071114 To-Do


  • Major essay's just about finished (the first draft, that is) - I've got to take another read-through and get to editing and tightening it for submission.
  • Presentational essay - I need to get started on it, submission's on Thursday and I'm still lacking those two pesky academic journals for reference.
  • Aaaaand those stupid journals for digicomms - I should be able to finish those quickly enough as long as I don't get lazy hehehe.
I've also got quite a few plot bunnies jostling for space in my head right now, and I'll tend to them as soon as I finish my assignments. It's really frustrating though - I need to write something but I want to write something else.

Adding on to my frustration is the fact that I've lost my dreamcatcher ear chain/string/thing. I bought it sometime last year, and I've gotten really attached to it and the feeling of something dangling from my ear. The thing is, I have to take it out when I dye my hair because I can't risk it getting stained red, and that's what happened - I took it out when I dyed my hair last week and I seem to have dropped it somewhere because I know I put it into my bag and yet I can't find it in there.


This is what my ear chain-thing looked like, only my dreamcatcher still had a tiny silver feather attached to the dreamcatcher itself. I'm gonna have to look around to see if I can find it again (I have the sinking feeling that I dropped it in the salon and the staff swept it up at the end of the day and threw it away), and I'm going to start looking around at the shops too. I mean, I've got another earring in place but it just doesn't feel the same, you know?

Back to work - the library's annoyingly crowded for a Friday afternoon.

And I really wonder why I don't go through my music playlists more often - I always end up rediscovering stuff that I've left in my iTunes. In this case it's Vampires Everywhere - now known as The Killing Lights - their stuff makes me really nostalgic, takes me back to when I was 16 haha.

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