islanded in a stream of stars

People impersonating me online is a very quick way of getting on my bad side. Especially if you send things in my name to other people.

My hair got caught in the hair dryer this afternoon, too, so my bathroom currently smells like burnt hair.

Much work to get done. I've made pretty good progress on my DBQ project (thanks for the recommendations and all of your help) but I have to work out the citations and individual document analyses among other things. Then there's that student's guide to Montreal which I've avoided for several days, and I've got a biology test this Friday for which I must still get notes from lastgiraffe. I haven't written up my HGTTG review for Counterpoint which is theoretically coming out this week...

And I've got a bell choir concert tomorrow that I almost forgot about, which means that I'll have to go spend pretty much all of tomorrow afternoon practicing when I've got tons of stuff to do.

That was an improperly placed phrase, I think, but I'm too lazy to move it.


Summer 78, from Goodbye, Lenin!
Written by Yann Tiersen
Sung by Claire Pichet

Where are you now
Can't you see me
Where are you now
Can't you hear me

Falling, trying
Searching, losing x2

Where is the land
We've built for us
Where are the streets
We've built for us

When I am laid
In Earth
In Earth
Can't you be here
Near me
Near me

When I am laid
In Earth
In Earth
Can't you hold me
Can't you hold me

The one mildly annoying thing about this song is that you can't really understand what Ms. Pichet is singing as she's not a native English speaker and is a bit on the quiet side, so there you go.