Rite
Don't speak to me for a month to come, for I have joined NaNoWriMo.

Voila. O

For The Sound
A small playlist of very good music, just for the heck of it. Sound surprisingly well for 56kbps.

Add to Winamp.
http://dhromed.pliv.com/audio/heck.m3u O

The Terrible Twos
Birthday, 22nd. 11 days from now, funnily enough.

I don't think anything at all has happened in the past year. On the other hand I have the feeling that a whole damn lot has happened. In any case It's been a short, fast year. I don't like fast time like that. Nice and slow is my motto. In my opinion, I should live to be 300.

What bugs me is my latebloomingness. I sometimes feel like a bud among ripening seed pods. Damn fear. Maybe I should have a few fast years, just to try and catch up a little bit on what I've missed and am missing right now. Luckily I have a talent for catching on. Let's hope it's enough. O

Reasoning
You don't want some people to see the moments of insanity, often not because of shame, but because you fear they might doubt your abilities as a stable person, despite the fact that they have and undergo the very same human insanities every now and then. O

Colour
When the sunlight hits the blinds in my bedroom full-on, the room begets this extremely lovely warm yellowish haze. Too bad there is very bad wallpaper on the walls (there should be a ban on wallpaper. You don't put paper on walls. Come on, people!). I'd like to see them painted in a kind of soft, warm tone. Kind of like these:

(all Pantone Solid Matte, as displayed in Photoshop 7)





Unfortunately, I don't own the bedroom so I can't do what I like with it. O

Keyboard Usage
I often think in terms of my log. Little pieces of text that, in my head, are shaped like posts, complete with titles and paragraphs. I've done that ever since I started this baby almost three years ago (three already! Three more months.).

During my semi-offline time — semi, because I am online both at work and at school — here in this temporary apartment, I've also done that. The difference was that the pieces were somewhat longer, and also the fact that I couldn't log the words straight away which made it ever more clear that they were log-thoughts.

The words were crisp in my head, the mental monlogues and fictive dialogues clear, sane and uninterrupted for the most part. I've forgotten most of it. Over, across and scattered through future posts, I'll see what I can recover, possibly by reading back through my sketch/draw/note book. Because I'd really like to see the words in writing. O

23 Oct 2003
Half an hour ago, the cable guy came and installed the cable modem.

I love cable.

There are no settings. It just works.

HAHAHAHA.

Sorry for that mouth-foaming-addiction tone. O

Call Me Al
I believe I said I never posted from school. I must have lied, I suppose.

I'm mobile. Sony Erriccssonn T310. It's cool enough, though I downloaded Space Invaders (cost me a whole €, godblyme) and it's not quick enough for me to play to smoothly. But then again, I bought a phone, not a Game Boy (see also: N-Gage, otherwise known as refridgerator).

I'll have you know that I actually wanted to the one in the ads, the T610 (I think), with the smooth black shininess and the little camera, but it wasn't available prepaid and a subscription is just too expensive. I don't phone away € 30,- in a month.

I'm also very, very happy with the ability to upgrade the credit online, since I don't have to go out and buy a card, and throw it away ten seconds later. O

Shiny Gould
Erasing quoting Gould on The North:

"In general, I found that the characters who had stuck out long enough and removed themselves from the sense of curiosity about what their colleagues were thinking, or how the world reacted to what they had done, developed in an extraordinary way and underwent an extreme metamorphosis."

"I don't know what the effective ratio would be, but I've always had some sort of intuition that for every hour you spend in the company of other human beings, you need 'x' number of hours alone. Now, what 'x' represents I don't really know; it might be two and seven-eighths or seven and two-eighths, but it is a substantial ratio."

I should go off into the north. Sadly, directly to my north, there is nothing but very cold water. Scandinavia then? North-Canada? O

Make It So
Groceries.
Will just have to locate the supermarket. O

Momentary
This weekend, the big small move to my cousin's boyfriend's apartment will take place.

Nervous?

Yes. A bit. I try to ignore it for the time being, so that I can break down when I have the opportunity.

Excited?

Equally excited as nervous. I'm also annoyed at all the things that have to be done, and, being the lazy bitch that I am, I have had some I don't wanna–thoughts.

My mother has a good cookbook* that I can use.

Also, I'll have to arrange internet there, and since I rarely post from work, and even more rarely (i.e. never) from school, posting might get a bit sparse. Unless the Powers That Be hook me up in the first week, in which case no one's going to notice, in which case this entire paragraph is moot. Yay.

*) It contains a recipe for baking an egg, and I've found I've been doing it wrong all those years. You're supposed to let it simmer and solidify slowly on a low fire, not scorch&flip on a fully opened flame. I don't think it'll be much difference, though. O

Umpf
I think that this is the most powerful image I have. The look in those eyes, just shouts:

YOU!

As if the viewer has her full, undivided and unrelenting attention. It's giving me the feeling that I should know something, be aware of something, or take some kind of action — though I have no idea what. O