I am SO TIRED. Today has been so long and pointless. Daddy blew out 2 tires and bent a wheel rim on the car last night, so I had to take the bus to school. And it snowed.
My new swear-word is "Oh BAKSHEESH!"
Got a new debit card from TD (hurray! It has my name on it!), and mah sugar (or baksheesh) from the government, and a statement from Lynn Welsh saying I've got all the requirements of my Semiotics Specialist, as soon as I finish this term's courses. YAY! I was worried- the requirements for semiotics change every year, so I wasn't sure I would be up-to-date. But I am. YAY!
On the subject of this term's courses... I've nearly finished my precis, and I've started my anthro-Harry-Potter essay, but I'm scared of it. Also, I found a bunch of really cool books by or about Joseph Campbell that I didn't find when I was at Robarts today. Bugger.
Just trying to convince myself to start working again. I've already been through most of my SNL "Celebrity Jeopardy" collection. There's only so long a girl can stall.
10:12pm
Pretty good progress, roughly half-done. On a roll.
At an agricultural complex in Hindiya near Karbala, about 60 miles south of Baghdad, the 101st Airborne Division found what might be a stash of nerve and blister agents hidden inside barrels in underground bunkers. Initial tests at the agricultural site indicate the presence of non-weaponized chemical agents, said Brig. Gen. Benjamin Freakly.
"It's a liquid chemical, but it hasn't been put in a delivery means or anything that could be dispersed against our soldiers," he said.
It's possible the substances are pesticides, he said. Further tests are being done.
Pesticides? In a known agricultural complex? Those sneaky Iraqi bastards, trying to put the jump on Bush like that. Everyone knows the plague of locusts sent by God was in EGYPT. Nice try, Saddam.
That aside, I kind of do hope Saddam's dead. At least all this would end. Well... sooner.
1:06am
Just finishing up. Go me!
Is it weird to think about your own tombstone?
I don't want trite little sayings or anything, no "Dunroamin'"'s or "We shall not see her like again" or "We buried her years ago. We had to. She was dead." or anything. I want to be able to shut the fuck up in death, at least. But having spent the night working on this damn mythology-related essay (boy, my dreams are going to be Jungian tonight), I've decided I want a phoenix on my tombstone (since I probably won't have a sarcophagus.) I may be only pseudo-Christian, but I like the idea of resurrection on my marker. It brings hope.
What a pity I won't be able to enjoy it, as such.
Readin' you name it, I'm reading it.
Listenin' to something on the news, possibly- not paying attention
Thinkin' about SLEEEEP, which I won't be getting any of, tonight.
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