A handsome piece of deformity.

Argh.

Past two weeks, I’ve accumulated a small army of papers to mark. Funny thing is, even in the face of being overwhelmed, I can’t bring myself to care enough to start grading. I am totally exhausted and apathy has claimed me for her own.

“Return of the King” was neat, though I had to keep reminding myself that “the movies aren’t the books; the movies are adaptations of the books.” A very satisfying conclusion to an epic set of movies, though I’m dying to see the extended version. The inner fanboy, the Tolkien die-hard, knows full well what some of the cut scenes are and, frankly, I can’t wait.

Need tea. Coffee. Something to drink. Good thing the kettle’s boiling.

Achieved 160 helis last night; funny how lil’ Flash games can be so bloody addictive.

Today I’m off to see the marathon screening of the Lord of the Rings trilogy at the local cinema. Eleven straight hours of Jackson-adapted Tolkien, baby! Listening to Squaremeter’s “War of Sound” compact disc to warm myself up a bit.

137 helis, baby! A new personal best!

I am such a geek.

Woke up feeling melancholic. Crazy and disturbing dreams.

Sense something happening; glimpses of pieces moving but am unable to ascertain the logic or identity of the forces at work. Feeling odd. Running through the streets amidst ignorant masses. Too much coffee, maybe. Vivisection isn’t something to witness. Hellfire in a barrel. Throw away your cups and tubs and buckets and never oh never cup your hands together for their forces aren’t yours to wield and

The sky is broken.

Weird dreams. Troubled sleep. Watch for Wormwood.

Brief annoyance…receiving a copy of an assignment from a fellow staff member, only to find that it’s riddled with errors. I mean, I’m grateful for not having to re-invent the wheel — I’ve an assignment to give, without having had to create it myself — but having to re-type the entire thing because of grammatical mistakes and whatnot is a real time-waster.

Beyond that, Autechre rules. Yay for a great soundtrack to work to!

Good god, I made coffee this morning and, just between you and I, I think I made it just a tad strong. A tad too strong, that is. I mean, wow. Wow. WOW! I think, of the few cups I made, one cup’ll have to suffice — don’t think I can hold my hand steady enough to poor me another one. Yikes.

In other news, I continue to be dismayed by how disorganized I’ve been since moving. This is due, primarily, to Outlook Express refusing to import my carefully organized and exported mailboxes — this has caused the loss of, oh, a good year or two of emails which included a lot of, to me, very important information. All gone, bye-bye. *grumble*

Ah, well. Off calm to down, shower, and lesson plan. Lots of lesson planning. Maybe lots of calming down, too, depending on the toxicity of my next cup of…wait, no! NO MORE COFFEEEE!

Very.

Home for dinner, running back to the office right away.

Something has to be said first, though…

Happy tenth birthday, DOOM!

In other news, no, but I was tempted. Very, very tempted.

I am so out of time with you,
pulled from the stream of passage
in your presence,
all else ceases
accelerates
somersaults
ceases

Blogger’s been bloody flaky of late, not allowing me to update nearso much as I’d have liked. Anyways, here I am…!

Came home for lunch today, the Day of Perpetual Prep, as I’ve started calling it in my mind. Good thing, too, as I need as much rest and relaxation as I can get to better prepare for tonight’s scheduled meetings.

Sipping some coffee (yum!) and lamenting the absence of mine love. Pity she weren’t here right…NOW! *ahem*

*ahem*

Er. :)

Suppose I’d best, uh, keep relaxing before I leave in the next twenty minutes. I’m out!

*tap tap tap*

This is me, waiting impatiently for my friend to arrive.

*tap tap tap*

Had I …scratch that. He just buzzed. Neat! Time to show the place off, and maybe even drink a slurpee. And on a school night, too!

Ok, so, a few things I’ve learned since moving out:

1) Washer and dryers don’t necessarily work the way their supposed to. I mean, shit, you’re supposed to just put in wet clothes in the dryer and then dry clothes are supposed to come out, right? What am I doing wrong?!

2) Defrosting a bagel in the microwave for too long results in a bagel-sized piece of leather. I’m still stubbornly chewing the damn thing.

3) Moving out is a sign of independence, yet I am dependent upon the help of others when moving big-ass pieces of furniture.

4) I have a huge CD collection.

5) Food has never before tasted so good. Paying for the stuff does wonders for its taste.

6) I’m cold, hungry, and there are wolves chasing me…oh, wait. Nope. I may be lonely, but wolves can’t get into the building without a key, I can turn the heat up whenever I want to whatever I want, and I can eat whenever it strikes my fancy.

7) The Blaster worm that’s making its rounds on the internet is a huge pain in the ass. I had my cable modem set up for all of three minutes before my newly established IP address was fux0red by the bloody thing.

8) *censored*

9) Furthering the aforementioned point: I’m good with my hands! Put together a few units from Ikea, with help and without, with no trouble in no time.

10) My girlfriend is very generous with her time and assistance, and my place wouldn’t look nearly as good as what it does without her. Thanks, love!

Should anyone choose to put two and two together while reading this post, I insist that, to protect the innocent, you come up with five. :)

Well, well, well. Look who’s back… INTERNET!

In other news, I am the very definition of ‘the walking dead’ this morning.

Bid good night and safe passage with a wave,
found (my) weakness in words without meaning.

Started at the lights until they swam,
the pen until it ebbed and flowed.

Familiarity adds to love a new dimension;
I’d march into Hell with you at my side.