I can't believe this, but tomorrow will be one year ago that I started blogging everyday. Or, at least making a post for everyday.
It's strange, really. I've gotten so used to making them that they just seemed like a part of my day-to-day schedule. It'll be weird not to have a new post for everyday. I mean, I'll still update often, just not everyday. Which is actually good news, because having something to say will mean more quality posts, as opposed to my summation of the day posts that I've made so often.
The year really flew by, I think. I mean, it just feels like yesterday that I started posting everyday, but so much has changed since then. I'll talk about it more tomorrow, but it's still surreal to think about.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Actually enjoyed Physio Psych today
Which is weird, because most of the time I can't understand what we're talking about due to sleepiness and how bizarre biology is. But, I think it helps that my professor kept getting side-tracked by theoretical physics, multiverses, and optical illusions. Plus, he liked my experiment idea, which is awesome, because now I don't have to worry about thinking up a new one.
I went to Eager Beaver and got my car cleaned and vacuumed for the first time in ages, and it looks so pretty now.
I got the talk about job-hunting again. Subbing is looking like it won't be happening again, at least not at the elementary school level. Time will tell if I can sub at Verot. I'm going to talk to my dad about talking to my aunt and having her see if I can get a job in her field, since she does social work. That'd be good, since social work goes hand-in-hand with psychology.
Also... Mass Effect 3 will be in my hands this time next week. #Obsessed.
Monday, February 27, 2012
My professor really liked my story
He said it was hilarious and that I could write well, which was a major confidence boost. I decided to go ahead and post the story here, since I'm really happy with it.
The Rocket Scientist
I ordered the salmon, but I only ate the truffle risotto.
The Lakers game played over the bar, a huddled mass cheering and booing with each throw or pass. Seated in front of me, the girl whined like an incontinent puppy begging to go out, only the girl just wanted my attention. I focused on her big, marble-colored eyes and her bleach blonde curls. Her name was Sofia, but everyone called her Newt. For what reason, I didn’t ask. It’s unprofessional to get too personal in my line of work. She had delicately shattered the caramel shell of her crème brulee, eating it in tiny nibbles, as though small portions would keep her trim. Well, it had worked so far. “Mr. Fletcher,” she said, pushing out her pouty lips.
“What is it, Newt?” I asked, my finger thoughtfully rubbing condensation from my cup of watered-down cherry Kool-Aid. I always ordered Kool-Aid when a Lakers game was on. So far, my good luck charm had worked somewhere around 27 of 56 games. Too close to give up the superstition, especially this close to the championship.
“I want answers,” she said.
“And I want my cartoons published in the New Yorker, but we can’t always get what we want.” I began tapping my foot gingerly, cursing myself as the Rolling Stones got stuck in my head.
Newt gave me a vacant stare, and I began to realize how she earned the amphibian nickname. I took pity and said, “yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. You want to know who whacked your hay feverish hubby.”
She nodded like a bobble-head, curls falling from her temples. “Well,” I said, “it wasn’t the shark from Jaws, I can tell you that much. It was Jimmy Fontanero who gave him the facelift at the Edison’s mall map.”
“Jimmy Fontanardo—Fontanerio—Font—“
“They call him the ‘Hurricane.’”
“Oh…. Wh—why’d he kill him?”
“Your hubby got too deep into Jimmy’s gang. Got scared, y’see? So he went to the cops and sang like a parakeet. Hay fever and all, what a trooper.”
“What was he into that made Mr. The Hurricane so angry?” Newt’s poodle poked its head out of her purse. I thought she said the mutt’s name was Wallie, but I’ll be damned if I could bother to remember. I should have asked for something added to this Kool-Aid.
“Hurricane has lots of irons in the fire. My informants tell me that your husband was into a gambling ring, but was coming up like the kid who can’t ride the roller coaster.” She blinked again. “Short,” I added, thinking I needed to come up with better similes. The huddled mass cheered when the buzzer sounded. The game would soon be over. I looked and saw, between the gaggle of jersey-wearing fans and t-shirts, some shady folks in black hats. Hurricane’s men never were much for subtlety. “Excuse me one second, Newt. I’ve gotta visit the john.”
“What for?”
“To go put in a tampon, what do you think, sweetheart?” I stood to go, keeping my eyes on the hats. I was pretty sure they were Hurricane’s mooks, but I wanted to be certain. I studied them carefully from where I stood. Yep, folks in black hats couldn’t be anything but mooks. Except for wizards, but that seemed unlikely.
“You talk funny, Mr. Fletcher,” said Newt.
“Shut up.” I like to think I sauntered over to the bathroom as cool as the Fonz, but I’ll be the first to admit that it was probably more of a half run than anything. I splashed some cool water on my face and looked into the mirror. Yes, still good looking. Still working the dark and mysterious. I took a breath and walked back to Newt, who was lost in the reflection in her pocket mirror. For a moment, I was worried that statement was literal. “Newt.”
Breaking free from her enchantment, she looked up, her eyes a little wider than before. “Yes?” I sat back down in front of her, the cold plate of salmon between us.
“I don’t want you to panic,” I whispered, expecting her to panic no matter what, “but Hurricane has two guys in the crowd that probably want you next.”
Thankfully, she was silent, but her eyes started darting to-and-fro. “Relax, I have a plan.” Right on cue, she quit her jumping about and focused on me. “It’s gonna be a bit… extreme, but you seem like a good actress.”
“I made 128 films when I was in Hollywood for a year.”
“Jeeze Louise. Any I’ve heard of?”
“Depends. Do you stay up late with Cinemax on?”
“Ye—I—let’s get back to the plan. You’re gonna take a bite of this salmon, and then… choke on it. Or pretend to choke, depends on if you’re into that method acting mumbo jumbo. I’ve got a buddy who’s an ambulance dispatcher. He’ll send over an ambulance with a getaway driver that’ll take you to the airport, and put you on a plane to Canada.”
“Why there? I hate the cold.”
“It’s either being cold in the north, or cold and pushing up daisies. Your choice.”
She crossed her arms and sighed. “Fine.”
“I’m going to follow you in my Caddy XLR. When we get to the airport--”
“Mr. Fletcher?” The two black hat mooks from earlier were standing over us. “What a Wonderful World” started playing over the speakers which, if movies taught me anything, meant bad news was coming.
“What’s it to you, beardless Hagrid?” I said, looking up at his gargantuan height.
“You’re under arrest,” the first black hat said as his companion took me up by the armpits like a parent taking their kid out of a high chair.
“For what?” I said, kicking as though the child being taken out of the high chair still wanted his apple sauce.
“Practicing private detective work without a license.” As the first mook put his handcuffs on me and led me out of the restaurant, I heard Newt shouting for me inside.
“Mr. Fletcher! Do you still want me to do the choking thing?”
Newt was a lot of things: widow, dog-owner, probably a porn star, but she was no rocket scientist. Then again, she wasn’t the one being led away in handcuffs.
The Rocket Scientist
I ordered the salmon, but I only ate the truffle risotto.
The Lakers game played over the bar, a huddled mass cheering and booing with each throw or pass. Seated in front of me, the girl whined like an incontinent puppy begging to go out, only the girl just wanted my attention. I focused on her big, marble-colored eyes and her bleach blonde curls. Her name was Sofia, but everyone called her Newt. For what reason, I didn’t ask. It’s unprofessional to get too personal in my line of work. She had delicately shattered the caramel shell of her crème brulee, eating it in tiny nibbles, as though small portions would keep her trim. Well, it had worked so far. “Mr. Fletcher,” she said, pushing out her pouty lips.
“What is it, Newt?” I asked, my finger thoughtfully rubbing condensation from my cup of watered-down cherry Kool-Aid. I always ordered Kool-Aid when a Lakers game was on. So far, my good luck charm had worked somewhere around 27 of 56 games. Too close to give up the superstition, especially this close to the championship.
“I want answers,” she said.
“And I want my cartoons published in the New Yorker, but we can’t always get what we want.” I began tapping my foot gingerly, cursing myself as the Rolling Stones got stuck in my head.
Newt gave me a vacant stare, and I began to realize how she earned the amphibian nickname. I took pity and said, “yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. You want to know who whacked your hay feverish hubby.”
She nodded like a bobble-head, curls falling from her temples. “Well,” I said, “it wasn’t the shark from Jaws, I can tell you that much. It was Jimmy Fontanero who gave him the facelift at the Edison’s mall map.”
“Jimmy Fontanardo—Fontanerio—Font—“
“They call him the ‘Hurricane.’”
“Oh…. Wh—why’d he kill him?”
“Your hubby got too deep into Jimmy’s gang. Got scared, y’see? So he went to the cops and sang like a parakeet. Hay fever and all, what a trooper.”
“What was he into that made Mr. The Hurricane so angry?” Newt’s poodle poked its head out of her purse. I thought she said the mutt’s name was Wallie, but I’ll be damned if I could bother to remember. I should have asked for something added to this Kool-Aid.
“Hurricane has lots of irons in the fire. My informants tell me that your husband was into a gambling ring, but was coming up like the kid who can’t ride the roller coaster.” She blinked again. “Short,” I added, thinking I needed to come up with better similes. The huddled mass cheered when the buzzer sounded. The game would soon be over. I looked and saw, between the gaggle of jersey-wearing fans and t-shirts, some shady folks in black hats. Hurricane’s men never were much for subtlety. “Excuse me one second, Newt. I’ve gotta visit the john.”
“What for?”
“To go put in a tampon, what do you think, sweetheart?” I stood to go, keeping my eyes on the hats. I was pretty sure they were Hurricane’s mooks, but I wanted to be certain. I studied them carefully from where I stood. Yep, folks in black hats couldn’t be anything but mooks. Except for wizards, but that seemed unlikely.
“You talk funny, Mr. Fletcher,” said Newt.
“Shut up.” I like to think I sauntered over to the bathroom as cool as the Fonz, but I’ll be the first to admit that it was probably more of a half run than anything. I splashed some cool water on my face and looked into the mirror. Yes, still good looking. Still working the dark and mysterious. I took a breath and walked back to Newt, who was lost in the reflection in her pocket mirror. For a moment, I was worried that statement was literal. “Newt.”
Breaking free from her enchantment, she looked up, her eyes a little wider than before. “Yes?” I sat back down in front of her, the cold plate of salmon between us.
“I don’t want you to panic,” I whispered, expecting her to panic no matter what, “but Hurricane has two guys in the crowd that probably want you next.”
Thankfully, she was silent, but her eyes started darting to-and-fro. “Relax, I have a plan.” Right on cue, she quit her jumping about and focused on me. “It’s gonna be a bit… extreme, but you seem like a good actress.”
“I made 128 films when I was in Hollywood for a year.”
“Jeeze Louise. Any I’ve heard of?”
“Depends. Do you stay up late with Cinemax on?”
“Ye—I—let’s get back to the plan. You’re gonna take a bite of this salmon, and then… choke on it. Or pretend to choke, depends on if you’re into that method acting mumbo jumbo. I’ve got a buddy who’s an ambulance dispatcher. He’ll send over an ambulance with a getaway driver that’ll take you to the airport, and put you on a plane to Canada.”
“Why there? I hate the cold.”
“It’s either being cold in the north, or cold and pushing up daisies. Your choice.”
She crossed her arms and sighed. “Fine.”
“I’m going to follow you in my Caddy XLR. When we get to the airport--”
“Mr. Fletcher?” The two black hat mooks from earlier were standing over us. “What a Wonderful World” started playing over the speakers which, if movies taught me anything, meant bad news was coming.
“What’s it to you, beardless Hagrid?” I said, looking up at his gargantuan height.
“You’re under arrest,” the first black hat said as his companion took me up by the armpits like a parent taking their kid out of a high chair.
“For what?” I said, kicking as though the child being taken out of the high chair still wanted his apple sauce.
“Practicing private detective work without a license.” As the first mook put his handcuffs on me and led me out of the restaurant, I heard Newt shouting for me inside.
“Mr. Fletcher! Do you still want me to do the choking thing?”
Newt was a lot of things: widow, dog-owner, probably a porn star, but she was no rocket scientist. Then again, she wasn’t the one being led away in handcuffs.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
The Oscar's are not good this year
I'm not talking about nominations (though I'm not overjoyed with those, either). The show itself is just not good this year.
Spring break next week. Oh my God, this week needs to end as soon as possible. I want my spring break pronto.
Spring break next week. Oh my God, this week needs to end as soon as possible. I want my spring break pronto.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
This was a great day
I'm glad we got to start Sherlock, but I'm really happy to have a day where we spent the entire time talking. It was really awesome for us to do that, and it's going to suck that we'll have to go without for the next few weeks, but I'm sure we can survive, somehow.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Tarantino Friday
So, after itching to watch Kill Bill Vol. 1 for the longest time, I finally gave in and watched it for the first in a long while. I forgot how good it was. It was my first Tarantino movie, and I remember when I first saw it. Everything about it is awesome.
I then decided to just marathon it and watched Vol. 2, which is not as good as 1, but still good. It's just more talky, and I'm not a fan of the scenery the majority of the film takes place in.
Following that, I got some chores and errands done, found out I could get Xbox Live Gold for $2 for 2 months (awesome deal), and watched Reservoir Dogs at last. It was also a great film, and it was really neat seeing where Tarantino began it all.
I have to say, after taking that film class last spring, I think I have a new appreciation for Tarantino. My professor would keep bringing him up as an example of an auteur, which is an artist with a distinguishing, unique style. I think that really sums up Tarantino nicely. When you turn on a movie, you can tell if it's a Tarantino film. The music, the lighting, camera angles, dialogue, it's all very unique and particular to him.
Side note, I really have a craving to watch Japanese cinema now after Kill Bill.
I then decided to just marathon it and watched Vol. 2, which is not as good as 1, but still good. It's just more talky, and I'm not a fan of the scenery the majority of the film takes place in.
Following that, I got some chores and errands done, found out I could get Xbox Live Gold for $2 for 2 months (awesome deal), and watched Reservoir Dogs at last. It was also a great film, and it was really neat seeing where Tarantino began it all.
I have to say, after taking that film class last spring, I think I have a new appreciation for Tarantino. My professor would keep bringing him up as an example of an auteur, which is an artist with a distinguishing, unique style. I think that really sums up Tarantino nicely. When you turn on a movie, you can tell if it's a Tarantino film. The music, the lighting, camera angles, dialogue, it's all very unique and particular to him.
Side note, I really have a craving to watch Japanese cinema now after Kill Bill.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
I have finished The Hunger Games!
I will be able to see the movie now! Huzzahs all around! It was a great book, too.
IO Psych is virtual for the next couple of weeks, which is awesome, as I now get to come home super early in the morning. This allowed me to nap, which, again, was great and sorely needed.
I also got to relax since I've come home, too, which I also haven't really gotten to do all that much this just this... cloud of stress that I can't find the source for. But, I got my FemShep on, watched some Buffy, and just zoned out.
And soon... soon, it shall be spring break. So close now.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
In which I discover that noise-canceling headphones are one of the greatest things ever
When I vacuum the floor, the vacuum is ridiculously loud. My ears ring after using it, and turning up my iPod the whole way does nothing. So, when I had to vacuum today, I decided to borrow my mom's noise-canceling headphones she got from Jeff. Holy shit, they're perfect. I could barely hear the vacuum. It was awesome.
My mom's friend from high school has been in the area, and she came to visit this evening. I haven't seen her since my 15th birthday, so it was odd seeing her now. I don't really have any opinion of her, but it was nice to see that my mom is still really good friends with people from way back in the day. Hopefully we'll be that way in the future.
My mom's friend from high school has been in the area, and she came to visit this evening. I haven't seen her since my 15th birthday, so it was odd seeing her now. I don't really have any opinion of her, but it was nice to see that my mom is still really good friends with people from way back in the day. Hopefully we'll be that way in the future.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
In which I drown my sorrows into Mass Effect 3
I totally bombed my physio psych test.
I came home and just went and shot the shit out of some bad guys in the ME3 demo because I was just so angry and depressed, then I ate a whole pizza. Regret nothing.
I made a presentation for a really easy... presentation tomorrow. Then I'm coming home and taking a nap.
My schedule is not that bad, but shit like today really makes me want to just hurry the hell up and get to spring break.
I came home and just went and shot the shit out of some bad guys in the ME3 demo because I was just so angry and depressed, then I ate a whole pizza. Regret nothing.
I made a presentation for a really easy... presentation tomorrow. Then I'm coming home and taking a nap.
My schedule is not that bad, but shit like today really makes me want to just hurry the hell up and get to spring break.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Freaking out over physio tomorrow
So this won't be a very good post, because I'm totally stressing out over this. I wish my professor could have just made a damn review guide, because this is hard for non-bio people.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Semi-Productive Day
God knows I planned to be productive today, and I kind of was. I got my story finished for Narrative Techniques, which I would have spent tomorrow doing. But, instead of studying for my Physio Psych class, I Tumbl'd, because that shit is terrifying. I know what my game plan is for it though, so I'm going to get some studying in tonight, and spent most of tomorrow doing it, too.
I wanted to get started on everything at noon... but then I felt this craving to play Mass Effect, so I spent about two hours making my two alternative Shepards after I finish Mass Effect 3 and played that. I'm just so pumped for the game, and it coming out during spring break is basically fate (even though I don't technically believe in that).
After I finished my story, I decided to watch something on Netflix as a break between doing things on my academic to-do list. So, I had Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex in my queue, and decided to watch the first episode. This is the first intro music and, holy shit, it's gotta be one of the best themes I've ever heard. The intro to the show is also so painfully 90's looking that it makes me giddy. The show itself is also pretty awesome, even though the heroine's outfit is basically a purple version of that nasty bathing suit from Borat. Seriously, you could see pubic bone. I really hope that's not a constant in the show, because it's very distracting in a bad way. Oh well, we'll see. The rest of the show is terrific.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
We watched Naruto together
Jesse and I had our Skype movie date today. We watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and had a lovely luncheon together. Tomorrow we're watching Howl's, but I let him convince me into watching the first episode of Naruto today. It wasn't bad, I suppose. I'll let him show me the important episodes this summer. I can't wait for him to see Ouran.
Today was, on the whole, a pretty good day. It's amazing how much better I feel when I get to see his face and talk to him.
Today was, on the whole, a pretty good day. It's amazing how much better I feel when I get to see his face and talk to him.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
I've returned to The Hunger Games!
It occurs to me that I am quickly running out of time to get through the book, so I'm trying to make some more headway with it.
I had a pretty good Thursday, but I'm glad it's my weekend. It's a mega bummer that I'm doing nothing on Saturday, though. Oh well, time for sleeping in and stuff :-D
I also totally love what I've heard from this album. I'm saving monies for ME3, but once that comes out, I'll be buying this. It's very mellow, but poppy, so it's a nice combo.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
I want to go kayaking again
On the field trip to the beach this morning in Colloquium, we visited an estuary after we made it through the mangroves. Ugh, I love estuaries. They're so beautiful, and there's always a nice breeze. At this point, I've forgotten how to kayak or canoe, but with a little practice I'm sure I could get back to it.
It occurs to me that I'm nearing the end of my year-long challenge, which seems unreal. I feel like I could go on for much longer, but... I clearly don't have it in me to make interesting posts everyday. But I think I'll join Ashley in the So Thankful Sunday posts, since those are always a treat to read, and make me feel happy to read nice things.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Downton Abbey and Reapers
I totally love the music and the scene it accompanies, but whenever I hear the horns I just think "MASS EFFECTCEPTION."
I slept through all three of my alarms, which is crazy. It felt like everything was being thrown my way this morning, and I was raging until I finally got to talk to Jesse. Even though we only had two hours together, it was really sweet and nice as we watched an episode of Downton Abbey together. He's so adorable.
I then went to Costco, and my rage returned.
I quickly got home and started the Mass Effect 3 demo. It was so awesome, I played it twice. I think both Shepards were awesome, but I may have preferred FemShep, since her default was nicer looking than my custom-made for the demo MaleShep. I'm downloading the PS3 demo now, and some multiplayer action on Thursday would be pretty sweet!
Monday, February 13, 2012
Well, Valentine's day plans just changed
So... a friend of Jesse's that hasn't seen him in three years is coming down for one day tomorrow. Jesse and I talked for a while (it's very complicated), but our plans are being moved to Friday. We're both unhappy with this situation, but it's extremely difficult to write out every component, and I'm too tired for it.
Anyway, Mass Effect 3 tomorrow. I suppose that's the silver lining here.
Anyway, Mass Effect 3 tomorrow. I suppose that's the silver lining here.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Downton Abbey and my shipper heart
Downton Abbey is to human shipping what Ouran is to anime shipping.
I just can't right now.
I got my class cancelled tomorrow, which means I basically have a four-day weekend. Me gusta.
I heard Bon Iver won for best new artist at the Grammy's, which is great, even though he released his first album a couple of years ago, so I don't know how that works.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
I have Sheryl Crowe randomly in my head
How random. I mean, I did hear it earlier today, but still, randomly popping in.
Having a fun time at Ashley's! Glad to be done with Death Note.
Having a fun time at Ashley's! Glad to be done with Death Note.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Drive was really good
I had a pretty nice day. I couldn't believe how grown up my cousins look. It's weird to hear the youngest one's voice changed. I remember when the oldest one was a baby, and they're in high school. It's very, very strange.
I just sort of vegged today, but I'm rather okay with that. I'll be glad to hang out with Ashley and Jessica tomorrow.
Anyway, I watched "Drive" with my mom, and it turned out to be a good movie. It also reminds me of how ridiculous the Oscar nominations are. Ryan Gosling and Albert Brooks were awesome.
I'm watching "Blade Runner" on AMC right now, and they just said "nigger" uncensored. Jeeze, the times change.
I just sort of vegged today, but I'm rather okay with that. I'll be glad to hang out with Ashley and Jessica tomorrow.
Anyway, I watched "Drive" with my mom, and it turned out to be a good movie. It also reminds me of how ridiculous the Oscar nominations are. Ryan Gosling and Albert Brooks were awesome.
I'm watching "Blade Runner" on AMC right now, and they just said "nigger" uncensored. Jeeze, the times change.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
I have come to the conclusion that Homestuck is the longest fucking webcomic epic on le Interwebs
I mean, it's really good, but now it's starting to become tedious. There's so many fucking plot lines and shit that it feels like the author is trolling the audience. Which he might. The bastard.
The test for IO Psych went well, I think. I even answered some questions in Physio Psych, which is... progress.
I found out a few hours ago that my grandpa on my dad's side (technically my step-grandpa) has leukemia and got MRSA in his left eye. My dad, aunt, and cousins are flying out to Montana tomorrow because things aren't looking good. My mom didn't bother to tell me this for something that I'll just get angry about, but... you know, if you guys want to ask on Saturday, you can, but I just finished distracting myself from it and if I think about it, I'm gonna get overwhelmed again.
So, I'm just going to distract myself with Homestuck and Mass Effect 3 videos.
The test for IO Psych went well, I think. I even answered some questions in Physio Psych, which is... progress.
I found out a few hours ago that my grandpa on my dad's side (technically my step-grandpa) has leukemia and got MRSA in his left eye. My dad, aunt, and cousins are flying out to Montana tomorrow because things aren't looking good. My mom didn't bother to tell me this for something that I'll just get angry about, but... you know, if you guys want to ask on Saturday, you can, but I just finished distracting myself from it and if I think about it, I'm gonna get overwhelmed again.
So, I'm just going to distract myself with Homestuck and Mass Effect 3 videos.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
I need to finish Homestuck soon
If only to get myself back on a more regular sleep schedule. I really fucked it up this week. After dinner, I leaned onto my side to get comfortable for studying, and fell asleep. Twice. That's not good. I ended up letting myself have a 20 minute nap, which I'm still kind of reeling from.
I've got my first test tomorrow for IO Psych. I'm kind of nervous, but also not. It's really weird. But this is the first time where I feel like I'm going in blind, as far as how I'm going to do. This material is completely new to me, but it's also not very difficult. There's just lots to remember. God, I hope I do well.
I've got my first test tomorrow for IO Psych. I'm kind of nervous, but also not. It's really weird. But this is the first time where I feel like I'm going in blind, as far as how I'm going to do. This material is completely new to me, but it's also not very difficult. There's just lots to remember. God, I hope I do well.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I Have Seen the New Blogger
And it is terrible.
It's so empty that I feel as though I am falling through a deep void into nothingness.
So I had a nice day. Aside from the horrors of Physio Psych, today was quiet and to myself, just as I like it.
Still desperately want summer here, though.
It's so empty that I feel as though I am falling through a deep void into nothingness.
So I had a nice day. Aside from the horrors of Physio Psych, today was quiet and to myself, just as I like it.
Still desperately want summer here, though.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Holy shit, Homestuck
Can't. Stop. Reading.
I do, however, really want to read The Hunger Games. I need more time in my days.
I'm also thinking about buying a little notebook I can carry around and write things in. I keep having "creative" thoughts for writing stuff, and I always end up forgetting it. Maybe this way I won't feel so stressed over it.
I do, however, really want to read The Hunger Games. I need more time in my days.
I'm also thinking about buying a little notebook I can carry around and write things in. I keep having "creative" thoughts for writing stuff, and I always end up forgetting it. Maybe this way I won't feel so stressed over it.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
In which the Superb Owl is underwhelming
Well it was. The commercials weren't very good, and the game... well, who gives a crap?
Lots of people, but I don't.
Anyway, my grandpa and his girlfriend are staying until early Tuesday morning. Kind of a drag, because I don't have as much privacy as usual, but I like seeing him, and I haven't seen his girlfriend in, like, years. Which makes it totes awkward, but whatever.
He came by not long after he arrived to get my update on college and plans for the future, which is always fun to discuss. He pretty much hated the idea of me taking a year off after graduating, and instilled extreme terror and pessimism in being successful after FGCU.
Then he came by later to talk about his cruise.
Dear God, what is it with this family and jumping from one mood to the other in conversation?
I still want to be on my own. Maybe I can become a hermit.
Lots of people, but I don't.
Anyway, my grandpa and his girlfriend are staying until early Tuesday morning. Kind of a drag, because I don't have as much privacy as usual, but I like seeing him, and I haven't seen his girlfriend in, like, years. Which makes it totes awkward, but whatever.
He came by not long after he arrived to get my update on college and plans for the future, which is always fun to discuss. He pretty much hated the idea of me taking a year off after graduating, and instilled extreme terror and pessimism in being successful after FGCU.
Then he came by later to talk about his cruise.
Dear God, what is it with this family and jumping from one mood to the other in conversation?
I still want to be on my own. Maybe I can become a hermit.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Oh deer God
I have found Homestuck addictive. This is not good.
I brought mom home. We were not even onto Treeline when she started badgering me over vacuuming the rug, when I said I could do it in five minutes. Honestly, I'm just sick of hearing such overly critical crap.
I brought mom home. We were not even onto Treeline when she started badgering me over vacuuming the rug, when I said I could do it in five minutes. Honestly, I'm just sick of hearing such overly critical crap.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Oh shit I almost forgot to blog!
Today was a quiet day. I enjoyed having overcast skies, but would have appreciated actual rain. I also put a good chunk into my book for Colloquium, so that's good news. I'd like to read the damned thing already so I can get back into The Hunger Games.
I've alternated between Buffy and Samurai 7 today. Samurai 7 is extremely good, and is totally up my alley. I'm almost starting to get into a samurai kick. Rent ALL the Akira Kurosawa!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
My laptop is going to die soon
Which is terribly frightening, as we can't afford a new laptop anytime soon. Ugh, fuck technology.
I had a pretty good day, despite the terror that my laptop put me through. I'm so happy to have tomorrow to myself. I'm thinking about downloading the Kingdom of Amalur, or whatever it's called, demo, since I've heard good things. I'm mostly just whetting my appetite for Mass Effect 3, which I've gone into full-fledged fanboy mode over. Ask Jessica, she can vouch for my head canon-crafting ways.
I'm this close to writing some fan fiction for my Shepard.
Somebody stop me.
I had a pretty good day, despite the terror that my laptop put me through. I'm so happy to have tomorrow to myself. I'm thinking about downloading the Kingdom of Amalur, or whatever it's called, demo, since I've heard good things. I'm mostly just whetting my appetite for Mass Effect 3, which I've gone into full-fledged fanboy mode over. Ask Jessica, she can vouch for my head canon-crafting ways.
I'm this close to writing some fan fiction for my Shepard.
Somebody stop me.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Busy with multiple tiny things
So I was able to come home after Colloquium, which was awesome, because yay, nap time! But then I had to read my book for Colloquium, which was boo, reading time.
On my way to Narrative Techniques I listed to the Next to Normal soundtrack and I was just... floored. I'm honestly surprised by how emotional I was by it. I think it's because family dramas always get me, and this was no different. I'd absolutely love to see it sometime.
Narrative Techniques wasn't that bad today, but I think it also had to do with the pretentious people being slightly less vocal. We read Hemingway, and I think, when I have my book schedule more open, I'll stop by the library and pick up some of his stuff.
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