Psapphirical

1) I got my car serviced today, at Glen Waverley UltraTune. -$155.

2) I'm reading "Sexing the Cherry" by Jeanette Winterson. So far there has been no sex, or lesbians, or cherries of any sort. The writing is full of her usual philosophical vagueness, fairytale poetics and biblical allusions, which I both love and hate. Happiness is not a potato. + 1 reading skill

3) Straight girls are driving me crazy. Like, completely INSANE. +100000 frustration

4) Mum took up yoga. o.O +100 weirdness to the normal order of things

5) I'm flirting with the idea of applying for a job opening in a Catholic school in the UK. + 50 evidence that I have lost my mind (refer to point number 3).

6) I have decided Neverwinter Nights completely fails as an RPG.  Complete fail.  +100 fail.

7) I will leave you now with some Jeanette Winterson vagueness:

The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for past, present and future. The division does not exist. What does this say about time?

Matter, that thing the most solid and the well-known, which you are holding in your hands and which makes up your body, is now known to be mostly empty space. Empty space and points of light. What does this say about the reality of the world?

-- Jeanette Winterson

Although, actually... the Hopi do have ways of referring to time (i.e. tenses), but they're divided into two basic states instead of three.  "Objective", everything that is knowable and measurable, including the past and present; and "subjective", everything that is mental, spiritual or conjectural, including the future.  /geek

"I began to think of leaving for France and though the thought of not seeing her each day froze my heart more cleanly than any zero winter, I remembered words of hers, words she had used when Patrick and she and I lay in a Russian hut drinking evil spirit...

There's no sense in loving someone you can only wake up to by chance.

They say this city can absorb anyone. It does seem that every nationality is here in some port. There are dreamers and poets and landscape painters with dirty noses and wanderers like me who came here by chance and never left. They are all looking for something, travelling the world and the seven seas but looking for a reason to stay. I'm not looking, I've found what it is I want and I can't have it. If I stayed, I would be staying not out of hope but of fear. Fear of being alone, of being parted from a woman who simply by her presence makes the rest of my life seem shadows."

Major accomplishment of the day: I maxed out my fishin skillz. 375, baby! :-)

On Wednesday I returned Written on the Body. I will have to buy that book. :) I also started reading Affinity, but it hasn't really grabbed me yet. I blame WoW. It's very distracting at the moment with all the new patch goodness.

This morning I had a really, really weird dream of Xin involving tree druids, squirrels, Amazon villages and a rather depressing break up. No zombies though.

Oh, the cute Norwegian girl I found on datecraft.com turns out to be a slorebetch monkeyverb. A straight one at that. So that's a dead end. *sigh*

And finally, the tickets for Dracula's arrived in the mail today! Exciting. :)

I think that's all the news for now.

SLEEP TIME.

I so hungry.  SO HUNGRY.  But Dad and Guest is in the kitchen smoking again so I can't go and get food.  -.-

I'm currently reading Jeanette Winterson's Written on the Body.  I don't know what to make of it yet.  I love the way she phrases certain things.  Her words are beautiful.  But her themes are repetitive and her structure roundabout, and for once I would like something to have a happy ending.

There's another big fly making its slow death-flight around my room annoyingly.  I don't know what it is about my room that keeps letting flies in.  I usually have my door closed.  It probably flew in here to escape the smoke.  -.-

Anyway, I should go to uni to hand in my rather late Beowulf essay. 

Lolz:
"This man he's had so many conversions on the road to Damascus - climate change, reconciliation - if he's going round the marginal electorates handing out money for roads, he ought to make a contribution to the government of Syria to repave the road to Damascus because he's worn it out."
-- Bob Hawke (Former Prime Minister of Australia) on John Howard (current PM), from this article.

I was supposed to find a book for my Old English book review, or some books for my CMC major essay, or decide on a topic for Semantics... but I ended up walking home in the rain with only two books in my bag: Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit and Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson. I'm liking Oranges somewhat more than The Powerbook at the moment, although I think latter was better written. This one's just less pretentious cos it's her first book and she can't make references to her own work if she hasn't got any other.

Okay. Annoyance: Dad bought a new laptop from China (despite his having just bought a PC 2 months ago, which I suppose he's going to leave to gather dust now). As soon as I walked in the front door, he demanded that I set it up for him. So I have. And so there is yet another computer in this house using up MY INTERNET ZOMG. That's not the entire annoyance though, oh no. The guy who brought the laptop here is his friend who will be living in our living room for the next two or three weeks. During this time, they will be filling the entire house with cigarette smoke as they happily puff away together. Urgh. Currently another of their friends is over and they are ALL SMOKING in the kitchen. And I can't even open a door because it's cold and raining outside. -.- Fucking n00bs.

On a completely different topic, ever since I discovered [or rather, wickedkiwi (who is awesome), linked me to] The Lolcat Bible, I've had to consciously suppress my urge to type in lolcat. It's like a disease, I tell you.

Last night, I stayed up far too late again and only got 2 hours sleep before school today. I really need to stop doing this on Wednesday nights, because it means I'm only 60% awake [half awake + 10% extra because Sarah Corvus is so hot] for Bionic Woman on Thursdays. I don't think that will be a problem anymore though, because today was the LAST DAY OF MY DEGREE and I haz no moar skoolz. But I kan haz cheezeburgerz?

And now, I have to go to the dentist.

K bai.