh, and I just noticed that there's a Kanji-tesuto tomorrow. Heh heh.
My brother is having a LAN party. Occasionally, I hear someone shouting or laughing. He's turning 19 on Tuesday, so he's getting the ROTK soundtrack. Completely unselfish, of course.
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( Tsumaranai. )
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