February 10th, 2003

Nescafe rabbit

Thoughts for the day.

Woke up this morning to find a note from dad. "Matt and Nykki - can't access e-mail from downstairs computer." Jotted a note on the whiteboard. "Dad - change e-mail server IP address to to get mail." Whoops. Forgot that we'd had him on IP on the old 10. network. When we move, I'm going to either have to run an IMAP server for security or lock POP3 to his IP only. Angel says I'm too anal about security. I say I'd rather have to unclench the firewall than attempt to remove someone's firmly-lodged 'fuck you' from the server's back door. Tranquillity doesn't like being raped.

Choir sang "How Great Thou Art" at church. False start (stupid pitch pipe) but we sounded pretty decent. If I get motivated, maybe I'll post the MP3. I had something to say about "How Great Thou Art" and what it means to me. Maybe I'll finish it later.
O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed

Then sings my soul, my saviour God, to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
I got distracted by actually studying for once. And watching Robin Williams DVD's (I love that man's comedy) and eating baked Brie and warm honey wheat bread from the Mill. And reassembling Lily's clothing because she's wearing the shirt that ties shut.
It's been a good day. I'm almost caught up on notes for the next Path exam. Just have to get through the section on joints and all the shit I'm about to get slammed with tomorrow. Finishing bones and another two hours of GI lecture. Lymphocytic leukaemia and lab in the afternoon. Rachel likes GI. I...bleah. Not fascinated.

Still on the same day in the Mage campaign, so no more journal entries to write during class. Maybe I'll start one anyway. I've got three sessions to work into it anyway. And a Seeking coming up. Yay. Perhaps I'll work on Ishmael. Or something else. Perhaps I'll write poetry. I like poetry.

Two weeks until the Axim's scheduled delivery date. Then I can play with my toy in class. And get the wireless networking working on it too. I can't wait.
Tomorrow maybe the mortgage woman will e-mail me back, and I can find an afternoon to skip classes and go do paperwork.
Angel - best not forget to do your car registration. Or to call the youth around Wednesday and see if we're really going to get a youth choir chimes group together. Sounds fun.
Somebody wait a day or two and then tell me if http://www.immortaltwilight.com works. It better. I'm tired of being techy.

How great Thou art!
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    The music in my mind.
Nescafe rabbit


Remember what I was saying about people who don't know how to use grammar, capitalisation, and other basic elements of the English language?
--Personality: i am a very calm person that can work in groups and am very friendy.
i like to read and play vidio games. i dont like camping. i am in a ooc smart kids class.
ooc how do i end it
To his credit, his OOC information says he's only 12. Unfortunately, I'm the daughter of a fifth-grade teacher. You learn apostrophes and capitalisation by age 12, dangitall.

And for some reason, "i am very friendy" just kills me.
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Nescafe rabbit

Open season on interpretations: tombée

Knees bowed and humble,
      a story untold
                while lost in the glitter
of winter, now cold:
                   a sapphire charm,
   an emerald sky;
         Obsidian altar,
and penitent I.

                What sacrifice calls
on winds of cruel time?
                    The whisper of blood
   its savour sublime;
             A diamond, a ruby
       bright, precious, and cold,
          A heart like a gemstone,
A mem'ry grown old.

                Obsidian altar,
Blind emerald sky--
           soft whispering ruby
    to penitent I.
                    On knees old as ages,
Dark haloed head bowed;
      in sapphire silence
           the winter enshrouds.

My shadow befeathered,
      assailed by the chill,
           nor bending, nor breaking,
   unyielding and still.
                  The wind and the winter
within me abide,
       for sad and a sinner
             Am penitent I.

                 Bowed knees in the winter,
a shadow grown cold.
             The savour of sacrifice,
    penitence old.
         Raise black-feathered wings
to emerald sky
                    and enter oblivion,
   penitent I.
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Nescafe rabbit

It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

Stayed up too late last night watching Robin Williams and old Whose Line is it Anyway episodes. Oh, well. It was muchly fun.
Alarm went off at 5:45 this morning. At 7, I finally managed to get out of bed, take a shower, miss a spot in my hair that I didn't notice until I was frantically pulling it up into its usual ponytail at 7:40, so it was too late to go rinse the conditioner out again. Got to school. Jim: "I hear you talked to Kris." The realtor. Yes. "She says she found a house for you."
It's a foreclosure, I find out when I talk to Kriss tonight. 1700 square feet in two stories. 4 bedrooms, 2 baths. Ubercute. Oh, I hope I can get hold of the bank.
That was the highlight of the day. Bustamante ran ten minutes over into our fifteen minute break. As I'm about to sit down in the computer lab and enjoy my remaining five, Rachel comes running into the lab. "Nykki! Nykki!" Now what?
The next lecturer needs help setting up his computer. So I go in, unplug the video cable from the classroom computer, wind it up around my arm, unwind it down the centre aisle and plug it into the back of his laptop. And teach him how to change his screen res to 1024x768 for the projector. Damn doctors. He's got a $2000 Dell laptop in front of him and he can't change his screen res.
He started lecture right on time. He has from 9:45-11:45. He ran over by 20 minutes. Then Emily (I love you, Em, but you're so fucking weird sometimes) asked if I had time to explain Palm and PocketPC to her again. So I spent the next half hour opening spec sheets and ZDnet reviews for her. Got only enough time to say hi and type in the poem, then dragged back to lab.
An hour and a half of lecture, and then Smith shows up. Can't find the Kodachromes for red blood cells. Thank God. He only held us from 2:30-4:30 going over white blood cells. My brain was so much toast. Staggered out, came home, and made enchiladas with Angel. And that's when I talked to Kriss about the house.
Now if only the mortgage people would call me...I like this house. A lot.

Oh! Phloxin! I have a brief interlude for you, to make up for being drunk on Friday. More character development.
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    Angel practising guitar