an empty room

trytryagain @ 2011-01-12T23:40:00

2011-01-13T05:40:42Z

Wow. You know you've been off LJ for a while when some of your comms haven't updated since 2007. Jesus.

games, the fun

2010-02-16T20:21:25Z

Entertainment in strange places, 02/16/10:

Using 'spn' for 'supernatural' in my Sociology of Religion notes.

in a nutshell

2010-02-15T04:10:23Z

Six word biography. I heard about them on NPR driving home from class a couple weeks ago and the idea just stuck with me. I'm still trying to come up with six words that tell my life story. I find myself wondering what other people's are - not exactly new since I wonder about people a lot. The best one I've come up with is:

constant headache. new path, rocky and long.

It doesn't say everything - not sure anyone can be whittled down to just six words - but it says enough and hints at more. What would yours be?

the ghost in the machine

2010-02-12T05:28:51Z

... or the giant moth, depending on my level of lurky naughtiness. Whatever. Either way, still here, just very, very quiet.

from Ann and Adam (all good things)

2009-12-12T07:37:14Z

HOW ZOMBIES LEARNED TO RUN

Zombie #1: BRAAAAIIINS...

Victim: AAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!

Zombie #1: BRAAAAIIINS!

Zombie #2: Mark.

Zombie #1: Shhh, I'm trying to stay focused here. BRRAAAAIINNNS!!

Zombie #2: Mark that guy is getting away from us, like, really easily.

Zombie #1: Dude I know. Who would've thought a middle-aged used car salesman could suddenly turn into frickin' Usain Bolt? Usain Bolt when he was alive, I mean. Zombie Usain Bolt is slower than me somehow.

Zombie #2: But that guy's just... he's just walking briskly.

Zombie #1: I know! It's like, where's the fire, asshole? I mean, there's fires all over the place, but you know what I mean. *Sigh* C'est la vie. We'll get the next one.

Zombie #2: Mark, I've been thinking.

Zombie #1: How? Your head's barely on.

Zombie #2: Still. I have an idea.

Zombie #1: Try me. BRRAAAAIINNNS!!!!

Zombie #2: Can you stop doing that first?

Zombie #1: ...

Zombie #2: ...Thank y-

Zombie #1: Brains.

Zombie #2: ...Thanks. OK, now this is gonna sound a little 'crazy'-

Zombie #1: You wanna go halfsies on that dead dog over there?

Zombie #2: No. I was gonna say, why don't we just... run.

Zombie #1: Say whaa?

Zombie #2: Run. Running. Our legs, moving faster than they currently are.

Zombie #1: That's ridiculous. We're zombies. We shamble. Shambling is our thing. We shamble, and then we swarm.

Zombie #2: First of all, there are two of us. But also why?

Zombie #1: Why? Why is the sky blue? Why is the marrow inside a human femur the most delicious thing on Earth? Nobody knows these things.

Zombie #2: I just think we should try it, is all.

Zombie #1: Yeah, well, I don't like where what's left of your head is at.

Zombie #2: You know where I'd like my head to be at, Mark? Buried cheek deep in the arm meat of a fat lady who's all mine because I chased her down myself. I'm sick and tired of splitting meals with our friends. There's too much jockeying for position, and everyone we hang out with smells, just, the worst.

Zombie #1: Really? I miss my nose. Anyway what you're suggesting is preposterous. Speed is our primary weakness, and always has been. It's like if sunlight suddenly started making vampires glisten instead of die.

Zombie #2: Look, I don't care anymore. I'm hungry. And I'm doin' it.

Zombie #1: Fine, but don't come moaning to me when your undead leg bones disintegrate before you've made it ten steps.

Zombie #2: Shut up. That is not going to happen. (Exhales slowly.) I can do this.

Zombie #1: Should I fire a gun into the air or something?

Zombie #2: That's stupid. We can't... can we use guns?

Zombie #1: I dunno. Never tried.

Zombie #2: ...OK we'll come back to that. Anyway, here goes.

(Zombie #2 takes off running, and stops successfully after a short distance.)

Zombie #2: Holy shit.

Zombie #1: Holy shit!

Zombie #2: I mean DID YOU SEE THAT!?

Zombie #1: I DID! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!?

Zombie #2: I can't really hear you, Mark. Why don't you run over here and tell me?

Zombie #1: You know what? I fuckin' will!

(Zombie #1 starts to run, but his undead leg bones disintegrate before he makes it ten steps.)

Zombie #1: AAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!

Zombie #2: Oh my zombie god. Are you OK, buddy? Can you walk? What do you need?

Zombie #1: CAAAAAANES!!

BAH

2009-12-08T16:34:46Z

I did it again. Walked into Race and Ethnicity this morning and, oh hey there exam! Thank fuck I knew the material. Plus there was a lot of figuring out the answer to one question based on information given in a different question. Supreme Court case versus district, 1971 not 1958, that kind of thing. Now I'm sitting in the bowels of the library typing on the last keyboard that should ever be in a library--fucker is loud. Might as well type with a jackhammer, it'd be quieter than this thing. And more accurate-- trying to squeeze in some work before Criminology. I have that then a lunch break with yet again more typing before I have to meet with my lab group. Then a nice long walk home in the snow. Joy.

a open letter to the wordsmiths

2009-12-07T23:47:07Z

Dear writers of LJ,

STFU with all the ellipses. Think of them like golf strokes: the fewer you need to get the job done, the better.

That is all.

Signed,
that Anna girl

p.s. This missive does not go out to the lovely jb_ficexchange writers I'm working with. Although if you send me something where '...' is more common than 'the' I will be forced to reconsider.

who needs sleep?

2009-12-07T23:16:18Z

Barenaked Ladies taunt me and say, Well you're never gonna get it! Canadian bastards.

So yeah. Got up at 7am. Yesterday. Had a quiz in biology this afternoon and it was not the one I studied for--I confused Wednesday's test with today's and reviewed plants instead of the genetic workings of bacteria and viruses. I swear, I was so proud of myself for going through the plant material, then I got to class and oh fuck me.

This isn't the first time it's happened. First time with a test, but I seem to have a habit of writing things down correctly, firmly believing that I *remember* them correctly and then stubbornly refusing to check what I wrote to see if I'm indeed correct. Kinda defeats the whole point of writing it down in the first place and yet I keep doing both, writing and not checking.

I have a research paper due tomorrow on the semester-long plant experiment we did for the lab portion of biology. Technically it's due Thursday by 5:15pm, but it's a group project and we're all meeting tomorrow afternoon to put our different parts together and smooth out the rough edges. Last week we did the PowerPoint presentation so I have most of it written already. It was just so much easier to do it as a presentation because it was more informal, and she's pretty relaxed on grading them. Thank god because I know I wasn't the only one freaked out about it, public speaking being one of my big phobias. Mine and all my group members, too. I spaz mentally and start to shake. Jasmin and Candice both speed up to the point of speakinginonecontinuouswordblob, and Mads gets really, really slow--like, dirge slow.

We nailed it, though. Don't know how since we were a mess in practice, but gift horse? Mouth? Not looking.

Also, sleep deprivation? Totally has me bouncing off the walls. It's a little frightening. I started giggling uncontrollably when I was walking back to my car, all because 'Jojo's Mojo Dojo' popped into my head and was clearly the funniest thing since pie.

Demi knows their pain points

2009-12-07T01:17:17Z

December 14th is almost here!

I'm looking forward to reading all the fics for jb_ficexchange. I've committed to betaing a few, but so far all of my authors are still working away. Can't say I envy them, especially with finals and the holidays hitting around the same time. Still, totally looking forward to picking apart fics in between studying Affirmative Action policies in education, and molecular genetics and cell biology. I have a feeling I'll need the mental comfort food ;)

curse my OCD level organization.

2009-11-02T03:26:20Z

Defining au in Supernatural fic is a tricky bitch. Also? Alphabetizing tags, while handy dandy in the long run, is annoying as hell when you forget one or realize there are whole other categories you didn't even think of...

I hate shopping with boobs

2009-10-27T01:02:40Z

Got my order from ModCloth today with very mixed results. The sizes are based on flat measurements instead of circumference so I had to guess a lot. Mostly I just went with large because I? Have boobs. I definitely have those things. But I also have a waist and they don't seem to allow much for those. I work hard for my waist, dammit! And if the stuff I'm wearing doesn't cinch in crazily, I look like I'm wearing a flipping tent... it's frustrating.

Any suggestions? I'm not a big fan of the American Apparel genre of clothing (yeah it's the college uniform, but I just say no) More boutiquey type stuff, lots of little details and color. Please color. I've been looking for a mid-weather wool coat for I don't know how long, unfortunately I don't want a pea coat or something black so I seem to be shit out of luck :/ Why is everything black? We need color during winter so we don't kill ourselves!

so many pandas in my life and I still think of Joe first. then Kevin.

2009-10-08T05:42:01Z

That is all.

monkeys

2009-10-05T23:35:48Z

Didn't have gym today, THANK GOD. I made the mistake of going for a run on Saturday and Sunday, and my calves feel like they're going to snap. I spent the whole morning sort of hobbling around the house with my coffee. Stretched, drank my water, but damn they still hurt. Walking to school actually seemed to help (three mile round trip so not too bad in this weather) then I twisted my ankle stepping in a pothole so... yeah. If I was a horse someone would have shot me by now.

Gym on Wednesday. Gym after two mile walk, too, then two miles back home. Good news is I study well while walking. Studied for my last bio exam while I did the track last week and managed a 58/60.

I've been listening to my iTunes more, and, wow, had not realized how much I missed Nickel Creek. For art I mostly listened to WPR. Putting my computer directly in the line of fire just wasn't happening. Wire shrapnel hurts and I'm mean enough to my Mac as it is. So mainly WPR and random TV marathons. I watched seven hours of MonsterQuest during plaster, I think? Seven hours. What did I learn? The coolest thing a motion sensor camera will ever film is a bunny, period. Two days isn't enough time to find your own ass, much less the Loch Ness monster. And old school stakeouts of dead cows are more entertaining than fuzzy videos and wandering around in the pouring rain will ever be.

Seriously, the police hiding in a tiny pup tent, spying on a decomposing cow for signs of El Chupacabra was sweet. Probably the only stakeout those people ever got to do and they just went for it.

(LOL. El Copacabana/Candelabra/Abracadabra... sometimes I <3 spell check's sense of humor.)

oh dear

2009-09-30T22:24:47Z

Okay, OceanUP, which one of you geniuses decided to put Joe Jonas' head on Justin Timberlake's body. Srsly. The whole Taylor/Joe/Camilla "love triangle" needs to be let go (looking at you, TSwift)

now I know it's bad

2009-09-21T01:32:56Z

Not even JONAS was enough to clear the sad cloud of studying for my first bio exam. Fucking genetics... why did I pick this class for my science lab req? ;__;

ZOMBIE MEME

2009-09-17T05:19:00Z

Brazenly swiped from one mayqueen517

You are in the mall when zombies attack. You have:
1. One weapon
2. One song blasting on the speakers
3. One famous person (real or character) to fight alongside you

1. My brother's knife from Kenya- stained with blood! I covet it so. I am WICKED with a decent knife/sword (BWAHAHA)

2. Already said (by me) but "Let The Bodies Hit The Floor" by Drowning Pool.

3. If I want to live? My dad because he's fucking bad ass. For sheer awesome, Mr. Nick J because you know he'd turn it into some big Kill More Dead People contest and go nuts killing *everything*!

I really miss my 'MINE IS AN EVIL LAUGH' icon right now :( Boo.

trytryagain @ 2009-09-13T22:11:00

2009-09-14T03:16:29Z

You know that moment, when you've been working on something for hours, and you go to save it for the first time only to have the whirly ball/hourglass go and go and go... when your mind starts to panic because oh my god WHAT IF I LOSE IT???

That moment? Yeah. I just had that. AND I HATE IT.

Thankfully, my paper survived. This time. Next time I'll be less of moron and, hey, I don't know, save it earlier? Crazy, right? *headdesk*

(Shit! Spider! Must go kill)

that's so Miley

2009-09-09T03:07:16Z

Kim Kardashian's blonde moment has passed.

The Keeping Up With the Kardashians star—who lightened her locks last month for the Teen Choice Awards—is returning back to her roots. Her dark roots.

Did our ploy for Nick J's affection not work out? Hmm?

AHA!

2009-08-25T00:27:45Z

Update: I had Opera tucked away in my Applications folder. So until Firefox gets it's shit together, I should still be able to get online via Opera. None of my bookmarks :( but I'll manage.

AWOL

2009-08-23T22:13:02Z

Not going to be around much for a while. I downloaded the new version of Firefox and ran into some bugs that leave me stuck on almost any page I try to load. So for now don't expect me to be able to reply to things or post much.

grr

2009-08-20T04:29:07Z

Also: it's been so long since I did the whole friending thing here I can't remember- you ask, you friend, they reply or you ask, they reply, you friend.

Honestly it's kind of maddening how much I let myself over think these things...

stopping there

2009-08-20T04:17:19Z

I have this terrible habit. It's something that I do nearly every day, often multiple times a day as it tends to build upon itself, and it makes me very... sad. Frustrated. Disappointed in myself.

I write- and then I delete.

I comment on a post, a fic, a picspam, and then whatever it is in my brain that says, 'Yes, being social is awesome, people totally want you to participate, even if it's stupid it'll be fun and it's okay' shorts out only to be overridden by that 'You're not part of the conversation, you don't know these people, not really, if they wanted to be your friend they'd comment on your posts' thing. I fucking hate that thing. But 9 times out of 10, it wins out and I don't know why.

...

I remember reading a fic with Jonas and bandom folk (This Is An S.O.S'- totally reccing because it's fabulous) A lot of the initial story comes from out wildly out of place the Jonas Brothers are on Warped Tour and their general "home school" nature. Well:

His brothers seem to be getting along alright with the other guys. Nick turns to the tall blond guy on his right. “I’m from Jersey,” he says, looking up.

“I’m from Chicago,” says the tall blonde guy, looking down. “It’s cool.”

Sadly, the only thing that comes to mind is show tunes. Sadly, this is a reoccurring problem in Nick’s life. Nick swallows. “What’s Chicago like?”

“Best city in the wide wide world,” says the tall blonde guy.

Nick tries to smile but he thinks it comes out mostly confused.

“Lupe Fiasco,” explains the tall blonde guy. “He’s a local guy, maybe you haven’t heard of him.”

Nick says, “I’m sorry. I was home schooled.”

“Then this will be a very interesting experience for you,” says the tall blonde guy. “My name’s Bob.”

“I’m Nick,” says Nick, and he resists very hard against saying “Want to be friends?”

In this (strange never-going-to-happen universe) I'm Nick. Awkward, out-of-the-loop, terrified but still wanting to be this person's friend, wanting to know them and not saying it. I really, really want to say it. All the time. Online and in real life because writing and deleting? Not limited to the interwebs. The number of retorts and jokes and stories I've told in my mind without ever voicing could fill books.

Oh Dad...

2009-08-19T22:39:14Z

*picks up phone*
Dad: Condoleezza Rice?

"I've decided I love drugs"

2009-08-19T22:06:31Z

Oh I feel like mush. Pain meds are doing new and noodly things. I was walking Bailey earlier and just dropped his leash- like I couldn't be bothered to hold my hand that tight. Sorta watched it retract back to him like, 'Huh... okay...', not fully processing much beyond 'I don't have a leash' and 'Wow, I'm a dork'.

Fairly sure the car driving by thought similar things minus the 'I'.

Going to stop typing now. Fingers feel like they're melting into the keys (eww)

(Musical selection is TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL- and really amusing)

supa freak

2009-08-13T07:51:06Z

Oh I should *really* be asleep right now. Didn't sleep much last night and my brain kept supplying with the most bizarre crap like 'You're the garanimal of my soul!' Wtf? I didn't even know what a garanimal was before yesterday and now it defines my SOUL. Oh boy...