Odd (in a good way)

A rather odd, terribly flattering sensation: someone tells you that in their sims game, your self-sim is pregnant. Ladies and gentlemen, Buffy's Alleliua is expecting... :)

Cool thing!

I just (in the last few minutes) learned to make animated avis! Go me! (Emma's a sim I've got entered in a contest at the mo.)

Good things

The dreaded English unit is handed in, and I went and bought a bag to replace my current one which was falling apart. Grandpa approves of the new bag, so I think it's a sensible buy.
Work is done, and it's playtime, so I'm off to the Sims2.

Endings

Finished and handed in the Indigenous Studies essay today. English tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to those two being over. Really really.

I was thinking today, for no particular reason, of songs I'd like played at my funeral. Morbid, huh. The list:

• Amazing Grace, preferably with bagpipes
• Because He Lives
• Before the Throne of God Above
• Listen to my Prayer, Lord (Bec's version)
• Into the West (yes, from LOTR. It's my funeral, and I'll fangirl if I want to.)

As far as I know, I'm not dying anytime soon. But it's good to have these things sorted out.

I'm posting a lot today, huh.

Do you know what? Writing 2000 words is just writing 50 words 40 times. And writing 50 words is easy. I can write a sentence 50 words long, for goodness sake. Not that I would in an assignment, though. It seems like every time I check the word count (ie, whenever I finish a train of thought) I've written another 50 words. So at the moment, with research to hand and outline detailed, writing is somewhat like driving along at 100km an hour. With cruise.

Freaky Awesome

Front Sketch Furniture: freaky awesome.

Bleagh - Grr - Squee!

So. All teed up to do work at uni this morning, but the intranet doover won't let me sign in, so I can't access any of the information I need. Bleargh.

Last night at church we sang "Recieve the Glory." Which is fair impressive, for my dark-ages church. So yeah, they're pretty game. We even sang all the verses! (ie, both of them.) Chopping verses out of hymns is one of my pet hates. Grr.

Bestest. Lolcats. Ever: i can has cheeseburger? Squee!