GS9 (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} galaxysong9) wrote,@ 2009-07-08 13:14:00 |
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mistakes we made; did we live it right
So my class goes from 8.30-12.10 and my prof thinks it goes from 8.30-10.20. This is a Good Thing. What is a Bad Thing is that I pass Borders on the way home and it's such an easy jump-off and they have such delicious Raspberr Iced Mochas. :/ On the other hand I finally picked up Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I spotted them on a display right before I was set to check out, because had I not I would have purchased a book called Pirates! in an Adventure with Communists. Also, way for my Borders Rewards card beering me all these coupons. Whoo whoo.
Also finished L.A. Confidential which was SO GOOD and argh when will White Jazz get here. :/ Also LCPL big fail with their not having any books about 1940-50 mob scene. While I wait I'm toying with the idea of re-read The Black Dahlia, because I read (fuck this italicizing) Big Nowhere and LA Confidential in rapid succession, but it's been about a year since I read BD and the only recurring character I remember from it is Ellis Loew. I flipped through it a little and saw some of the incompetent minor cops like Duane Fisk making an appearance. It's cute to see them progress through the ranks and... not get killed... and stuff. The mortality rate for Ellroy novels is v. high.
Had weird trouble sleeping last night. I think I have to completely exhaust myself now to fall asleep. :/ Tried reading, playing Elite Beat Agents, and finally writing some porn... which meant I dreamed about gay hockey players. But in a weird way. Also some dude was making fun of this other dude for being drafted by the Avs because he had grown up in a Red Wings-obsessed household. The whole thing would've been pretty funny except there was just this weird creepy undertone to it all; everyone was super calm and unemotional and muted. Tres weird. And the main reason why I'm going to run and watch Confessions of a Shopaholic, so that I get so fucking tired I collapse and dream about, I dunno, gangsters playing hockey?
So my class goes from 8.30-12.10 and my prof thinks it goes from 8.30-10.20. This is a Good Thing. What is a Bad Thing is that I pass Borders on the way home and it's such an easy jump-off and they have such delicious Raspberr Iced Mochas. :/ On the other hand I finally picked up Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I spotted them on a display right before I was set to check out, because had I not I would have purchased a book called Pirates! in an Adventure with Communists. Also, way for my Borders Rewards card beering me all these coupons. Whoo whoo.
Also finished L.A. Confidential which was SO GOOD and argh when will White Jazz get here. :/ Also LCPL big fail with their not having any books about 1940-50 mob scene. While I wait I'm toying with the idea of re-read The Black Dahlia, because I read (fuck this italicizing) Big Nowhere and LA Confidential in rapid succession, but it's been about a year since I read BD and the only recurring character I remember from it is Ellis Loew. I flipped through it a little and saw some of the incompetent minor cops like Duane Fisk making an appearance. It's cute to see them progress through the ranks and... not get killed... and stuff. The mortality rate for Ellroy novels is v. high.
Had weird trouble sleeping last night. I think I have to completely exhaust myself now to fall asleep. :/ Tried reading, playing Elite Beat Agents, and finally writing some porn... which meant I dreamed about gay hockey players. But in a weird way. Also some dude was making fun of this other dude for being drafted by the Avs because he had grown up in a Red Wings-obsessed household. The whole thing would've been pretty funny except there was just this weird creepy undertone to it all; everyone was super calm and unemotional and muted. Tres weird. And the main reason why I'm going to run and watch Confessions of a Shopaholic, so that I get so fucking tired I collapse and dream about, I dunno, gangsters playing hockey?
