I'm back to Law School! I thought it would be slightly odd to return here after my prolonged holidays, but it wasn't—not at all. I promptly started making lists and schedules, planning the next two years in advance and everything. I decided to leave university minoring in both Greek and Latin Culture and International Politics. I picked a pretty good schedule for myself this semester, with fifteen 2-hour lectures every week. (No one is allowed to have more than thirty hours a week.)

And then I got here today—first day of classes. I was wolfing down a ridiculously bad salad while rushing down a flight of stairs from my second class to the third, and just...stopped. No. I don't want to be driven insane every semester until I finish Law School. I've made peace with being bored out of my mind by most subjects I'll have to study, but I cannot let myself get insanely overworked while I'm at it. I'll take only thirteen lectures. Hmph.

Yesterday I started a Gilmore Girls marathon. I've always thought the show was all right, even though I've never adored it or anything, but I'd only caught random episodes on TV. So I watched season 1 and some of season 2; my opinion remains the same, but I've caught myself speaking and thinking in Lorelai-like logic alarmingly often in the past twenty-four hours. *laughs*

In other news, Breaking Dawn came out last weekend. It was predictably horrible, and I was extremely amused by many Twilighters' hatred of it. It's almost like they came to their senses a little! J. K. Rowling's recently announced The Tales of Beedle the Bard (coming out in December, yay! It's nice to expect a JKR book again!) surpassed the number of Amazon pre-orders for Breaking Dawn within hours, of course. *rolls eyes* And still the media insist on comparing the two. Oy, get some perspective. Stephenie Meyer makes Rowling seem like great literature, and that's saying something.

(Oh, and I'd take 'Albus Severus' over 'Renesmee Carlie' any day. *laughs*)
My exams start in four hours. I am so, so, so screwed. *panics*

*hums* Oh, and the smokes in that cigarette box
On the table, they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin...

In other news, the Potterdämmerung is 32 days away. And we have a brand new countdown in the home page at Unknowable Room, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] discreetly.

Our Harry Potter wiki's been doing great! [livejournal.com profile] oxys_kai_moros is an awesome house-elf. *hugs* Welcome to the team, Kerstin! [livejournal.com profile] worstangel too! *loves*


Hate Civil Law right now. Hatehatehate.
I've been tagged for the desktop meme several times; it's been a while since I posted one, so here it goes--my glorious desktop, featuring the feet of Dr. Gregory House (and The Cane, of course). *grins*

Click to enlarge.

Note to people who are not familiar with Macs: this is what a Mac desktop looks like! *beams* My monitor is 1440x990, which is why it's so—er, rectangular. The bar below with heaps of icons is sort of a Start -> Programs thing, only prettier; it shows the icons of the programs I use the most.

If you take a closer look, you'll see programs such as: Safari (standard Apple browser), Camino (the Mozilla browser for Mac), iChat (our AIM), the several IM programs I use on a daily basis, Mail (our Outlook Express), XChat (an IRC client), Tomato Torrent (a Bittorrent client), iTunes, iSquint (converts video to iPod format), Stickies (on-screen post-its), Excel and Word for Mac, VLC, iPhoto, Photoshop and The Sims 2.

The icons on the desktop itself are fics I'm working on, stuff for UnknowableRoom, and other random files.

I tag:

  • [livejournal.com profile] firstlightofeos
  • [livejournal.com profile] nancy_downs
  • [livejournal.com profile] discreetly
  • [livejournal.com profile] magnun
  • [livejournal.com profile] dianaprallon

  • My midterm grades are scarily low; my average so far is in the mid-80s (out of 100). Mm. Good thing I left work, innit? *sighs*
    christycorr: Janet (Rocky Horror Picture Show) (Holy shit!)
    There should be a new level in the "You know you're way too obsessed with Harry Potter when" scale for people like me.


    I was getting home from college tonight, kind of sleepy, when I saw... and I kid you not... A FLYING MOTORCYCLE.


    I KNOW.

    It was flying, like, moving forward in the air as I sped by.

    I blinked several times and gawked at it for a long time (actually, only a few seconds, because a building came in the way). After a minute or so, I realised it was just a small plane with oddly placed lights.

    It's good to know a part of me is still in the real world, you know, where motorcycles don't fly and shit. But it was an extremely strange moment, which I credit to lack of sleep + exams. Which are, by the way, almost over: I have Forensics tomorrow and Civil Procedure on Friday, and then I'm done! Phew. Friday is also my last day at work.

    I had two very difficult exams today, both of which went quite well. And grandpa is slowly getting better! He was released from ICU today, and is now in his room! *beams*!! He's still a tad confused (mistakes me for grandma from time to time), but that's improving with time, too.

    I'm so relieved. I cannot, simply cannot wait for this week to end.

    P.S. I suddenly have major Shoebox cravings. I wonder why.

    Oh! And also, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in 15 minutes is brilliant.

    KARKAROFF: Severus Snape!

    DUMBLEDORE: I vouch for Severus Snape, for mysterious reasons to be revealed in the seventh book. Maybe.

    KARKAROFF: Evan Rosier!

    BARTY CROUCH: Killed him.

    KARKAROFF: Augustus Rookwood?

    BARTY CROUCH: Also him.


    BARTY CROUCH: Her too.


    And the new trailers for the fifth movie are bloody awesome, too.
    Tell me: what's a normal person supposed to think when she reads this headline:

    "July 21 suspect not a fanatic"

    I mean, seriously. I may be a hopeless case, but my first thought was: OMG, someone's got their hands on the book! Is that normal? ... Didn't think so.


    On an entirely relevant piece of news, I have quit my job and gave my two weeks' notice last Friday. It felt brilliant.


    My grandfather underwent major kidney surgery today. He's in ICU for the moment, but everything went well--better than expected even! I'm so happy; I've been on emotional limbo for weeks because of this.


    Exam weeks start on Thursday. I swear to God I don't know how I'll survive; I have yet to study pretty much everything. I haven't got the faintest clue as to what some of my teachers have been talking about for the past month or so. Gaah.


    I can't believe what gun rights activists are saying in response to the Virginia Tech massacre. Wtf, dudes, get a grip. I honestly don't get why some Americans are so irrationally fond of their Second Amendment.
    And so it is: perhaps a bit worse than I thought it would be, but terrible nonetheless. College has started, and thus my life ended. I leave the house at about 6:40 AM every day; I usually have classes from 7 till 11 AM; I go to work; I return to college at 7 or 9 PM and stay there until 11 PM. I get home, knackered, some twenty minutes later, and I'm inevitably exhausted.

    Seven hours--I have precisely seven hours to check my email, do everything I can online, have a shower, solve whatever problems there are at home (it almost makes me feel that having your own place is overrated), sleep, wake up, and leave for college again.

    It's maddening. Work gets frustrating; life gets frustrating. I feel like I have no time for anything anymore. Two things keep me sane, ironically two of the things that make my day even more maddening and busy: frequently exchanging emails with my friends while at work, and my crazy determination to be obsessed with Harry Potter.

    Yes, Harry Potter. Oddly enough, I have never been this much into the books, not even when I first joined the fandom. I dedicate what little time I can between classes and between assignments at the bank to work on wiki articles. I cannot--and this is my resolution for this year, hard though it will be to keep--go off Potterfan mode before July 21st. I will not. Those damned books defined my adolescence, and I will live this phase to its fullest until it ends--which it will, scarily soon--if it kills me.

    So now, for the first time in my life, I define myself as a Potter fan above all else: UR.org-er, law student, bank employee, TV series addict, movies addict, U2 whore, Pratchett fanatic, human being, the works.

    To quote one of the many of my favourite characters whom I have neglected in the past few weeks, "This is so like rain on my wedding day."
    I don't think I've ever felt quite this way. Halfway through the Civil Procedure exam, my hands started trembling. I was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, and a blinding migraine would barely let me open my eyes. I felt so nauseous I couldn't quite talk. When I stood up to ask the teacher to let me have some water, I wasn't able to walk properly; I half staggered, half dragged myself to his desk, and he stood to ask me if I was all right.

    The most ridiculous thing about it is that the test was easy--extremely so, in fact. I would've done better if my handwriting hadn't been so shaky, I'm sure; I had to rewrite several things due to unreadability. The ability to think would've been great, too. Nevertheless, I did all right.

    Thanks to caffeine-powered Tylenol and aspirine, my headache's manageable enough at the moment to allow me to sit at the computer for a while. Gah! At least the worst part is over--I will only have exams next week now.

    So. Is this is the downside of worrying sick about three successive major exams for three entire days and cramming 6 months' worth of knowledge in one's mind during a frantic all-nighter three times in a row? No breakfast, lots of coffee, well over a pack of cigarettes a day and, of course, the lack of sleep must've helped...

    ... Interesting. This had never happened before. I'm not sure I want to experience it again. Hmm. Could procrastinating--*gasp*--actually be a bad thing?

    What's the differential for being exhausted?
    Use titles of your favourite band's songs to answer the following questions:

    1. Are you male or female? She's a Mystery to Me

    2. Describe yourself. Acrobat

    3. What do people think of you? Daddy's Gonna Pay for Your Crashed Car

    4. How would you describe your last romantic relationship? If You Wear That Velvet Dress...

    5. Describe your current relationship. Satellite of Love

    6. Where would you like to be? Stay (Faraway, So Close!)

    7. What do you think about love? Sometimes You Can't Make It on Your Own

    8. What's your life like? Running to Stand Still

    9. If you could be granted one wish, what would you wish for? Xanax and Wine.

    10. Word to the wise: Walk On.

    11. Now say goodbye. Until the End of the World!

    Meh. Exams. *kills self*

    50-page notebooks aren't normal. Not when they're typed in a 10pt font, they aren't. My teachers are insane, insane, insane.

    I miss not worrying about college. Vacations, come soon... please! I'm dying here. Gah!
    I was rearranging my tags today and realised how many posts I've made warning people that I would be gone for a while. Why do I bother, really? *sighs* I do wish I still had time to show up here as often as I used to. I miss this whole deal a lot more than I care to admit, or think about, most of the time.

    While I was gone, I developed a sad addiction to House, M.D. (thanks, [livejournal.com profile] worstangel). Yes, I do realise that it's a tad late to jump on the bandwagon, but I finally understand what everyone's been talking about for aeons, and... Major Cane Love. Really. *beams* I've caught up with all episodes so far and am anxiously waiting for the next one (yet another reason to look forward to 10/31).

    Has anyone listened to The Saints Are Coming, U2 and Green Day's new release to support MusicRising? It could have sucked majorly--I'm not the world's biggest Green Day fan, but I have nothing against them; their style's just completely different from U2's--, but it so doesn't (thankfully)!

    I've been writing a little here and there, studying--eh, not so much--, and am currently in charge of organising the UR.org Fic Exchange! I hope you're all participating! In case you miss the announcement, here's the deal:

    Send this form to ficexchange@unknowableroom.org.
    Tell us what kind of fic you'd like to write, and detail a prompt for a fic you'd like to receive, until October 28th.
    We'll make the matches and wait for the stories until Christmas; they will be then posted to the archive.

    It's a part of the celebrations for UR.org's first birthday. *tear* Our baby's growing up!

    P.S. The stingrays are angry!
    I've got this huge presentation due Thursday about drug traffic. I've been reading so much about it that... gah. The piles of statistics showing how terrible and harmful the prohibition is, no matter how you look at it, can make anyone go insane. Everyone blames the hardship of our punitive legislation on the US, but it's comforting to know not everyone in charge there is insane.

    Hm. I've updated Hopelessly Addicted. I've been doing a lot of stuff for college, and following a course with an Italian teacher who truly believes he owns Roman Law and... yeah. That's my life in the past few weeks.

    Whee! I've caught up with as much of my flist as LJ would let me (which was back to September 4; sorry if I let anything pass!), so... I'm back! Finally. =D

    (These new notification thingies on LJ are brilliant!)

    Just so the meme wouldn't spam flists )

    ... I'm such a dork.

    PS I've never been this cold here before. Somebody should inform the weather gods that this is Rio de Janeiro, for Christ's sake! People don't even have clothes to live with forty-something degrees (or around 10° Celsius, whatever floats your boat)!
    My apartment's been remodelling for months now, and it's finally over! I moved here a couple of weeks ago. There are still plenty of boxes everywhere, but little by little I'm getting settled. Oh, it's so great to be back here, living "alone" (of course the likes of [livejournal.com profile] defexxx, [livejournal.com profile] nancy_downs and [livejournal.com profile] plasticiner are here on a daily basis), with no curfew or anything...

    Classes start on Monday. I don't feel particularly yay-ful, mostly because these holidays went by extremely fast, but hey, it'll be good to return to some sort of routine. I haven't slept before 4 a.m. in well over a month, I think.

    Also, being here also means I have no cable modem (yet), and therefore am stuck on dial-up for the time being. I haven't flisted in a month or so--I hope everyone's all right! How are you all, by the way?

    P.S. I apologise for the somewhat stacatto post. I honestly don't know what came over me. *blinks*
    No flisting until the 29th of June.
    Start studying for each exam before 10 PM of the previous night.
    Get at least three hours' sleep every day. Ha. Yeah, right.
    Meet Runi somehow.

    All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes JJack a dull boy. All work annd no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play mkes Jack a dull boy. All workk and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and nop lay makes jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dll boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play maeks Jack a d ull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Allw ork and no play makes Jack a dull boy.Al work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

    Why is it that there are always so many more interesting distractions when one has an insane amount of work to do? *cries*

    Wish me luck! *cringes*


    Sep. 22nd, 2005 03:28 pm
    This is quite possibly the strangest thing I've ever written. The plot bunny attacked me a few History of Econ classes ago, and I felt like posting it here today. It wasn't beta-ed, reread or anything, so… BEWARE! Feel free to criticise and point out its many flaws. =)

    (The Brazilian poem in the beginning is one I absolutely adore, but my translating talents are…non-existent. Sorry!)

    The title is a strange Citizen Kane reference... God, I love that movie. *.*

    Quando Ismália enlouqueceu
    Pôs-se na torre a sonhar
    Viu uma lua no céu
    Viu outra lua no mar…

    Alphonsus de Guimaraens

    "When Ismália went insane / In her tower she dreamt / She saw a moon in the heavens / She saw a moon in the sea"


    The moon angrily looks down on her. Helen isn't sure of what she's done wrong; yes, They think she's crazy, as always, but she has not changed. What could be so different now? She's still a young, impressionable woman; she's still a child, in love with the world, marvelling at life.

    She gazes at the flowers below, and feels a surge of affection. She wishes to collect them, and perhaps crush them to obtain the perfume; she wants their beauty to be eternal. No, she can do no such thing. They must live, live even though others may regret it.

    Flowers will wilt and die. )
    christycorr: Barney Stinson (How I Met Your Mother) (Woe.)
    Hey, guys. I know I haven't been on lately, and I'm sorry. College has been absurdly hectic, and things will only get worse now.

    I'll still reply to a few comments and all that, and I swear I'll try to keep up with my flist (I'm currently at skip=200, and nowhere near the last posts I read).

    Other than that, it's goodbye internet world, at least until October 4th, which is when most of my tests end.

    I'm going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell... Goodbye.
    *looks down* I was emo again last week, wasn't I? Crap. Sorry. Anyways, college is great, teachers are fine; I'm already slightly overworked, but that doesn't really matter. I've finished a Hopelessly Addicted chapter; I'm waiting for [livejournal.com profile] nancy_downs and [livejournal.com profile] firstlightofeos to give me their opinions so I can send it to my beta. I think 1-2 more chapters ought to do it, and then I'm doooone. \o/

    So. This is a rather pointless post. Hmm. AH! I would like to ask everyone to add my new MSN: christycorr at hotmail dot com. I'll try to be on it more often, even though MSN for Macs is a pain. AIM (or rather, iChat) is so much better (ChristyCorr05)! *grins* I've been IMing a lot more than hijacking lately... even though I don't really know why. I don't think it's just me -- is it? *sighs*

    Does anyone else like Terry Pratchett? I fall more and more in love with the guy, the more I read his work. It's so bloody fantastic! *_*

    ... Yeah. Pointless. I've got a meme, though; not sure if that makes this better or worse:

    Weird intuition meme )
    My grades have come out...

    *sighs* )

    Stupid Civil Law. Ugh. I'm glad this semester is over.


    Jun. 26th, 2005 02:12 am
    I've been oddly hyper these days -- a lot more than usual.

    My new iBook and iPod are simply prettiful.

    The TGB mods are the most lovable girls EVER. *huggles*

    Lu's coming to Rio.

    (I technically still have to hand in a couple of papers, but--)

    My Latin test was so perfect! \o/ I wish it had been longer. I finished way too fast. *grins* Now, I'll only get back to the language in August, which seems terribly far away. I'm not complaining, of course -- I'm just saying that I'll miss the classes (and, strangely enough, my teacher's finger-pointing, asking us to declens/translate instantly).

    Civil Law was... scarily ridiculous. If I don't ace that test, I'll throw myself out some window. French... *le sigh* I was exhausted and didn't even proofread. I just know this DELF grade will suck, but I don't think I'll fail. (I hope not, at least.) Oral A6 tomorrow.

    And, you know, since I do love memes -- here's an old one that most of you have already done (this time, I got it from [livejournal.com profile] firstlightofeos):

    What You Really Think Of Your Friends

    Runi is your soulmate.
    You truly love Kelly.
    You consider Lu your true friend.
    You know that Arch is always thinking of you.
    You'll remember Ash for the rest of your life.
    You secretly think Rê is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.
    You secretly think that Anna is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.
    You secretly think that Dede is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Dede changes lovers faster than underwear.
    You secretly think Holly is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Holly has a hidden internet romance.

    Random note: I'm getting an iBook tomorrow! *dances*

    Studying International Law now. It's 11PM, and I'm about to start, yay. ~see y'all tomorrow. Once more, with freedom! _o/\o_

    ETA It's official. The Supreme Court's gone mad. Seriously, WTF?
    Alguém viu o Roberto Jefferson ontem no 'Roda-Viva'? )

    Nothing of what I said above matters to non-Brazilians, so... *shrugs*

    It's 7 AM, I'm late for class -- I spent all night working on Christianity, am practically done, and, I swear to All Things Unholy... if I meet Jesus Christ any time soon, I will murder him. Again. And make sure he doesn't come back this time.

    So-- I'm alive, and kicking, and wtf was up with the emo-ness in the last post? *shakes head* Sorry, guys. I don't do that very often. That was an entirely insane moment.

    I'm going back to being a busy little bee. Latin tomorrow, French and Civil on Thursday, International on Friday, and then my world will be a whole lot better. Except for-- Saturday, class at 7AM. ^_^

    Anyway, how are you all? I see no one's managed to find out where the damned quote is from, unfortunately.

    *yawns* Not particularly worried about Latin, but I should go review my ablatives -- ta!

    ETA Some people -- *pointed look at [livejournal.com profile] ladyofmasbolle, who may read this someday* -- will be pleased to know that I've finally begun reading the Shoebox Project, and I love it so far. THERE. I've given up on my poor Shoebox-less résistance, and will now try to stay away from it while I finish a few papers for tomorrow.
    (WARNING: uncharacteristic emo-ness)

    Today should be a Thursday. It's gloomy, grey and cold outside (about 55-60F, or something below 20C -- psst, that's cold here). Most of my friends are having schoolwork-related freakouts -- two of them just called me, strongly believing they'll fail a few classes. Raiana and Larissa are sick; I'm busy as hell, can hardly see Deb, and I miss her. Lu's having a major relationship crisis. I'm stuck at home studying bullshit like "Christianity existed long before Christ". I can barely look at Mum in the face nowadays without arguing. I haven't seen my father in weeks. I'm sick, and tired. I'm absolutely overwhelmed by everything I have to do, and my expectations are way too high. For one bloody week, it's like the whole fucking world is slowly tumbling down around me. It's not that bad, I know; I'm strong; I can handle this. It doesn't mean I like it.

    "Life: loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it."

    - Marvin, the Paranoid and Perpetually Depressed Android, aka the little guy in my icon.

    And, just so this post isn't completely useless:

    Mortality -- serious spoilers for Death Note chapter 58. It's quite good.

    DN downloading website with links to chapters 1-66.

    ETA Esse texto IDIOTA dessa matéria INÚTIL é a coisa mais IRRITANTE que eu já vi na minha VIDA. PQP. "Desde que o homem ex-iste, ele escuta a pro-posta de Deus em sua consciência. Sempre somos levados a sair de nós mesmos, a assumir a res-ponsa-bilidade diante dos outros, e aí se dá uma pro-posta que exige uma res-posta com fidelidade." COMO ASSIM, seu pedófilo NARROW-MINDED e completamente IGNORANTE? *kills*


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