The lights in my apartment building went out. As in my apartment was fine, but the building was not.

I was about to leave the apartment and then found myself in the pitch black hallway. The stairs were pitch black. Everything was pitch black. The elevator wasn't working.

Now it's back on. Damn! I gotta go to class is what that means. *sigh* Ah, well. I have an excuse to be late.

Wait! They just had an electrical problem. What if the elevator stops and the electricity runs out on me? 0.0

-------4:57pm-------------

Lights are out again. They were back on for a little while, but the elevator wasn't working yet. Before it did, the lights went out. *shrug*

-------5:12pm-------------

The lights are back on again...who knows about the elevator? I keep hearing loud banging and just now thought maybe the elevator made those sounds. But then, we'd be interrupted by the loud elevator all the time wouldn't we? And that's not how it is at all. The elevator closes quite slowly and gently with the tiniest sound. So what is that banging? Who knows? I don't know.

Hmm, is the stuff working now? Eh, I go check now...

-------5:37pm-------------

The lights are out again.

-------------------------------8:00pm-----------------------------

They have the lights, but the elevator isn't working. Apparently, we'll need to pass the night before it's fixed.

I heard a bang and thought of the heavy metal doors for the stairs. I opened the door and saw a man down on the floor leaning against the wall, gasping for breath. He had run up the stairs. That's about thirty flights up.

Night.

p.s. Oh, and I had to miss class. No way of in or out. I wish my mother lots and lots of fun climbing the stairs tonight. *smirk* Nyehehehehehehe...

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My voice has not returned to that splender I saw a few days ago. Splendor. Now I have a cold--stuffy nose, sore throat, the works.

Someone bombed a recruiting center early this morning in Times Square. People felt the shake up on the 40th floors. Glass fragments all over the floor. No one dead or injured--hey, it was early morning.

Ugh, I woke up from a bad dream at 11:42am. Normally, I'd be up and running on my laptop by then. Now I only have about three hours before running out of my house. Three hours to write an essay to turn in tonight. >.> Grrrreat, no?

Good night. Er, morning. Have a good day! I wish there was a magic drink, make all of this go away and my voice return in a *snap*! *cough*

Bye.

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I had a few days of good singing and now they're gone. I didn't have enough time to try out my ranges and clarity before I woke up raspy.

Now I don't know how to get it back. Perhaps not enough drinking water in my diet, the crazy weather, lack of clearly seperated and sufficient meals. Like now, I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast or lunch, just food at different intervals.

*sigh* Later at 2:30-3:30/4, I have to buy an afternoon meal/snack before I get to class. Then, I'll have another snack at around 7:30. A 'dinner' at 10pm--that is if Mommy remembers that I need food. >.>

That's my weekday feeding schedule.

What am I, a pet?

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So I was sitting in class. It just so happened that I finished the assignment early and spent the next ten-fifteen minutes loooking around the room, resting my head on my arms, sighing, drumming my fingers while waiting for the last few idiots still needing those "five more minutes, okay, guys?" to be done.

This guy diagonally across from me has his book out and has been reading for the past five-ten minutes. I catch my teacher's eye and take out a book of my own. He--the teacher--starts making his rounds from his place in front of the room, once, twice, five times. He stops at his own desk, then walks again.

He stops by my desk. "What are you reading there?" I smile and show him the book, then turn back to it, thinking he was just amking conversation for the last few seconds. "You reading a Chinese book?" He smiles. I don't answer, thinking perhaps I heard him wrong. He reads the first few words of the title aloud. I add the last, "Empress". "Ah, empress.", says he. I nod my head. He looks at me. "That sounds Chinese." Another smile.

I blink. "Um, it's by Tamora Pierce." A blank look on his face and I continue, "One of the most popular young adult authors." Top of the New York Times List, I add silently. More and more 'adults' are reading young adult fiction from all the great media the genre is getting. ANYWAY. "She has these realms she's created..."

"Oh, so it's fantasy?" he interrupts abruptly. I nod. "Oh." He nods, too, and then walks away.

What the hell was that? What was all that 'Chinese' crap?

God.

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I've been getting eye twitches. And it's been such an annoyance.

I believe I started getting them Monday, but they didn't stay for long. I think I got them again yesterday. I think, because I was too preoccupied by throbbing headaches, nausea, and occasional chills. Though the chills could've been real...I couldn't really tell.

Now, they've started again. The stupid twitches. My left eye and left eye ONLY. Annoying the heck outta me. I'm trying to watch something and it's like a slug writhing within my eyelid. >.> Ugh. Oy...

Ok, it's actually not all that terribly annoying. Just wouldn't mind them going away, no? =D

Have a nice day~!

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First of all, the login thing is still annoying the heck out of me. I had to re-login again this morning. >.> Grr.

Second of all, first day of class! But of course, it's night-time so right now I'm pondering whether or not to take a nap. Might I get tired during class today? Does dis wittle baby need a wittle sweep?

Third of all, I had managed to find Huang Zhu Ge Ge online and spent that last week re-watching it! XD And I couldn't find Huang Zhu Ge Ge 2 so now I'm rewatching the series for the second time. Hehehe...

Oh, I love it so. It's classic modern Chinese historical drama. A must in my future library and I have to go look for the whole set. The first and second are best, what with the same actors and all. Our favorite Xiao Yien Zhi and Wu A Ge. *dreamy* The third, on the other hand, an entirely different cast and different plotline that would have been impossible with the original characters. Xiao Yien Zhi would neer have let that happen.

Originally, I had never meant to watch the third season with all those new people (who aren't all that good looking, if I may say so =P). Now, I'm not so against it anymore, I think I shall. So I believe I will have the complete set including number 3 in my not-yet-existant library. I will take another fan's advice and treat it as a different series altogether so I won't get myself all upset over the differences betweeen the characters, plotline, and probability of the possibilities. (^-')=b

Ah, I'm done. See ya'll latah!

Oh, wait. Crap. I may never go online at night again. Or at least only for a little while at a time. Damn it! Ah, well.

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