. . . . . entries for 31.8.08 . . . . .
Apparently there is a sequel to FFXII, and it is Tactics-like. This saddens me; I feel like I have no business picking up this genre of gaming so late in life. (Hey, for a gamer, 19 is gettin' on.)
But I do desperately want a sequel to FFXII in which we get to see Rozarria, and the rest of Ivalice in general.
But again, I guess there are a bunch of games already in Ivalice, including - what - Vagrant Story? I didn't get very far into VS when I tried to play it, but I found it unthrilling.
Sigh. I think Squeenix does not care much for the traditional RPG fanbase. Alack.
. . . probably good for me to knock such things off anyway.
I just made the possibly grave error of listening to Hollaback Girl, because I was reading my sister's blog, and there was mention of it. Hm.
I should blog as much as Cassie does. Her blog is almost a way for all the blogledytes of her time at St. John's to keep in touch. It would be good for our lot to have such a thing, because I think some of you goofballs still reflexively check my blog EVEN THOUGH I never really write on it anymore.
SO ANYWAY
So far in Chicago: Thai food, Korean supermarket, Shimer, Hot Fuzz, FFXII, tacos, high tea, shopping, quesadillas, more FFXII, and today: Renaissance Faire. I might pick up some authentic wenchy garb there, since I don't have any as of now, and if I am going to go to another few renn faires in this life then I might as well acquire it now.
I think we have no idea what we're doing for Labor Day, but on Tuesday we're having breakfast with Cassie's friend Ian, and getting facials, before I leave late at night.
. . . . . entries for 27.8.08 . . . . .
Note to self: collect your thoughts and write a draft of your PPN article, or something. By the time school starts. Duh.
I wish Matt Gonzales would get a haircut.
. . . . . entries for 23.8.08 . . . . .
THIS IS A BLOG UPDATE
NOW BE QUIET, FRANK
GOSH.
ps. Olga's tomorrow. Wheee.
pps. Chicago soon. Wheeeee.
ppps. School!? WTF.
. . . . . entries for 21.8.08 . . . . .
My dear college master wrote a note not long ago about Emerson's "our moods do not believe in each other." I'm feelin' it these days. Moods are a wonder. Their changeability gives me the impression that people do not have a lot of integrity - not in the moral sense, necessarily, but in the structural sense. The body and mind are certainly only collections of matter that comes and goes; if we have something like a soul or some abstract "self," it, too, ebbs and flows - vastly, even. It annoys and incites doubt, because my bad moods have no patience for the idea of my good moods - but, blessedly, my good moods cannot hear tell of my bad moods, so blissed out as they are.
I wonder if the macrocosm, the great lot of matter into and out of which we go, has moods.
. . . . . entries for 17.8.08 . . . . .
Look out for Jaetangse Satujek. He may be appearing on a lit blog near you in the not-terribly-distant future.
. . . . . entries for 15.8.08 . . . . .
I gambled for the first time yesterday. Venue: Saratoga track. I don't think I'm much of a gambling woman. Maybe if I'd won something I'd feel differently. Fortunately I didn't. Har har.
There isn't a lot of time left in this here summer. I miss the days when a week-long break from school was boring after the first weekend - I feel like I was more mentally healthy, more useful, happier. Oh well.
Forecast: Today, stuff for Mom, since it is her birthday. Tomorrow: stuff for Mom, since it will be the day after her birthday, and the weekend, so Dad will be included. Sunday: Tanglewood, either with or without parents, who knows?
I've had a few days lately when I've had stuff to do non-stop, or people to be around, what have you. It's both eerie and nice to witness a day's disappearance to such a schedule. "Where did Tuesday go?" I wonder on the one hand, but if someone asked me what I did Tuesday, I'd have a numbered list for them. Strange.
Speaking of which: got lost trying to get somewhere in Troy on Tuesday. Very, very lost. It was sad. I wanted a Navi. I did get where I was going, but so late it hardly seemed to matter.
. . . . . entries for 9.8.08 . . . . .
In other, cheerier news: I'm hot. Perhaps not as hot as Paris Hilton, who also has a great energy independence plan, but still respectably hot.
. . . . . entries for 8.8.08 . . . . .
Dear everyone,
I finished my internship at SICM today. Princeton and the Ministry itself have had me writing way too much about it for me to spare many words, but let me say that, overall, it went all right, and I'm glad I did it.
That is not why I'm writing. I am writing because I am not watching the opening ceremonies of the Olympics in China. Maybe I should watch; it's probably worthwhile, and could even be educational, due to the political nature of the games. But the political nature is also the reason I'm not watching. That, and the fact that someone's eyes should be directed away from the Beijing farce and towards the fighting in South Ossetia tonight.
To bring you up to speed, as I was just brought up to speed: South Ossetia is the Alsace-Lorraine of Georgia and Russia. Some people there would like to be counted as Russian nationals, and others prefer the Georgian identity. Depending on who you talk to, the region is historically Russian or historically Georgian - at least, so far as I've gathered in the past few minutes.
Georgians invaded South Ossetia last night and, in turn, Russians invaded today. My mother said the news story reminded her of something out of Nazi Germany: tanks rolling in and all.
I want you to know that this is happening. You should also know who Russians are blaming.
Regards,
Erin
PS. If Obama has had any affairs, we're screwed. (I am very disappointed tonight.)
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