My 4000 word essay is 2800+ words. I'm writing about chicken tikka masala, Gintama, Kagrra,, Starbucks's matcha frappucinos, and the Meiji Restoration.

In the words of Rolf Harris: Can you guess what it is yet?

Also, I am tired.

Also also, the JLPT was fairly crappy. Listening was easy but the other bits where hard. I need to learn so many more kanji.

And finally, iwouldstay, if you're interested: I think you'd like this week's Book of the Week on Radio 4. It's called 'Confessions of a Literary Hedonist', and it's quite entertaining.

I'm very tired. In a good way though. Drinking decaf coffee, and now I'm gonna have a hot shower and go to bed. It's the end of reading week, and I did work. And I did relax, too... I think I did good.

Went to see the film Persepolis on Wednesday with Danni. It was so good! So funny and moving and beautiful! Like... everything a story and a film should be, all rolled into one. We laughed, we cried, we kissed £4.50 goodbye. I think I might just talk about it for the Introduction speech we have to do in Japanese. Should be easy (and vaguely interesting) enough. I urge you to go and see it when it finally comes out.

Recently, although I've had the odd spate of stress or depression, I've been fairly happy. I've gained some sense of perspective - some things matter, some things don't, and... I can't do everything. I'm just going to try and be content with what I do and with who I am. I feel happy. It's nice.

And it's a Baha'i Holy Day: The Birthday of Baha'u'llah. Happy Holy Day, everyone!

I am tired, and cannot sleep. Instead I'll go out, get breakfast, finish packing, do all the stuff I need to do and then nap. A flawless plan.

... I want a haircut. Ideas?

Dear Lost,

What the hell.

Yours, Daryl.

Ah! Insomnia is death! I have to be up in 4 hours and 20 minutes. Death. Death, I say.

Got a cold, going to bed now. School tomorrow. Ech.

Lilly O'Grady,
Silly and shady,
Sauntered around
Like a lazy lady.
Until the underbutler,
Malcom Cutler,
Hit her over the head
With his heaviest spadey.

Thank you, Radio 4.

Today I did very little. Just bumming around, wasting the day away. Little social interaction... little anything really. Hopefully tomorrow I'll do something more worthwhile. I did manage to watch Fight Club though - I got the DVD for about 4 quid in Virgin, seeing as how I always meant to see it, and everyone said it was good. It's a head trip, very strange. And Meatloaf is in it. Que.

Arun asked me for some change - "I'll pay you back tomorrow," he said, not that he will. He might remember next week sometime and knock on my door late at night to give the money to me - for some skunk. He said it after he had the money, I'm not sure I would've given him it if I'd known. "Not an actual skunk," he added, helpfully.

Dude, all my exams are over. Over! Freedom!

Take a look at your LJ friends list, then list up to ten things you want to say to ten different LJ friends.
DO NOT state who these people are.
DO NOT confirm nor deny any "comment speculation".



1) I thought about something you told me when I was writing an exam answer.
2) I like your posts. Post more!
3) You have changed, but I think it's fine.
4) With a melon?! Heinous!
5) You made me smile today.
6) Worry less, smile more.
7) You're funny.
8) Sometimes I worry about the state of your head, but then, sometimes I don't.
9) I look forward to seeing you.
10) I think you may be one of the ones that lasts.

The quote of the day goes to hildabeast's Which Oxford Library are you?! test (a bizzarre starting point for a journal entry, yes) One of the questions reads as follows:

Your scout walks in to find you in an embarassing situation. What is it?

Answer:

You're masturbating over a Sappho poem about myrtle.

That made me laugh very loudly. *goes back to living in the past*

today: felt crappy. went salsa dancing. felt better. decided to not use capitals.

Stolen from Yu-chan:
Go to Wikipedia and look up your birthday (excluding the year). List three neat facts, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.

February 11th

Facts:

660 BC - Traditional founding date of Japan by Emperor Jimmu.
1978 - Censorship: China lifts a ban on works by Aristotle, Shakespeare and Dickens.
1990 - Nelson Mandela, a political prisoner for 27 years, is freed from Victor Verster prison outside Cape Town, South Africa.

Births:

1535 - Pope Gregory XIV
1847 - Thomas Alva Edison, American inventor and businessman

Death:

1963 - Sylvia Plath, American writer

Notice is hereby given:

Happy Party, my house, 7.30 - late, Saturday (the 8th), bring food, (soft) drinks, and music (yey!) for there will be much rejoicing. And brownies. And iced tea. Yey!

So, Sina and I are sitting in Saffron, a Persian restaurant in town. We've finished our meal, and are just about to walk into town order tea (how did I get 'walk into town' here? I must be going mad...), when 3 emo kids, about 15 years old maybe, walk into the place and go up to the counter.

Kids: Can we have a sheesha?
Man behind counter: No, no sheesha today, only food!
Kids: *look disapointed and leave*
Man: Thank you!
Other man behind the counter: *says something in Persian*
Sina: He said: "What are you talking about? There's loads round the back!".
Man: *Persian*
Sina: "Yeah, but not for them."
Man: *more Persian, launches into a rant...*
Sina: He's saying: "How can she want a sheesha? That's terrible," he says...
Man: *Persian*
Sina: And I'm not even going to translate that...

Yey, I'm 20! My birthday was on the 11th, and due to happy coincidence, I got thoroughly sick with a cold and fever on the the Thursday evening/Friday morning, which was the 9th/10th. So I spent 3 days straight lying in bed feeling like crap, atempting not to die, and missed the Chinese buffet-going outing that I'd planned for the Friday. Ugh. Thanks to all those people who sent me good wishes and phone calls and stuff, and especially to rosumari who came and looked after me, got me sprite and also birthday cake (!) and ammusingly annotated card (!) as well as present. Thanks Rosu, I hope you feel better yourself soon.

So. This wasn't exactly what I expected/wanted for my 20th, but hey. I haven't eaten anything proper in 4 days, so I think I'll go and buy some bread and some more sprite and oh-my-God some cough medecine before my lungs eject themselves from my body. I feel a bit better in general, but still woozey and tired and a little... bleugh.

So...back to bed and listening to the radio I guess. But if I have to listen to The Archers one more time, I will snap. xD