mmm. blah.

There is no human way I shall manage to finish all I need to do to the quality that is expected, especially if I yet again get sick. All I could think of when the floor mother was talking about Narnia was, hey, that's like extra time! I could go there and do my homework and come back and only a minute or so would have passed! I need a wardrobe like that! But miracles happen, yes? I live in hope. As in, I live in denial, but I call it hope.

horror vacui

Another day of fighting the blanks. Essays are not my friends.

I hate essays.

If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Dmitri Shostakovich! I am a shy, nervous, unassuming, fidgety, and stuttery little person who began composing the same year I started music lessons of any sort. I wrote the first of my fifteen symphonies at age 18, and my second opera, "Lady Macbeth of the Mtsensk District," when I was only 26. Unfortunately, Stalin hated the opera, and put me on the Enemy Of The People List for life. I nevertheless kept composing the works I wanted to write in private; some of my vocal cycles and 15 string quartets mock the Soviet System in notes. And I somehow was NOT killed in the process! And Harry Potter(c) stole my glasses and broke them! Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test

If I were one of Elgar's Enigma Variations, I would be Richard Penrose Arnold (R.P.A.). I am a good-natured fellow with a quiet disposition, enjoying serious literary discussion enormously. I have the misfortune, however, of having an extraordinarily unusual laugh. HA-ha-ha, ha-ha-HA-ha-ha! Who would you be? Enigma Variations Personality Test

Take the Celebrity Deathwish Test!

I felt the need to procrastinate. I've not taken my head out of a book since 8:30 this morning today, and they were all relevant to school books too.

I love George Orwell to death and this past week between essays and tests and assignments and presentations I have been reading far too many crazy Russian writers considering I'm not actually studying any of them.
I also read a poem supposedly about Jesus to be about Lucifer, but I fortunately did not put my hand up before the uniqueness of my interpretation was made clear to me, so I stayed quiet. Not that that's not usual, though...
That whole awareness/intelligence/concentration thing has been eluding me of late.

I have too much work to do. I'm not used to this research essay nonsense. Actual knowledge does not concern me! Analysis of uselessness is what I like! That's why I'm in English!
.geez.

It's been windy lately. Last week I thought I'd accidentally left my browser to this page again (the first time I did that it was seriously unnerving) but no, this time it was the wind for real. Unless here is haunted by supernatural wolves or something. *shifty glancing*
Coffee is life.

I rather dislike nosebleed-inducing headaches. They interfere with concentration, and I'm bad at that in the first place.
You know what's the most evil word in the entire world? Potential, that's what. It makes me tired.