Dear 2008,

Please stop killing famous people, it's getting weird.

Love,
Me

This summer is pretty much shitty, I think. Despite the fact that some good things have happened, and despite my feeling fairly satisfied with things overall, when I look at it, I realize that I've done practically nothing in the past two months, and that I will be far more satisfied going back to school a month from now than I have ever been going back after a long break before.

On Sunday morning, my parents are leaving to go on vacation to Alaska for two and a half weeks. I will be home, working and taking care of the cats. I may or may not have some sort of gathering at my house in the next two weekends while they're gone, I still need to decide. I definitely need a break from my parents, so I'm glad they're going away, but I know that by the time they come back, I will be so done with making my own dinner and letting the cats out at four in the morning that I will be glad that they're back.

Nothing terribly eventful has been going on. I got a Netflix account, and I'm now obsessed with getting and watching as many movies as possible while still only spending the money for the one-at-a-time plan. I may have to get the two-at-a-time if I get too impatient. They have pretty much every movie I could possibly think of there, so my queue is already about 60 things long, and I haven't really put any TV shows on there (only Freaks and Geeks).

If I make this entry longer, no one will read it, so that's all I have to say. Perhaps I will update more often as a result of how little I really have to say for the next few weeks. Does this make me sound depressed? I'm actually not.

So I just got some spam for viagra and cialis, and at the bottom of the message was this:

themselves, they set off up the sloping lawns.
very good indeed! Theyll have trouble controlling you!
ferocious-looking female. He was making the same sort of screechy noises
It was Voldemort, Harry thought, staring up at the canopy of his bed in
Harry! Harry!
calmly. I think it possible that it is you who are prejudiced, Cornelius.
He threw Pigwidgeon out of the window. Pigwidgeon plummeted twelve feet
was eavesdropping. Shortly after that, the twins rolled up their

Apparently someone decided to include random lines from Harry Potter for shits. That's all.

Right, so we start out last night, when Deb and I got back from Eckerd and Convenient and the video store, and I drive around in Crispell for like, nearly ten minutes trying to get a spot, miss one by literally about three seconds when someone pulled out, I had to go all the way around the lot, and by the time I got there, someone just pulled into the lot and into the spot. I was going to murder someone. So we went all the way around (because you have to go on the one-way street to get back out to the main road) and parked in 32.

Now, when I was *leaving* Dubois around 12:30, I went to 32, got my car and drove back to the College lot where I always park, being that I live there. I drove through *there* like twice until I realized there must have been something going on at my building last night, because there were no spots there either. *Then* I went over to the Bouton lot, the only one anywhere near me that allows residents to park overnight. That one was full too. After driving through both lots another two times, I decided that since I wasn't about to go all the way back to 32, park there, and walk all the way back, I'd just park in one of the commuter lots. It's not allowed, but I was fucking fed up by that point.

So this morning I get up, get dressed, and go out to my car to get my ticket. I feel exceedingly unpleasant toward campus police right now, especially one M. Doyle, who apparently thinks my car is blue.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I don't remember most of it, and it might have been a crazy House of Leaves dream, but it was fucked up. I was somewhere in a house in San Diego that had a lot of rooms and doors and curtains, and I don't remember much of anything specific, except that I was smoking a lot in the dream, and I was smoking Marlboros. At one point, I was like, "wow, this cigarette seems really hot... oh, that's because it's smoldering from the filter end!" I also remember looking out some windows at a very odd but pretty sunset, and then the windows going black, like I wasn't supposed to look out of them. I think I was looking for someone, but I can't remember. I was totally chain smoking though.

I figured I ought to update, since I haven't in a rather long time and I always start to feel guilty after awhile when everyone else is giving regular updates on their life and I'm being reclusive in the public journaling sense.

I'm at school again, got here yesterday. I've seen most of my friends since then, but mostly I just want to start classes and get all of the stuff done that I need to get done. I really don't even have much of anything to write about at this point, aside from the fact that I haven't done much yet and that hopefully I'll do more soon. My room in College is nice, the closet has a door and there's an overhead light fixture that connects to a switch and everything, so it's a step up from my room last year. I miss having the common room, and it sucks to be far away from pretty much all of my friends, but I know I'll be happy not to have to walk very far to get to class or to town, and it's not like I haven't seen people. I just see people a little bit less (which could easily change anyway, since we just haven't started classes yet).

I hope this semester doesn't suck, and I hope my growing anxiety about scheduling and graduation requirements will be lessened soon, and hopefully I'll get a good advisor. Tomorrow I'll find out what to do to declare. I guess it's a good thing to have a class with a professor I already know, even if I don't really like her at all.

I remembered before that I've forgotten to play my Best of Queen tape in my car, and I have to do that next time I drive somewhere.

( This is what I thought of the Deathly Hallows, behind a cut incase anyone finishes it after me (yeah, right)Collapse )

So the semester ended a couple of weeks ago, and I haven't really posted an entry since about a week before that, so here's some terribly interesting things that are going on in my life right now:

- Jamaica tomorrow, until next Tuesday
- Utah/Missouri from the Tuesday after that until the following Sunday
- oh my god I need a job like, right now
- I still haven't seen Pirates, and I'm not sure that I care
- I've spent the past week and a half cleaning my room and trying to unpack, which has been much more successful than I expected
- I don't know who my roommate will be next year, and I won't know until after their freshman orientation session is over
- I just remembered that I had a dream last night where I moved in, and my new roommate was cool and she asked me if I minded that she was bi (ha, that's funny)
- there's nothing else that's interesting, especially since half of that wasn't interesting either

I don't really miss school that much. I mean, I miss hanging out with people, and I miss having things to do, because I'm bored to tears here, but I'm doing just fine without being there. I think it was the relative lackluster quality of things that defined my year. It was fine, and it could have been much worse, but it wasn't exactly what I'd hoped it would be. I'm hoping that I'll be able to make the necessary adjustments next year to make things more... good. That sounds awful, 'more good'. Less bad? It wasn't really bad, though, just not great. It may be that the amount of other people's stuff that I had to throw away while cleaning the suite, and the amount of other people's stuff I brought home is helping me to articulate how I feel about things. That's a little depressing and angsty sounding though, so don't think about that. This is probably a good time to mention that Deb, I have you copy of Velvet Goldmine, and Liz, I have that towel that I never washed for you, and your Jimi Hendrix poster. Also, if anyone wasn't around for it, we gave that copy of Field of Dreams to Airrion, who was like, "uh... okay" when we offered it to him.

And now that I've done a sufficient amount of rambling, a meme: ( I'm excited, are you excited?Collapse )

Yesterday, I got hit in the face with a refrigerator. We (my roommate and I) were taking it down the stairs in the main lobby of our building on a little handtruck, and I was at the bottom of the stairs, and she was toward the top of the stairs, and then all of a sudden the fridge was in my face. You can hardly see the bruise actually, the only problematic effect is the possible blood clots I'm getting in my left hand from the bruises I got there, but aside from that, I'm miraculously fine. It's funny, because I didn't get hurt. I went over to the health center anyway, just to make sure I didn't need an x-ray or anything, and I had to fill out like, two forms just to get told to put ice on it. Fun time.

That's all. I just figured an exciting story would brighten everyone's day.

I haven't updated in awhile (which I suppose is the norm now), so I figured I would, because I'm extremely bored and I don't feel like looking for dragons to kill in my newest almost-finished game of FFVI.

So anyway. It's all spring/summery now, which is nice, except that it makes me remember why I hate sweating so much. At least I've been able to go outside without dying from some sort of cold, wind or rain-related factor. Now I just have a nice, seasonal sinus infection.

I've basically spent the last five or six days on different travel websites planning out or helping to plan out my summer trips, which will be just lovely, assuming I don't die on any plane trips, and I make enough money upon returning to pay for them. That's the other thing. I'm not working at Harvey this summer like I was going to, because the dates for counselor orientation basically overlapped with both trips, and there's no point in taking a job that you won't like very much so you can fund travel if the job stops you from traveling. So hopefully when I get home, I'll be able to find some miraculously high-paying job that will start conveniently on June 18th (which should by all means be a good luck kind of day for me, being my half-birthday and all), and everything will work out. And if not, I'll probably be in B. Dalton in the mall until I die.

For now, I'm focusing at least half of my energies on finishing the school year, which is a lot more than usual, and makes me feel like I'm being all academic and whatnot. I think I'm beginning to piss off my classmates in lit though, because I can absolutely no longer stand those post-question silences that we got so used to last year, and now must actually answer the stupid questions that my professor poses. Of course, the sad fact is that half of them don't refrain from answering because the questions are too stupid to answer, but because they don't know the answer. This makes me feel elitist and inflates my ego, and I'm starting to actually not feel bad for that.

That's about it, or about as far into it as I feel like getting right now (or possibly far more than anyone will want to read into it ever). Yeah.

( the alphabet one, and then maybe I'll actually talk about my life, or something...Collapse )

So break is over. I realized today while half-listening in stats that there are only about two months left of school. I feel like it went way too quickly, like I should have found it tedius at some point, and I haven't. Maybe that's a good thing I can say about it. I need to start looking at classes for next semester already too, so hopefully things will work out in that department. I guess that's about it for now. Yay. Oh, and just to assert that I noticed, I really wish that the little caption in this meme didn't have a completely incoherent sentence in it. It would make it better. That's all.

( 70 questions, some of which I have, in fact, answered before...Collapse )

Well that was fun.

So I'm at home for break and bored to tears already. My brother and his fiancee came over yesterday and brought their new Wii though, so we were playing WarioWare for a few hours. Aside from that, people who are home this week as well, we need to do stuff, because... we do. I'll pretty much be around all week, except for a few appointments with doctors and things. So call me.

That is what I'll be saying soon if I don't get more sleep tonight than I've been getting. Because, you know, zombie. I have no idea what's causing it, but I've been having some odd bout of insomnia for the past few nights, and I haven't gotten more than four hours of sleep on average. It pretty much sucks, but I'm hoping by now I'm tired enough that I'll be able to fall asleep anyway.

I have no idea why I felt the need to make an LJ post about this topic, but you got one, so be thankful.

I almost feel bad about it, but I haven't done this in awhile, plus this whole sentence is actual text, so it's not a terrible stain on my character.

I have no idea why I didn't get my food wrapped up last night at the Thai place. I should have, but at the time, all I could think about was how spicy it was, even though it was completely delicious, and how I had asked for 'hot', rather than 'medium' because I assumed medium was what they gave me last time when they didn't ask and it was really, really not spicy at all and I was disappointed. Like, I want my curry to be spicy, but I don't want my nose to be running before I get halfway through the plate, that's not fun for me, I can't appreciate my food.

Anyway. Things are good. I like being able to say that they're good, and actually mean it, and they really, really are. I am doing well, and I am about as happy as I can possibly be at this time of the year with the weather what it is. My classes are going well, I'm not slacking in German as much as I was two weeks ago, and I'll only have to pay three dollars in late fees if I bring back my movies to the video store tomorrow, because god knows it ain't happening today.

And I just reminded myself, through some strange chain of thought, that I have to get that application ready for the honors program, and I have to find professors who will give me references. Maybe I will find out at my paper conference this Wednesday that Marliese Paffenroth has taken a liking to me, and she can give me a recommendation. I'm not sure how good of an idea it would be to ask my German professor, who I know the best out of all of them for one, being that I only ever really do half of the homework she assigns and I only do well on her tests if I remember to cram twenty minutes beforehand.

But whatever. I'm having an alright kind of day, though I'd really like a cup of tea right now and I can't make one, because genius me left out my hot pot during inspection week and got it confiscated. So no more hot water. They didn't even take the top, it's still sitting on the bottom shelf of my bookcase, they just took the pot and left me a little note under my sea monkey tank that they'd taken it. Fuckers. Yeah. Now, I want you to think about what you've just read through (if you've in fact gotten this far) and wonder why it is you wasted that like, two minutes reading it, because I'm certainly wondering why I wasted the time to write it.

^^; have a great day, guys

I'm looking for inspiration in all the wrong places, it seems. I can't write anything in here, it's just too damn dusty.

I hate laundry days here. I don't know if it's that I always time it wrong or what, but there seems to quite often be a fifteen minute discrepancy in the time I go downstairs when I think my laundry is done in the dryer to when it's actually finished. I get the sneaking suspicion, sometimes, that people take my stuff out of the dryer, put theirs in for fifteen minutes, and then put mine back in and pretend like nothing happened. There are rarely free dryers, I wouldn't be surprised.

( I had a very odd dream last night...Collapse )

So yeah. School. I feel quite settled into the semester, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Today though, I spent two hours in the costume shop fixing things and labeling things and reinforcing things, and I put a frog closure on something that will be visible from stage and I'm very proud of myself, because this feels legitimate to me. I really like having shop hours, and I really, really hope that I'll be able to keep doing it after I'm done with the class, because it makes me feel useful, and I don't have anything else here that does that. It's nice.

That's all.

I freak out about everything, but I'm very lucky.

Also, today I bought pink plaid fabric, which makes me so very, very happy, I can hardly describe it in words. Though, I've just realized that I can't possibly pull off wearing my peacoat with the bag I'm going to make, because that would be even more terrible than... well, than how plaid my coat is.

I've been playing Chrono Trigger for the past few days, and I really love it. I wish I'd had it back when I played FFVI on the SNES cart, I'd have known about it so much sooner. It's probably the best game I've never gotten around to playing before.

I really want my LJ client to stop telling me that I need to change my password so that it has numbers in it, because it's waaaay too easy to guess. Fuck you, client, you wouldn't even know what my password is if I didn't type it in every time I write an entry :P

So classes have begun again, and I think I got much luckier this semester than I did last semester. Of course, this time last semester, I liked a lot more of my professors than I ended up liking, but for now, I'm pretty much happy with everything, except psych, because the woman is just creepy with how happy she is. Jean says it's inspirational. I'll try to think of it that way.

I've been spending a lot of time doing not a whole lot, which is nice for a while, but then gets kind of old. Yesterday though, was nice, I went to dinner and to 60 Main with some friends, and we, you know, bonded or whatever. I think out of all of the 'going out' kind of activities, just going to a restaraunt is still my favorite. It's low-stress, I get to eat something good, my feet don't hurt because we're sitting, and it's never too loud to talk. Yay.

And.... that's about it, I don't really have anything else of note to say (and that's even assuming that the other things I've said have been of note). Have a lovely evening.

Next time I go home for a long break, someone needs to hit me over the head with a blunt object and remind me of just how badly I overpacked for this one. Out of everything I brought home, I probably used less than half of it, and even a lot of the things that I thought I'd absolutely need never came out of the bags I brought them home in. It sucks royally, too, because not only do I have to bring all of that back, but now I have to also manage to take my sewing machine and my bass, which I decided I'd like to have at school with me (and will actually use, unlike the shit I brought home). If anything, I wish I'd brought home some stuff that I can leave here, because I don't need it there, but it turns out that everything I brought home is something I use at school, but don't seem to use here very often, i.e., half of my clothing (since laundry gets done so much more often), most of my shoes (because for some reason I have pretty much stopped wearing all but two pairs - and yet I keep buying more), movies, books, etc, etc, and so on and so forth.

Ugh. I needed to rant about that for a minute. So now I'll get back to packing, try to make my room look like I didn't manage to trash it in a month, and resist the temptation to bring back other stuff that I may or may not use. Like Donna the Disembodied Unicorn Pinata. I want to bring her, but is there room? Find out next time, on Oh My God, I Thought I Knew How to "Travel Light".