Psapphirical

I spent way too long on Tumblr yesterday because I couldn't deal with my the world's issues, and Tumblr is like rainbow crack that makes everything better. 

Today turned out to be a wonderful day.  All (two) of my English Language classes went really well.  My smart Year 11 class enjoyed the lesson on Beowulf and Old English; I'm so happy.  And I didn't have to see my Year 7s all day - BAM, instant win. 

Then I read two articles in the newspaper that made me feel like the world was okay:
1) To know us is to let us love 
2) Missing for eight years, pet cat turns up 

I'm still holding out the hope that Stormy will come home one day.  When he's done travelling Finland. *nods*

The last and best thing about today was that I came home to find a package from red_said.  There's nothing quite like getting real mail.  <3

I'm eating chestnuts and remembering how Stormy used to be crazy about them. They were like catnip or something. Stupid cat.

I am incredibly stressed out this week. I can't tell you how much. I'm so over this 18 week semester thing. Semesters should be 12 weeks long damnit.

Also, I should apologise for my utter failure at replying to comments lately. Please do keep commenting though. Even if I don't reply, I still read and appreciate them a lot.

In other news, I wish I lived in Finland.

Today is a momentous day! Stormy has made his debut as a Lolcat.

Please to be voting for him (you can do this by clicking on the pics under the link and giving cheezburgers).

( I maded lolcats. Go see! )

K bai.

I should be sleeping, but I can't sleep. Mum recruited me to work in the cafe tomorrow, which means an 8am start. Pfft. I haven't gotten up that early since high school.

Over the last couple of days I've had a lot of dreams about Stormy coming home. It's quite torturous. Because he hasn't.

I miss that stupid cat. I miss his stinky cat breath when he yawned widely right in my face. I miss how he'd attack my hand with his claws out but gently enough that it (usually) didn't hurt. I miss the warm dent he left at the foot of my bed after sleeping there for hours curled up in a lazy ball of fluff. I miss how he liked to hide around a corner and then jump out and playfully attack my feet as I'm walking down the corridor. I miss how he'd follow me for as long as he dared when I left the house to walk to the train station and how he'd sit on the pavement looking at me while I walked away. I miss how he'd lick my tears away when I cried.

*sigh*

I finally checked my uni results... 10 days after they came out. The delay wasn't for any particular reason (such as dread), but because I tend to lose track of the time rather easily these days. I don't think it's WoW's fault. It's more that I don't have anything to mark the time that passes by. Anyway, my results for last semester were:

Violence and Gender in Europe 1400-1900: H1
Second Language Learning and Teaching: H2A
Language and Culture: H1
Syntax: P

That's the first P I've ever received. It looked markedly alien next to all the Hs. But I deserved it, considering I stupidly overslept that morning and only finished 1/3 of the Syntax take home exam. Heh.

In other news, I watched Loving Anabelle the other day. I enjoyed it muchly. Erin Kelly is hawt.

In other, other news, all the Christmas decorations in the World of Warcraft remind me of the Discworld MUD Hogswatch (Christmas) festivities, which make me feel a bit nostalgic. I have some good memories amongst all those lines of text. Such as kissing quew for the first time under the mistletoe... and making a Wizard character purely for the reason of magically producing a bouquet of flowers to give to random girls whenever I wanted... and repeatedly getting thrown out of the Assassin's Guild as a result of repeatedly trying to kiss the Assassin's Guild bath attendant (an NPC). Those were good days. :-)

...And when my LJ entry descends into a pointless reminiscing of my geeky and lecherous past, I think it's time for me to go to bed. *nods*

Godnatt.

Zomg. My cat is crazy. So I'm eating an apple, and I off the sticker and stick it on Stormy's neckpuff for fun. And what does he do? He licks it off, sniffs it a bit... and eats it (with an audible gulp)!

*shakes head* That cat will eat anything.

In other news, I deleted Xena, my level 27 Night Elf Druid, and recreated her as a Human Rogue, looking much sexier and, well, less purple. Until I can get a horse at level 40, I have a pet parrot named Argo. Apparently, Xena is still in her pirating "10 winters ago" days. :-)

Also, Lishesque is now a big, buff, level 50 warrior. /flex. Oooo so strong.

Finished reading Wicked last night. *kicks Toto*

That is all.

I cannot even begin to express my rage with words. CANNOT EXPRESS MY RAAAAAGGGGGGEEEEE.

Gah. So close. SO CLOSE!!! Fucking ref!!!

...

And Stormy still hasn't come home.

*weeps*

People handing out "The Epoch Times" really should not stand in the middle of the entrance to Melbourne Central during peak hours while handing out said newspaper. Many people have to divert their course rapidly to avoid colliding with them.

I'm on a bit of a high from finishing the last of my assignments this semester. As of today, I am done with the Russian Revolution 131-050. And you know what? I'm never going to do modern history ever again - it's just way too political. Next year I'll do something fun and relatively unrelated to contemporary world politics like... the Vikings. But anyway, no more assignments for almost 2 months. *twitch of joy*

Hmm. *steeples fingers* My first Phonetics exam isn't until next Thursday. What should I do in the mean time? Should I watch a movie? Play a video game? Read some fan fic? Take over the world? Sleep? Ahh, so much time, so little to do...

Dad says Stormy got attacked by and fought with a possum today. He lost. And ran away. What a pussy. (badoom chish) :D

Jackie, RETURN MY LIBRARY CARD! Or I shall steal your first born. And feed it to my cat. So that it can grow. And defeat possums. Mail it to me if you must!

Finally, I wish to say that the internet has been working adequately for practically all of today. So very, very tentatively, I shall declare my internet unbrokened (unbrokened because it certainly isn't fixed yet).

Yay.

I just came home from driving and let Stormy into my room and started reading LJ comments and... I see Stormy playing with and occasionally biting a big black eight legged thing.

"Oh how cute, he's playing with the plastic spider I brought back from Dracula's"

...

"Waitaminute..."

"OMG IT'S A REAL SPIDER" O.O

*runs away*

So now there's a slobbery spider carcass somewhere in my room and I don't know where it is. Let's hope I don't find it on my pillow. >.o