"Oh, come on, sweet catastrophe..."

I am sitting in the computer room wasting time, along with lilka and and emerald_embers. So far we have gloried in our grammar whore status, worked out various Fog Indexes, read a twisted fairy-tale and watched a Weebl and Bob love story.
So, I have a free morning... no lessons until later, so life is good and will continue to be so for the next hour and a half.
I thought about finishing Kajol this morning, but I don't want to, really. I hate doing it, but I promised my mother it'd be done by the time she came back. She will be back on November 16th, and I haven't done any of it.
I don't like the whole leaving-spaces-between-paragraphs thing, especially when my paragraphs are as short as this. I need new paragraphs every few seconds to keep my thoughts in some semblance of order.
These IT lessons are amusing. Teenybopper people's ignorance of all things technological is always amusing.
Surprisingly, I already had emails from purplerainbow and snowdrop24 this morning - they're in lessons by now, no doubt.

Something fairly strange happened this morning. I was in the middle of trying to help Becca with a volume-of-sphere problem, when Yusra sidled up to me.
"Iona..."
"Yes..." I said, with no inflection.
"Would you... do something for me?"
"What?" said I, suddenly suspicious.
"Wouldyouwriteasongformeanadmyband?"
"What?!"
"Would you write a song for me and my band?"

It would appear that Yusra does have a band, and she needs a songwriter. I was kinda flattered - it's the first time anyone has ever requested my services...
So, I think I will write her a song. I have no idea how to go about it, but it can't be impossible... right?
Right?

I have a feeling all of this may be the reason I have some words from the Something Corporate song The Formal Weather Pattern in my head.

"Oh, come on, sweet catastrophe..."

Mixed metaphors

Iona - I agree with Emily. Do you actually *do* any work???.

Have spent the last five minutes in shocked realisation that purplerainbow is absolutely right. I am a lazy lazy human being.
Anyway. My doing work is not the point. At least, it is the point, but it can be covered in a few words-

Work. I don't do it.

-and we can go onto the next topic. The next topic is Nirvana. In other words, Amazon have won through, shone like a bright light in the sea of incompetence, truimphed in the face of real-life adversity (ye gods, look at the mixed metaphors) and all of that. In yet other words, they have delivered the CD I ordered three days early. I am currently being blown away by You Know You're Right on top volume.
My mother is packing. Packing! She's coming home! *does happy little dance*
Once she is home, this twilight life of happy bohemian decadence will be at an end.

Yay!

A case of mistaken identity

I am busy. I am so busy I am using the client to type this in. I am doing my maths coursework. Oddly enough, I keep finding people with the same birthday as other people. Found one person with my birthday, and someone else who was born on the same day as snowdrop24.

I have been watching M*A*S*H and probably made a complete mess of my chemistry, as I was doing both at the same time. In the words of flickgc, Hawkeye really is lovely, even when he isn't being slashy. I just never saw him as the type of person to have a love-of-his-life - if my grammar's gone to hell, I apologise.

Something occurred to me when I was lying in bed last night.... it was about the sample pages from the M*A*S*H book. There was a description given of Hawkeye. He is described as being "slightly over six feet tall, with a slight stoop to his shoulders. He wore glasses, and his blonde-brown hair needed cutting."
That's not Hawkeye! That's Daniel!
No, really. Daniel Jackson, who else?

"When the first star you see, may not be a star..."