Of boring lecturers and Islamic kings of England

Once again, I have to go to class in forty minutes, but I really have no desire to do that. I spent the hour of linguistics lecture taking notes for my other history essay. History lectures are still my favourite. I think the enthusiasm of the lecturer about the subject really does do something for

Love and Loss

I’ve just escaped from Communication Disorders 261. Honestly, it’s the most boring class ever, and I just totally zone out. Can’t learn anything. The droning did help me to concentrate on something though, so I did manage to write a wee poem. It’s not very good, since I don’t even read poetry. Love and Loss

Rub it in their faces

I’ve been meaning to write this for a long time, but I just didn’t know how to express it. To all you oppressed souls out there, don’t give up. You are not worthless. Don’t believe anything that those degenerates tell you. I was bullied, and I survived, stronger, angrier, and more determined than ever to

One down — A couple more to go

I’m so happy to have finished one essay that I can’t type properly. I did the entire first draft yesterday evening, in between posting on the fanfic forum, and I typed most of it out at university today. And guess what? The first draft was done by hand! Mostly I don’t even do a second

Right now…

That’s a really dumb title, but I can’t think of anything for the time being. Right now, I’ve just finished one history lecture, and am waiting for the lecturer to put the notes up on the internet so I can download them and print them. The internet is a blessing and a curse. It’s a

My Weekend

It’s almost the end of the weekend. Time passes so quickly, even when there’s nothing going on. Saturday, I spent almost the entire day on the computer. I wrote half of my essay, but just today, I decided that what I’d written wasn’t good enough. It was hugely convoluted and sounded like straight narrative. I’m

On Concrit

I’ve had a pretty average day so far. Not much happened. I got up ten minutes later than usual because I had a late start this morning. The first thing I did was grab my journal to write my one page every morning. I wrote some pretty funny typos, or rather ‘writos’. One of them

Chance Encounter and Other Fanfiction

Um, yes, I have not written for a day, or was it two? I seriously can’t remember. Not that there’s much happening in my life. I’ve been glued to computers, and criticizing bad writing on the net. Oh, and I plowed through five history books on the crusades while researching stuff for my essay. That

Truths, Lies, and the Human Condition

It’s cold today. The sky is grey and dreary. I went to choir practise at church this morning, and then waited outside for my dad to pick me up. The icy wind was like the rush of an ethereal cavalry. It tore at my clothes. I stood still in the cold, wrapping my arms around

The Key to My Imagination

I have not written anything at all today, mainly because I slept in. Everything seems to be closing in around me. I have two essays to write, a test on Monday, so many history books that I need to read. I need to learn the first three Crusades, and all the evidence I’ve found about

Normality is expensive…

Today is the first time I’ve acted like a normal adolescent for ages. No, it’s true. I went shopping alone right after class because I had four hours until the next one. Took the bus to the mall, and went straight to Borders to get my long-desired moleskine. However, the style I wanted (normal lined

Practicality vs. Imagination

Ah, it is a bad start to a new term. I fell asleep in Linguistics for the second day in a row. Okay, I know I can catch up with the work by just reading the text book, so why do I even bother turning up to class? Still, maybe I should make it a rule

A Question of Faith

Yesterday, at church, the priest talked about the children going up for blessings after communion and how their faith is firm, without doubt; how they knew how to trust in God. But is it really true that children don’t doubt, or do they simply never mention it? I remember doubting God when I was four