There's just something priceless about keepin' it short, sweet, and just plain sad.

Twenty-five? Twenty-five? Lulu, my thoughts are with you on this cold, blustery November morning.

...I swear to god I'll update properly once I get home and get some sleep. Interesting things are afoot, and by "interesting," I mean "more personal shite about me that I know you're all a-waitin' on with breath abated." Cuz I'm just so cool.

This one's for you, annatekla. Explain this.

I <3 Reuters. XD

Anybody have any recs for spring semester classes? Anybody? Bueller?

Although I guess they stole it from the Koreans. Gotta say, though---Pocky tastes a lot better than Pepero. Sorry, Steeny. I still love you!

Go on, people---have yourselves some chocolate cookie sticks and give that special somebody a hug. Just the hug, though. Not the Pocky. ^^

And I can't promise that this will be the last, either, because China's a pretty damn big country.

Cuz only the PRC could make a relatively mundane story absolutely bizarre by way of getting the natives involved to open their mouth for the obligatory interview.

Man, I hate it when people point at me, too. Maybe my parents were Jewish.

(And please, people, don't misconstrue that as anti-semetic, 'kay? First thing that popped into my head.)

Now---to put the finishing touches on this essay that's been gnawing at me for weeks.

I'm sorry if all y'all are tired of me plastering weird shit about the People's Republic all over my LJ, but I'm telling you---they just don't stop.

But, for good measure, here's a fun lil' tidbit about India. Read the last sentence in the article.

China, I think I'm happy to say, hasn't quite hit that giant maw in the road... yet.

...dear Christ.

Maybe Hitler was secretly Chinese?

...damn wacky white people.

And yes, this does explain a lot about me. Go on, somebody, say it. I know you're thinking it. -_-;;

( Grammar rant of the week (and always about the same topic) )

Well, I'm gonna go back to being brilliant and apathetic, I guess. Gosh, it's such a difficult life.

Words fail me.

Someone please help them. I---dear god. Please.

Courtesy of shadowmoonsedai. Thank you for this. Excuse me while I go cry in the bathtub. Please don't tell me they aired this on the telly.

( It's pretty boring, for once. )

Fifty of one and half a century of the other. And negative infinity at the top of the list is not sleeping the way I wasn't sleeping last night....

::facepalm::

Go on and not snigger. I dare you.

( And the first exam of the semester went like this. )

( Cuz you know you wanna hear me wax pathetic about school again.... )

BUT!---KT Tunstall makes it all better. Especially KT Tunstall harmonizing with herself (seriously, go watch that). My god, the fangirl in me just fainted a little. Eye to the Telescope is not a brilliant album by any means---Tunstall's sense of lyricism is kind of non-existant---but her vocal conviction makes me hum inside. XD

Oh, and in other news, it is such a bad year to start getting interested in football, but I have to admit: football is, in fact, pretty damn interesting, and not in an eye-rolling sense, either. I was dragged yawning and stumbling to the Iowa/Iowa State game this past weekend, and yes, I screamed and kind of jumped up and down when we made that first touchdown. The telly does not do the sport any kind of justice, really.

On that note, go ponder the definition of "art" while I go pass out a little.