Oh, well, it’s only for another two days.
The next Maths assignment was handed in today. Which was a feeling of extreme yayness, even if it was quite a bit more difficult than the first. *shrugs* And there as nothing quite so simultaneously relieving and irritating as working on an assignment all weekend, and yet only manage to work out how to do a problem at 1.30AM the assignment is due in. Well, at least I am certain I passed this one.
And I have a programming test on Friday, and a Psych lab report due in next Monday. And a Maths test next Tuesday. This is Not Good.
I wore a Dalek t-shirt to Uni yesterday. It was much fun. *hearts Dalek t-shirt*
Yesterday also had the rather interesting occurrence of me listening to my Psych tutor mock Scientology for an entire two hours. To which my only thought was, “Good for him.” I mean, Scientology is so very easy to mock, and there is nothing quite so eminently mockable as Scientologists. *cough**TomCruise**cough*
I mean, if I wanted to join a religion created by a Science Fiction writer, I’d become a Jedi.
Note: I have a long and varied history of mocking Scientology. Just the other day I found part of a story I was writing back in Year 10 (2002) – yes, three years ago – and I was quite snarky about Scientology there. And about Tom Cruise. I was quite prophetic about Tommy-boy, I must say. Though Scientology wasn’t the only religion I gave a pasting to in said story. None of them come out all that well, really. I mean, when Satan is one of the main characters, and portrayed in a positive light, what else can you expect?
Rynne! How could you! I shall have to watch out for fountain pens from now on…
Though, I do like those final words. Say something memorable, that’s the ticket!
Drakyndra in Lie Another Day |
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I shall repeat for some more amusing results.
Drakyndra in Bad Blood Loss |
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Go to your iTunes/media player/mp3 player and put it all on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.
What do you think of me, iTunes?
“My Poor Brain”, Foo Fighters.
Nice. I make my iTunes’ brain hurt when it thinks about me. That’s…actually kinda impressive.
Will I have a happy life?
“One Last Shot”, Pirate of the Caribbean Soundtrack.
So, either you think I have had a very unhappy life so far, and have a last chance to make it happy, or I have had multiple unhappy past lives, and this one is my last chance to have a happy one.
Or you think I should be shot.
Cheery.
What do my friends really think of me?
“Flagpole Sitta”, Harvey Danger.
Interesting. I rather thought they saw we as rather opinionated, but you, almighty iTunes, are the font of all knowledge, so I bow down to your superior knowledge. *grovels*
Do people secretly lust after me?
”Holiday”, Weezer.
Well, that doesn’t answer the question! iTunes would rather go on holiday than answer that one, which is quite a depressing thought. Unless it is saying that people on holiday lust after me.
Hmmm…*ponders*
How can I make myself happy?
”Welcome to Paradise”, Green Day.
I should head to paradise, huh? Well, I have no problems with that idea. *starts packing*
What should I do with my life?
”The Human Hosepipe”, Harry and the Potters.
Soooo, I should devote my life to crying endlessly. And possibly helping out in drought afflicted areas.
Not really a long-term ambition of mine, but I shall look into it.
Why must life be so full of pain?
”Subterranean Homesick Alien”, Radiohead.
YES! I knew it! Life isn’t supposed to be all agonizing and horrible, it’s all due to the machinations of a depressed alien living in the centre of the Earth, determined to spread the misery around and make everyone else feel just as horrible as he does. He sends out these mystic brain-waves, see, full of depression and angst, and teenagers are especially receptive of these brainwaves (hence the fact there is so much teenage angst). Signs you are affected by these alien impulses include writing angtsy poetry, listening to extreme loud and depressing music, and wearing far too much black for one’s own good.
Finally, and explanation for it all! I really should get this out to the masses, you know, warn them to put on hats (which are the only defense against the evil brain-waves, of course). I wonder who would publish an article on them for me…
How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
”Who’s Ya Daddy?”, Gerling
Note: I did not rig this answer.
So a bit of who’s-ya-daddy, huh? Dirty talk, then. Sounds intriguing. I may look into this, see if my almighty iTunes has a point here.
Will I ever have children?
”Weir”, Killing Heidi
Uh-huh. No answer. iTunes, how could you! You have failed me for the last time…*prepares evil zappy hands*
Will I die happy?
”Macy’s Day Parade”, Green Day
Okay, now that isn’t nice at all. I die, and they have a parade. Makes me feel so very loved.
Unless I die at the parade, which would be rather more pleasant. And would imply that I was actually happy when I died.
*looks at comments* Well, isn’t that decisive.
Can you give me some advice?
”King for a Day”, Green Day. Again.
So, I should try being King for a day. Sure! I’ll do that, no problem.
OT: This song is about cross-dressing. I just thought that might amuse some of my flist.
What do you think happiness is?
”Hard Act to Follow”, Grinspoon.
No shit, happiness is a hard act to follow. iTunes, now you are just pointing out the obvious.
…
Are you trying to take my title of Captain Obvious? Because you aren’t getting it, no way in hell. *guards title protectively*
What's my favourite fetish?
”How to Disappear Completely”, Radiohead
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So my secret kink is…not being there at all.
Uh-huh.
Random Quotes:
A couple from yesterday’s Programming lecture, of all places.
"There is also…a squiggly thing!"
(When all the lights in the lecture theatre went out) "Keep your hands to yourselves, please."
From my Maths lecture: "I'm going to do something slightly dirty at one point."