You can still guess if you want, but if you're either not going to, or already have, here are ( The llieno Lyrics Quiz Answers )

Sorry this is late, but I fell asleep. My body is really making full use of this holiday, especially given how I've looked back on this term and realised how I've literally been flung from one essay to another with little break.

( The llieno Lyrics Quiz returns! )

Well, long time no write.

I don't know why, but I always seem to slip into a period of near-total inactivity after a period of essays. I think it's because I spend so long waiting for the essays to be over, I immediately jump at the chance to do things...and in this case, to do nothing very much. I pretty much spent Friday sleeping, and Saturday was divided between sleeping, half-tidying my room, and a walk to Saville Gardens and back (just in time for Doctor Who). I had plans for today, including an April Fool, but I only woke up at 11:30 (despite going to bed not long after midnight), and most of the day has already disappeared (although I did spend an hour checking ( other April Fools )

After the Kafka, my final essay had been on the film ( 'The Bridge' (1959) )

It was a definite relief to break away from it and go to a 'Essays Complete' celebratory ( dinner on Thursday )

I've been wanting all week to just wander about taking photographs, as the weather has been so beautiful, akin to late May. However, as my essays disappared, so did the gentle warmth, and Friday was a day of half-spirited drizzle and a dull grey that floated above everyone. ( Thus follows a random musing on Home, Away, and the Chaotic Nature of Me )

I still need to tackle my failings, though, as this term's essays have shown me well enough. I got my History essays back. The one I didn't finish got a 58, which is pretty good for a half-complete essay, but still leaves me feeling guilty. Nevertheless, the lesson on Thursday was about the Japanese Economic Miracle, and I answered enough to be confident that I do have that topic prepared. My Romanticism essay was marked down for being way too long and 'not well structured', but as the content was 'excellent', I got a 70.

Yesterday, I looked for a few things in my room and couldn't find them. Yes, it has reached that state, after three weeks of essays. I'm aware that I'm going to have to tackle it soon, but I've been putting it off this weekend. Instead, I decided to treat myself to a walk in ( Windsor Great Park )

Doctor Who? As good as I expected. This season looks like it's going to be fantastic. The idea behind this episode was also rather interesting, and Martha is shaping up to be a welcome change from Rose. For those who are into it, be sure to add martha_j, a syndication of Martha's blog that seems to be genuine (for example, mentioning Mr. Stoker long before the episode was broadcast).

My other geek pursuit of the moment is ( One Piece )

All righty then, I'll stop this entry here. I still want to go for a walk before Holly gets back from work, although this time I'll wander around Egham and Englefield Green rather than the Great Park. It's fairer on Holly, as she's been wanting for go for a parkwalk as well lately, and as we'll both have free time for the first time in ages this week, it's something to aim for (I'm also planning a touristy trip around London). Lots of photos, of course. For those of you who don't check the (many) galleries of my Facebook account, I'll look towards setting up a photo-journal on LJ so I can post them here too. On that note, also look forward to the following appearing in my journal in this coming week:

( The Programme, or possibly The Program )

All the best, Livejournallers!
Rawk!

I'm updating from the Computer Centre at Royal Holloway. Gracious, but it's odd to be back here again, especially given the plce feels deserted compared to its student days. It's also quite hot at the moment, so that all campus is slowly baking under a blue sky. That and certain aspects of the local landscape give me the impression I'm in warm Europe. I'm reminded of Provence and the lakes of Bohemia. It's divine, although well above the optimal for me...then again, rural places shine in such an azure glow.

Travelling down on Saturday, for example. In the car, laden with my possessions, we passed across Middle England again, basking in the heat and occassionally resembling scenes from fictional rural idylls. The flat fields made a great setting for motorway travel, but it was the hills of North Leicestershire and the Chilterns which really reached out to me and whispered of countryside living. My mind conjured up scenes of large, remote houses, where there was little need to imprint personality onto a room, as they already had them. The radio danced with excited reports at the Rhythms of the World festival in Hitchin, and whilst I began to wish I were there, it was a pleasant journey. Travel always picks me up and paints silvery stars in my beckoning eyes. See the world, on the move, under the eternal blue and towards the untold horizon...yes.

( Rurality and the Summer Dreams of the Heathland )

The house itself is warming on me. My room actually feels more like my room now, even though I've added barely anything but my elegant bedside lamp. The windows to the garden mean that the sun hits me early in the day, and that the room is very warm by around 10 or 11. I basked in the heat this morning, having a lazy lie-in simply because I've been getting up early these past few days...it's just Holly, Brian and me there at the moment, so it's usually pretty quiet anyhow. Here's a quick run-down of things at the moment:

* The PS2 I brought with me has stopped reading discs again, which is annoying, as I'd just started playing Phantom Brave, and was trying to intoduce Holly & Brian to Worms. The CD drive Sony put in there is rubbish, and now I'm left with a stack of unplayed PS2 games and a PS2 that only seems to load screens half of the time, making playing any game a risk. I might buy a new (second hand) one, because I fixed the PS2 before, and it's back to being a useless black box...

* The oven is broken, and we won't be getting a replacement for a while. As such, food is generally whatever we can get. I made pasta yesterday, but without much to have with it, I soon felt blanded out, and later even felt slightly ill. Yet...I cannot live on toast and cereal...but at least the hob is operational.

* No internet for a while, hence me being here and missing the chance to go to Tescos through writing this oversized update. We'll have it eventually, but for now, life is free of google. In some respects, its refreshing, like going on a retreat. I have suddenly found myself with a lot of time on my hands, however.

* The local area is pleasant enough to walk through, although we do seem to have a family of street children at the end of the road. The pavement is an extension of their house, and there nearly always are a few members of the family outside on it. They almost rival the local cat population, seemingly dominated by two cats, one white, the other white-and-black, and the two don't get on. The ginger around the corner is very friendly, however.

* It's not as bad it may seem. It's just easier to write about what's slightly off than what is going as normal, because, well, it's normal. I could write about how the lights work fine, or how the toaster makes nice toast, but I'd then be here all day...

And finally...the ( Answers to the 100 Lyrics Quiz )

Although, I wasn't overjoyed with a few people who never normally comment on my entries pouncing upon that entry and then replying to other posts about the same entry. Don't love me for my lyrics, people (and that only applies to a few. If you tried the quiz, that doesn't automatically make you applicable to the above statement!)

'Til next time...

To celebrate the return of my musical collection, I've decided to blitz you all with the biggest lyrics quiz I have ever journalled. Behind the cut are 100 excerpts from the songs in my music collection sent on shuffle. I've tried to avoid repeating the same artist more than twice, and I've not counted all instrumentals or songs in Japanese. The lyrics vary in difficulty. Some are well-known songs, and some are truly obscure. There are a few German songs in there, but not too many. Please note that none of the lyrics contain the title of the song they are taken from (I'd hardly use lyrics such as 'Speaking words of wisdom, let it be' for 'Let It Be').

I'd consider anything over 10 correctly indentified lyrics impressive, with over 25 being amazing, and remember, google is not allowed! Finally, to ensure you are not spoilt through the answers of other people, all comments are screened. Answers will follow in a few days. Have fun!

( The Big 100 )

La la la...

( The LJ D&D playable meme that's been floating around. )

A proper update follows shortly.

Okay, so it's a meme, and I'm usually veheremently (good word) against the things. I suppose it can't hurt doing one every so often (ie: annually), though. And this one deals with my friends, so...only thing is, it's so narrow that nearly of all aren't mentioned. I'll make up for that, somehow...

1. If you want to perpetuate this friendslist questionnaire, go here. Be warned that you may have to consider pairings that blow your mind.
2. Pass it on Just say NO to compulsive social virii!
( Why, oh, Why did I do this? )

Okay, and now for the making up. And I know I'll regret this later, but...

Leave a comment of any sort, and I'll tell you where we met, what gift I'd send you, give you an entirely new name, and write a few sentances about you if you were one of my story characters.

I feel as if I've just poured kerosene on my ice cream.

I was going to post an angsty entry I've been wanting to for a while, but right now...angst is absent. It's 4:17am, and the world seems perfect. Birds are chirping, in their cheerful chorus , and there are no other sounds to interrupt the natural symphony. The road across the garden, normally humming with traffic, is beautifully silent. The sky is slowly turning a faded grey/blue, the colour of my eyes, and there is a hint of yellow, but none of the artifical sodium glow that is all I can see most nights. It's still fairly dark outside, but the dark is welcoming, and gentle, and the light is kind and unintrusive. No-one is stirring upon this still scene, yet a light breeze sways the branches of the trees of emerald green and jade, some sillouetted against the lightening skyline. All is calm, all is still, all is kind and welcoming, a secret paradise known to few and the only secret of the day, now that the sunsets and nights have been invaded by neon and alcohol. This blessed morning refuge holds hope, and a suggestion that things will be okay in the end. There is no-one else around, which may be in part responsible, but human blights are now absent. For this short time, the air is cleaner. Dawns are pure.

And thankfully, the crushing heat of the day that leaves me disorientated and faintish with heatstroke, and red, blotchy and as itchy as if I'd crawled through an ant colony with heatrash...that heat is not here yet. For a while at least, it's a private paradise.

Finally, I thought I needed to share this wonderful piece of randomnisity a memey thing gave me:

LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name:	llieno
Your haiku:	the history is decided by those who have something to do
Username:
Created by Grahame

True, ne?