Ffnnnaaaurgh. Memes.

If you feel like being a smartypants, there's this incredibly cool and difficult vocabulary quiz. It even lets you count how many wild guesses you're making. I got 177 out of 200 right, which tells me a lot of my wild guesses were based on good latin and greek root analysis. Go me.

Which completely non-existent Lord of the Rings Object are you?
I am Gandalf's schoolgirl outfit. I refuse to post the picture. Yes, you should thank me.

If you need more bizarre LoTR-related distraction, check out this flash animation site. Watch the badger song for context (warning, it WILL get stuck in your head), then watch the Two Towers restored scenes animation. It hurts, but it's a good hurt.

Ffnnnaaaurgh. Life.

This weekend was the bad bad moodswing weekend of doom. The whole thing about sending out resumes and facing possible rejection is finally coming to a sickening head, and it was compounded by poor timing of stressful family discussions and technical difficulties. (I still haven't managed to FTP to my email server to get the temp agency a Word-formatted resume.)

( Mmm, the return of the massive moodswing. I'm so glad this isn't a weekly occurence anymore. )

Strange stroke of something: During the hysterical bit, my friend with cancer called. It sounds like there's hope. I don't know how much hope. Why does that make it worse? I'd gotten myself all braced for her to die and now I'm back on the roller coaster. This sucks.