Cheers to Manney and Graham, who have plugged me repeatedly recently, it seems.
Jeers to the six billion people who will never visit my site, ever.
Then again, I don't care. A very versatile statement, that, for all my new-found humanism.
Two dozen writers are swirling around in my head, bumping into other ideas; I need to clean house but there's too much to do. I'm not stressing, because I don't really get stressed about stuff, especially not when I'm tired. But if I were stressing, I'd be stressing about my British Writers final, which is, of course, tomorrow.
Thankfully, my mastery of the art of procrastination makes writing under pressure a tad easier for me, so I'm free to worry about the identification section, which will suck.
I finally got Reader's Block today, and I'm really excited. I started reading it and just got swept in; so swept in that I almost missed our German party, which was fun, if a trifle tedious. It was at the professor's house, and she has rats and children. Both were quite hyperactive around us students, except for the fat rat, which had serious health problems, being three times the size of the 'slim' rat and all.
Additionally, I talked to The Insurrectionist today, and was reduced to gibbering absurdities in arguments of taste, mainly because most of my opinions are expressed in extremes (i.e. "I hate The Blazing World" or "John Carpenter is the devil") that I can't back up with actual conviction or reason. To think I lost an argument to a Beastie Boys fan.
So I'm gonna try to drop all my extreme opinions, except the ones that I actually believe wholeheartedly, in an attempt to be a better person. It may or may not work out, but I'd rather be myself than so much bluster. I'll still use them in jokes and such, of course, but my histrionics are at an end. Yes, 'histrionics' used in a sentence.
Speaking of words, there's an essay about the more mundane parts of my vocabulary in the Thoughts section. I can't qualify it enough: it's not that exciting, folks. Still, you know the drill.