Jan. 24th, 2005

ink_splotch: (Who is the merchant? [melancholy])
It is so cold. I mean, I stuck out my foot from under my covers and just about shrieked. It's cold, cold, cold.

If I believed in omens and portents, I would have seen it as a sign that today was going to suck. I almost did when it turned out that my train was delayed 25 minutes because of snow. Half an hour standing on the station, which meant I was freezing and late, it wasn't the best start ever. But today's actually been pretty good - I have no homework (should possibly take that as a sign to do math and physics. Err, and maybe Danish. Well, no, that can wait. But I should definitely do physics; I just got the assignment today and it's due Friday. Thank god I've done most of math.)

I have the most idiotic notes: my Danish notes today have written on them 'Porn!Porn!Porn! *jazzhands*' and even I don't know what I was thinking at that point. Possibly I was thinking of Avenue-Q, which by the way, rocks, but still!

I am now in a book club with two of my classmates. Okay then. ;)

IP by [livejournal.com profile] poisoninjest. mmm, Shakespeare.

ETA: Brideshead has arrived at Sofie's house. WANT. NOW.

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