I'm listening to death cab with $5 headphones on a computer with probably a defective soundcard. Whatever the reason, I've lost the entire range of high notes. Ben Gibbard sounds like Chad Kroeger. Marina of Marina and the Diamonds sounds like the guy from Maroon 5. The guys from Pitch Perfect sound like James Brown. The girls kind of sound like the original dude version. Paramore is fronted by a dude. Very cool but very annoying.

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I got sized for the iron ring today! My pinky wears a 3.5. I'm not sure how they're going to adminster oaths and rings to 300 people an hour.

Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid --
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade."
"Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
"But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of them all."

This poem is actually part of the ceremony.

Also, I'll be faerie-proof. Wooo.

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Fiona gave me a very small elephant. 'For strength'. It meant a lot.

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Fixed the IW website! everything shows up under the correct category now :)

I was at the university, and my hands were zombified. Everybody was slowly zombifying. There was a games developer who was working on a solution to it. I walked through Winners and was punched by two sales associates. I found a boy whose feet were zombified. I ate the fried rice left over from the EngSoc meeting out of a thermos and washed it down with a juice box that I stole from the boy. It was chrysanthymum tea. I woke up because I realized I drank all my crysanthymum tea last week.

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Beginning to panic over my last referee for my last grad application. I sent a reminder email yesterday, but to no avail. I might have to call Minnesota long distance tomorrow. Uh oh.

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But on the plus side, I found a carpooler willing to leave at 6 for Midland/Steeles tomorrow :)

Maybe not doomed.