Full Frontal Nerdity

[	mood	|	worried	]
[	music	|	Sigur Ros-Staralfur	]

My Opa, grandfather in Dutch, went from being perfectly lucid a few days ago to not being able to tell where he is. They can't get any flights back to the Netherlands though, it's very troublesome. My Oma and my mom spend the entire time alternating between crying and whispering while trying not to show him how worried they are. They're failing. Some easter huh?

Not to mention the landlord had Cerilio tear the yard apart. He pulled out all the roses, a gardenia, and a large climbing clematis.  It looks like a warzone with assorted potted plants to cheer up the soldiers. 

The stat project has completely fallen apart. John hasn't sent me what he's supposed to. I e-mailed my teacher about my group's inability to function without a boot to the arse, hopefully she'll give us an extension. 

On the bright side, I wrote a Harry Potter oneshot, would anybody be willing to beta, because Colleen takes too freakin' long? The only reason I'm still waiting on her for the second savage garden chapter is because she's already done half of it and it would be a shame to lose all the work. 

to whom it may concern . . .I want to learn Icelandic. It is, after all, perfectly useless, and therefore perfectly worth knowing. I know the language has a name. I forget what it is. You take my meaning anyway.