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Mar. 5th, 2008 06:55 pmVillanelles are hard to write.
On a completely unrelated note, I've forgotten almost all of my elvish. I don't even remember the most basic words, like sky, or tree, or snow (... losse? something that began with an l edit 0722 pm: losse is snow. I have retained one word. so proud of myself!). I ought to pick it up again when I have time, just for the hell of it. Maybe learn Sindarin this time, too.
I have no idea why that suddenly popped into my head, but it did.
Meanwhile, still reading Twenty Years After and Screwtape Letters. I must admit the former's going a lot faster than the latter, and I think I might finish Man in the Iron Mask before Screwtape Letters as well, if it comes to that. >>; I just don't find the latter as funny as all the recommendations say it is. Maybe it's because I live in such a cynical family that I'm impervious to cynicism. Who knows.
School... is dull. Not much to be said of it.
The bench just outside the music building is a great place to sun yourself in, if you come from the over-air-conditioned history building and are freezing to death. Unfortunately, it is made of unpolished wood. That is to say, it splinters. Copiously.
And I was wearing thin sweatpants today.
FUN EH?! *cue maniacal laughter*
(I think I am in a rather melancholy mood right now as I just finished a chapter which concluded with some of Anne of Austria's reflections on the degeneration of France. And her choice in lovers.)
On a completely unrelated note, I've forgotten almost all of my elvish. I don't even remember the most basic words, like sky, or tree, or snow (
I have no idea why that suddenly popped into my head, but it did.
Meanwhile, still reading Twenty Years After and Screwtape Letters. I must admit the former's going a lot faster than the latter, and I think I might finish Man in the Iron Mask before Screwtape Letters as well, if it comes to that. >>; I just don't find the latter as funny as all the recommendations say it is. Maybe it's because I live in such a cynical family that I'm impervious to cynicism. Who knows.
School... is dull. Not much to be said of it.
The bench just outside the music building is a great place to sun yourself in, if you come from the over-air-conditioned history building and are freezing to death. Unfortunately, it is made of unpolished wood. That is to say, it splinters. Copiously.
And I was wearing thin sweatpants today.
FUN EH?! *cue maniacal laughter*
(I think I am in a rather melancholy mood right now as I just finished a chapter which concluded with some of Anne of Austria's reflections on the degeneration of France. And her choice in lovers.)
