:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Monday, October 20, 2003 ::

[ posed...to DEATH! ]
A few extremely minor changes to the blog's template, done for no greater purpose than my own sense of control over html, a false one if there was one. Like, subtle colour changes. I was going to go with a red or something, but yikes, did it look like a sweater from The Gap. I guess there's a good reason I chose the template I did. One of these days I'm going to be a total whore and take the whole thing into FrontPage or something. Speaking of which, Dad got a copy of Office XP from Pakistan for the equivalent of FIFTY CENTS, less really. The blank media I got from Costco didn't come that cheap; 27 cents a blank, as opposed to 2 CDs of Microsoft goods. Superb.

Life's been mercifully free of people asking me how fall break went. I totally wasted it, I suppose, compared to breaks like Andrew's, which were spent hiking and roadtripping and other worthwhile things. Although break's over, studying still hasn't seemed to happen yet, and it definitely needs to: midterms were not satisfactory. Seeing psych services was almost counterproductive this week, in that it reminded me of all things that were unhealthy about my outlook on work, and (I suspect) put them back into effect...oops. Surely that's some sort of diagnosable, documented side effect of clinical psych. Retrograde self-evaluation, I guess.

Sunday evening was dedicated to the ever-controversial Giant Robo, which pulls a turnaround of equal magnitude to Moby's career, only in the opposite direction. Storyboarding of the gods, excellent ranting monologues, appreciated twists, a stellar score, and a good cast of characters. But only after the first half, which is TERRIBLE. The voiceovers are putridly laughable, and take a fair bit of getting used to.

Unfortunately, the monumental quantity of Giant Robo wound up in me Doing My Woman Wrong, as she was freaking out a little about a test, and failed to get the calming, soothing love that .

6 days until 3 years. Holy Deuce. I hope I find what I'm looking for, 'cause it would floor Her ;)

The Physics must be done tonight, as though it were due tomorrow. Surprisingly, I've felt the need strongly enough not to need to repeat it to myself, like a mantra I don't believe. Unfortunately, that means I should take the fuck off, and not sit here blogging and AIMing the night away, because as (relatively) easy as the problem set is, I'm still slow. Slow, and gone.

:: Aziz 3:58 AM [+] ::
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