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Mar. 2nd, 2006 06:11 pmThe last twenty four hours have been absolutely fantastic, I'm in the best mood I can remember, and I need a hair cut. How else to sum my current state of being?
Wicked! is! so! amazing! Especially with the Wizard of Oz (all of the first twelve books, which I read so many times each, engrained quite permanently in my psyche) whispering in my ear the whole time, like a tactful tour guide, one of those who know five different languages and the history of everything and are pretty awe-inspiring just on their own being.
And Physics Lab was intense. It was an oiled slide of despair until the very end, when I only had one answer in front of me and OH GLORY IT WAS WITHIN 0.03 m/s of the actual value and--ah! elation, much? I can barely blink with the fantasticness of it all. I woke up this morning after eight hours of delicious dreams of being warm and happy and productive, glow-like.
And I found my algebraic whatsits for economics.
I dislike writing these kinds of entries which are kinds of annotated laundry lists of my day, but I can't bring myself to focus on one thing, because the rest is also good. Except for the needing a haircut thing, where my hair has evolved into two distinct layers, and neither one cares much for my interference. On the other hand, it would be churlish for me to be anything but understanding of this surlyness, since it hasn't been cut since... August.
I'd write some kind of closing thought, but there is none. If only contentness could be more eloquent.
Wicked! is! so! amazing! Especially with the Wizard of Oz (all of the first twelve books, which I read so many times each, engrained quite permanently in my psyche) whispering in my ear the whole time, like a tactful tour guide, one of those who know five different languages and the history of everything and are pretty awe-inspiring just on their own being.
And Physics Lab was intense. It was an oiled slide of despair until the very end, when I only had one answer in front of me and OH GLORY IT WAS WITHIN 0.03 m/s of the actual value and--ah! elation, much? I can barely blink with the fantasticness of it all. I woke up this morning after eight hours of delicious dreams of being warm and happy and productive, glow-like.
And I found my algebraic whatsits for economics.
I dislike writing these kinds of entries which are kinds of annotated laundry lists of my day, but I can't bring myself to focus on one thing, because the rest is also good. Except for the needing a haircut thing, where my hair has evolved into two distinct layers, and neither one cares much for my interference. On the other hand, it would be churlish for me to be anything but understanding of this surlyness, since it hasn't been cut since... August.
I'd write some kind of closing thought, but there is none. If only contentness could be more eloquent.