Stayed up too late last night, so I spent some of the morning before classes started napping in my car instead of studying in the library. So, anyway, I came home this afternoon and set out to watch the tape of "Fushigi Yuugi" that I borrowed from my anime club at the last meeting. Imagine my disappointment when I found that it wasn't a subtitled version -- it wasn't even dubbed! I could kind of sort of get some of the story, but I would like to see more of it again someday so I can actually get some of the dialogue in a language I understand.
I know I said I'm enjoying Kesrith
but it really needs to pick up the pace. I'm over a hundred pages in and nothing has really happened yet! I'll keep on reading it, though.
Went back to school tonight for my Criminal Behavior class. We discussed the Myths Of Crime, which the media and our government perpetrate on the populus. We watched a propaganda film called "Reefer Madness" that basically said that marijuana is more dangerous than heroin and opium and other drugs, causes uncontrollable laughter and wild hallucinations, is the root of all violence among the youth of the country, is totally evil, and will drive you insane. No, I'm not exaggerating. Admittedly, this film was put out in 1936, but jeez! Makes you wonder what line of crap the government is feeding us today. I think Sociology classes are designed to make you cynical and paranoid.
On the way home tonight, I got to see the end of a police chase. About a half-dozen cop cars, the abandoned car of the offender smashed into a tree, and and a police helicopter with a search light. Funky. I guess that's what I get for living in the car chase capitol of the world.
Now I'm going to go write up my Folklore collections which are due tomorrow. The first is a foodway about my family's tradition of pink salad, and the second is the custom in a friend's family of giving a girl a pearl ring on her 21st birthday. Very spiffy.
Oh, but first:
Sob. Cry. Sniffle. You lead an awful existence, tortured by those such as your father, your House, Harry, Voldemort, Snape, and the list goes on. Often going hand in hand with Slashy!Draco, you are usually paired up with either Harry or (ew) Lucius. Sometimes suicidal, sometimes just very fond of how blood looks on your pale skin, you bitch and whine throughout the whole story. How depressing.
Find out which Draco you are.
I'm not really that depressed or that depressing.