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bending_sickleSee what I did there? Oh gods, tired.
Have so much to do today yet and why does every bank hate me?!?
Have been to a total of 3 ATMs of 2 different banks and have tried 2 different bank cards and the ATMs are either having tecnical difficulties (one bank) or just plain refuse to do anything for me.
I neeeeeeed money. Seriously. Like, to keep a roof on my head. I seriously need to get cash out tomorrow, 'cause it'll be the 2nd of June and damn does my landlord get peeved if he has to drive 40 minutes (not hours, but from the way he whines about it, you'd think it was the Guerilla-Warfare highway) and doesn't get cash to show for it.
I was also planning on folding my laundry, the one I hastily put away this morning, but its still humid. Gah!
And then there's the hungry mouth to feed (mine), the body to exercise (also mine) and the brother (sometimes mine) to call.
Sweet fucking god.
Exam went alright. The reading section had evil questions, like "the article definately said this was true" when what the article said was "well, we sorta imply this might happen". The listening was hell, although one bit was an interview with Picasso's a) granddaughter, b) daughter of his second son or c) daughter of his illegitimate son. The written bit was a letter to the editor about an article promoting television's role to be purely entertainment, and zero information ("to hell with that" was my response, frenchified) and a story starting with the phrase, "That was the first time I saw it/him, and unfortunately the last." I wrote a fictional account of riding on my bicycle to the lake for a picnic ("pique-nique") and seeing a swan sleeping on the edge of the river. I then proceed to admire the swam until it goes away. End of glamorous essay.
Tomorrow oral exam then, if I have cash and juggle the times right, I'll go see X-Men (not dubbed, thankyouverymuch).
Have so much to do today yet and why does every bank hate me?!?
Have been to a total of 3 ATMs of 2 different banks and have tried 2 different bank cards and the ATMs are either having tecnical difficulties (one bank) or just plain refuse to do anything for me.
I neeeeeeed money. Seriously. Like, to keep a roof on my head. I seriously need to get cash out tomorrow, 'cause it'll be the 2nd of June and damn does my landlord get peeved if he has to drive 40 minutes (not hours, but from the way he whines about it, you'd think it was the Guerilla-Warfare highway) and doesn't get cash to show for it.
I was also planning on folding my laundry, the one I hastily put away this morning, but its still humid. Gah!
And then there's the hungry mouth to feed (mine), the body to exercise (also mine) and the brother (sometimes mine) to call.
Sweet fucking god.
Exam went alright. The reading section had evil questions, like "the article definately said this was true" when what the article said was "well, we sorta imply this might happen". The listening was hell, although one bit was an interview with Picasso's a) granddaughter, b) daughter of his second son or c) daughter of his illegitimate son. The written bit was a letter to the editor about an article promoting television's role to be purely entertainment, and zero information ("to hell with that" was my response, frenchified) and a story starting with the phrase, "That was the first time I saw it/him, and unfortunately the last." I wrote a fictional account of riding on my bicycle to the lake for a picnic ("pique-nique") and seeing a swan sleeping on the edge of the river. I then proceed to admire the swam until it goes away. End of glamorous essay.
Tomorrow oral exam then, if I have cash and juggle the times right, I'll go see X-Men (not dubbed, thankyouverymuch).
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Public Service Announcement
Date: 2006-06-02 11:31 pm (UTC)Don't go see X-Men!
Yes I know. The first two were fantastic.
Yes I know. Wolverine is one of the men you would kill another woman to sleep with.
Yes I know. Like sell your immortal soul to be able to sleep with him.
Yes I know. Jean Luc Picard is in these movies, and how can anything he is in be bad. I mean, I LOVED Star Trek: The Next Generation, and it was STAR TREK FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!
Yes I know: Ditto for Ian McKellan and the Lord of the Rings.
But by the end of the movie we couldn't stop laughing. Not only because of the cheesy dialogue, mind you (which could have been written by an eight year old). We were laughing in the way that you laugh when you have just watched from the side of the track as a train wreck happens or a bomb explodes and what you are seeing, the limbs on the ground and the dead children, is so horrific and you are in such shock that you are laughing. Laughing, because otherwise you would be crying.
Jane and I spent most of the movie with our heads in our hands.
HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO THE X-MEN MOVIES!
All I can say is "Rent it!" And consume a bottle of wine first. But for the love of God, do not hand that theatre your money.