three in the morning productions

slipping

I owe it to a friend to keep a promise. And I do keep promises! Only, maybe... in this case, later than sooner. At any rate, I was struck with a sudden inspiration to begin on a most fantastic project, and you know, inspiration with me is always as timely as the flu. He kept his promise however, and it arrived in a delightful little brown package yesterday. I think there's enough anime to sustain me through the semester. The surprise sparked a rumbling sermon from the parents to which I pleasantly responded with, "Mama, Papa-- what you need is to have more Faith in people." Yes, notice how I made use of such a Bible-friendly word as 'Faith.' My parents are quite receptive to such maneuvers. Well it kept them quiet for a little while anyway--enough time for my dad to think of a comeback so ~astonishing~ in regard to his nature--something about him only having Faith in his God or something. But when all else fails, laugh in their faces. Pleasantly.

On another note, I pray I'll never have a someone who buys me chopped liver for Valentines. The horrific story came from an online article on why singles oughtn't sulk when that poor excuse for a holiday rolls around. Still, it's something that my dad would do for my mum. For her birthday, which was this past Monday, he gave her a card in which he expressed how he had no sufficient way of expressing his love for her. And so (guessing from his fatalistic mentality), why bother? Ahh, to my perfectly unromantic parents. I really do wonder why my mother married him. If I ask her, I'm sure her response will be along the lines of, "Oh, he just happened to be around at the time." Heh, not that ~I~ should complain.

Progress reports came out today and I'm simply getting by. I'm getting behind on the booknotes for Gov. and Lit. Mag is really like a shock of boot up the ass every morning. My French report is the worst, but that's only because I'm misunderstood. Mme. Cooper has this unwavering impression of me as Miss Psycho Freako. The only bit missing was a note to my parents describing how, "This student must learn to apply herself and must cease to partake in unusual behavior such as the laughing out randomly and the carrying of conversations with the wall." I'm almost at the point where I've dropped all restraints and I'll indulge whatever I feel like doing at the moment.

It's my last year--it's my worst year--and I didn't get my dream. Motivation? *blink blink* I'm bored... I want to wonder off now.

02.12.03 - 7:48 p.m.

	slipping I owe it to a friend to keep a promise. And I do keep promises! Only, maybe... in this case, later than sooner. At any rate, I was struck with a sudden inspiration to begin on a most fantastic project, and you know, inspiration with me is always as timely as the flu. He kept his promise however, and it arrived in a delightful little brown package yesterday. I think there's enough anime to sustain me through the semester. The surprise sparked a rumbling sermon from the parents to which I pleasantly responded with, "Mama, Papa-- what you need is to have more Faith in people." Yes, notice how I made use of such a Bible-friendly word as 'Faith.' My parents are quite receptive to such maneuvers. Well it kept them quiet for a little while anyway--enough time for my dad to think of a comeback so ~astonishing~ in regard to his nature--something about him only having Faith in his God or something. But when all else fails, laugh in their faces. Pleasantly. On another note, I pray I'll never have a someone who buys me chopped liver for Valentines. The horrific story came from an online article on why singles oughtn't sulk when that poor excuse for a holiday rolls around. Still, it's something that my dad would do for my mum. For her birthday, which was this past Monday, he gave her a card in which he expressed how he had no sufficient way of expressing his love for her. And so (guessing from his fatalistic mentality), why bother? Ahh, to my perfectly unromantic parents. I really do wonder why my mother married him. If I ask her, I'm sure her response will be along the lines of, "Oh, he just happened to be around at the time." Heh, not that ~I~ should complain. Progress reports came out today and I'm simply getting by. I'm getting behind on the booknotes for Gov. and Lit. Mag is really like a shock of boot up the ass every morning. My French report is the worst, but that's only because I'm misunderstood. Mme. Cooper has this unwavering impression of me as Miss Psycho Freako. The only bit missing was a note to my parents describing how, "This student must learn to apply herself and must cease to partake in unusual behavior such as the laughing out randomly and the carrying of conversations with the wall." I'm almost at the point where I've dropped all restraints and I'll indulge whatever I feel like doing at the moment. It's my last year--it's my worst year--and I didn't get my dream. Motivation? blink blink I'm bored... I want to wonder off now. 02.12.03 - 7:48 p.m.