And the silence of the shining stone
like the shattering crystal of the poet cries:
"I the enigma undefined,
the error of my age;
the players and the play defamed
that tread a timeless stage.
Ay! both hero and the rake,
of tragedy and of comic parts;
the dirge at many a wake
and the wit that veins the farce."
Oscar Wilde
This layout is an Act of Clawed.
Saturday, January 26, 2002
:::mmm::: *purrs* warm clothing fresh out of the dryer, and steak for dinner ^_^ It's the little things that make the fact that I'm avoiding my homework even more fun.
Long week, long day. Bird is gone without a word to anyone, the Exam the second week of school, Lora out of town so no game, one of my players gone for good, my presentation for lab was a complete and total disaster and my computer still doesn't like me. I need a vacation already. *look at her homework* ::sigh::
Bird, once again, if you wouldn't mind at least saying something to at least one of us? we're starting to feel rather... worried...
Icchan, Ragabash, hope computer and other problems work out.
One down, one to go... the exam is done and I have exactly four hours in which to either finish my presentation for lab or come up with an incredible explanation as to why I can't do my presentation. Then, I will have exactly two hours to prepare for game. I can only hope that those who will be on campus tonight (all two of you, since I can't persuade one of you to join the group permanently and the other is out of town unexpectedly) will be there, or it becomes rather pointless. One PC out of a party of four... er, three.. is rather... defenseless.
And i discovered that Netscape hates my links page and my blog... Oh, well. It also hates large portions of the pages I am linked to/visit. I'm not fixing it, largely because I don't know how.
Aaahhhh... chocolate ^_^. And Kenshin ^_^x. And chocolate and Kenshin. Riiight, clawed, back to work with you.
And, so, instead of doing my homework I finish up a rougher version of a layout I wanted to do a while ago and didn't for Crystal Ball. I still can't make the page do what I want, but it's a change, at least.
*screams in frustration* I hate Dr. Stearns, I hate her! She had to pick this week for me to do a presentation in lab meeting. *looks at the list of things to get done in the next twelve hours and passes out.*
*blink* Bird, this is a bit sudden... I know is everything alright is a very stupid question right now, and that I probably won't get an answer, but...
*growl* proof that one should always read completely through a journal article before choosing it as a presentation. Abstracts conveniently skip around inconvinient facts, such as the fact that the study came up negative.
Just when I find the perfect article for my presentation in my lab meetings on friday, it gives exactly the wrong conclusion. *sigh*
aw, rats. It's alive. Oh, well, we'll hold the wake for Icchan after he explains our plans for said wake to the one who was to be the subject of said wake... ^_^
Amending last night's post, for those who inquired about my mental state. It's just been both a really good and a really bad week, good because Icchan was here ^_^ and bad because technology hates me. But it's amazing what a decent night's sleep will do for your outlook in the morning. And amazing what an exam the second week of classes will do to that imporved outlook.
Speaking of which, Bird, perhaps get together in the next two days... ok, tonight or tomorrow... and compare notes for said exam?... of course, Prof. Sturtevant spent todays lecture lecturing about... one topic.... which, I suppose, I now know everything about.... *shakes her head in confusion*
off to review session and will sit and make notes for Friday's game, since a lot of mine had to be scrapped after the permanent dissappeareance (who still owes me an explanation, BTW) of Tunk the Frost Dwarf and his player.
The last week was both very fun *thanks to Icchan ^_^* and very "I I-want-to-bash-myself-in-the-head" (thanks to everything else). I'd say more, but I'm tired, frustrated, and a bit depressed.