Early morning argh
6 February 2006 08:28I'm convinced that my shower is possessed by a demon who appears once every five minutes to say 'BURN IN HELL, MORTALS!' before unleashing a stream of scalding water upon my hapless back. In other news, despite the scalding water I managed to shave my legs for the first time in a month, and it feels wonderful. In other other news, I had to use a new razor because the cleaning staff stole all my stuff, including but not limited to: body wash, shampoo, and cool face stuff that my mom sent me that had a lot left in it. And the razors.
I'm so angry.
Also I got up early with the specific intent to do my Japanese work, but it doesn't look like I'll be doing that sucker until third period.
Memorized:
O for a muse of fire that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene.
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself
Assume the port of Mars, and at his heels
Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth
So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casks
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Oh pardon! Since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million,
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
16 more lines to go!
I'm so angry.
Also I got up early with the specific intent to do my Japanese work, but it doesn't look like I'll be doing that sucker until third period.
Memorized:
O for a muse of fire that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene.
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself
Assume the port of Mars, and at his heels
Leashed in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold, to bring forth
So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casks
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
Oh pardon! Since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million,
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work.
16 more lines to go!