"Some Folks Like Their Sugar..."
Feb. 10th, 2005 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Ooooh...!
I seem to be in a very bizarre state of ecstasy, and have been all day long. I got up late, but because I love the book I'm treadmilling with now, I enjoyed that; I had my breakfast cereal with less than a fourth cup of milk because we ran out, and it amused me happily.
I had strawberries for lunch, which I shared with Waen.
I did my Latin to Joan Baez, but then Waen went off and took her cassette with her, so I brought down Peter, Paul and Mary. I did my math, and then made some valentines; I did my application for SYWC, and then made pistachio-olive bread for Mum. I danced around the kitchen for a while.
I've got to do Milton now, but I don't even care, despite that I can't stand him because of the way Da' has us do him; I'm even excited. After Milton, my bread will be done and I'll go read Benvenuto Cellini, that delightful bastard.
After that, it's a toss-up between Bert Rigby and valentines. Probably I'll end up doing valentines, because I've got to get them finished, but I don't know. Lord, who knows?*
My Peter, Paul and Mary is despicably loud.
Mum just telephoned home and said I was an inexplicable child. I think she's just pleased that I'm in such a pleasant humour after the hysterics we had all last week. She also promised to buy me doilies for my valentines.
I've brought down the CDs to copy for Natalie, and checked several things online regarding secrets, and am getting out ye olde packaging implements.
I'm just very awfully happy for no reason at all. ^______^
Now I must go face Milton, I think. Au'voir!
*I have been having loads of trouble getting time to watch all the wonderful films I've gotten as gifts lately. It's just that in a twenty-four hour day, between work, school, treadmilling, and Other Stuff, I keep running out of available hours. I apologise to all those whose films I haven't had a chance to see yet.
I seem to be in a very bizarre state of ecstasy, and have been all day long. I got up late, but because I love the book I'm treadmilling with now, I enjoyed that; I had my breakfast cereal with less than a fourth cup of milk because we ran out, and it amused me happily.
I had strawberries for lunch, which I shared with Waen.
I did my Latin to Joan Baez, but then Waen went off and took her cassette with her, so I brought down Peter, Paul and Mary. I did my math, and then made some valentines; I did my application for SYWC, and then made pistachio-olive bread for Mum. I danced around the kitchen for a while.
I've got to do Milton now, but I don't even care, despite that I can't stand him because of the way Da' has us do him; I'm even excited. After Milton, my bread will be done and I'll go read Benvenuto Cellini, that delightful bastard.
After that, it's a toss-up between Bert Rigby and valentines. Probably I'll end up doing valentines, because I've got to get them finished, but I don't know. Lord, who knows?*
My Peter, Paul and Mary is despicably loud.
Mum just telephoned home and said I was an inexplicable child. I think she's just pleased that I'm in such a pleasant humour after the hysterics we had all last week. She also promised to buy me doilies for my valentines.
I've brought down the CDs to copy for Natalie, and checked several things online regarding secrets, and am getting out ye olde packaging implements.
I'm just very awfully happy for no reason at all. ^______^
Now I must go face Milton, I think. Au'voir!
*I have been having loads of trouble getting time to watch all the wonderful films I've gotten as gifts lately. It's just that in a twenty-four hour day, between work, school, treadmilling, and Other Stuff, I keep running out of available hours. I apologise to all those whose films I haven't had a chance to see yet.
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Date: 2005-02-11 02:26 am (UTC)Finally, Soujin decided just to begin telling people she had no television at all, using the word in its loosest sense to mean 'no television [programs]', because that just made life easier. However, to those who truly wanted to know, she would admit to having a VCR. In general, this satisfies.
Now you know my dirty little secret. *g*