"wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words."

This is now my favorite picture ever. I mean ever. The Algonquin Hotel at Christmastime was one of the best things I could have ever seen. I will stay there one day, even though madre says that it costs like $500 a night or something obscene like that.

On Sunday we went to go see Bye Bye Birdie on broadway. It was amazing. We saw the show and went to the stage door after to get autographs (okay, really to meet Julia so she could give us a tour, but whatever). That is how we met John Stamos and Matt Doyle (Jonathan on Gossip Girl), which was fantastic and led to some pretty sweet pictures. After that we did tour backstage and the actual stage, which was also awesome.

All of my final papers were due yesterday, which means my life is a lot better. I still have three finals (two of which are within the next two days) but I'm not that stressed about them. My original plan was to study during the four hours of tutoring that I voluntarily worked, but instead I had the pleasure of tutoring one person for a three hour and fifteen minute period. I generally favor those who attempt to do the work themselves first, not the ones that show up with the work and expect me to hold their hand through it. At least it's over for the semester.

My plans for today include finishing watching the set of The O.C. episodes on SoapNet, studying a midge amount for Western Studies II, watching A Knight's Tale, writing my page long experiential component for Chaucer, and doing some laying around. Sounds good, except for the school related parts.





By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying,
Lady, make a note of this —
One of you is lying.

you know what

This is the only semi private place i can post things, so here it is.

FUCK YOU.

Okay, I may take this down. But for now, it's making me feel better.

"monastic humor. i miss out on all the fun."

This very much so expresses how I feel right now. Like I could fall asleep on anything at any time. I can't wait until it's Monday afternoon. Then all of my papers will be turned in and all the presentations (which, by the way, are tomorrow) will be over.

I should be doing some sort of work. Instead I'm making a lanyard at the library. I'm okay with my life.

"big stop just to renew your license to companion. can i use 'companion' as a verb?"

I'm not quite sure why the tutor center appears to lack heat, but my fingers are frozen. Typing this is difficult. I would just sit here with my hands in my pockets, but I think I'd look a little ridiculous sitting here staring at the screen rather than doing something. So it goes.

I can't wait until the 14th of December. All of my group projects/presentations are due the 10th and the four papers I have are due on the 14th. I have three finals after that, but I really don't care. That Monday, I plan on not paying attention in any of my classes. Then I plan on going to my room and doing nothing for the rest of the night. It will be awesome.

i'll soon be there with snow

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

It's snowing. And that's pretty much my favorite thing in the world. It even beats out caffeine. And that, my friends, is saying something.

The part that sucks is that I have to drive back to school in it. But whatever! It's still pretty.

"sir, i think you've got a problem with your brain being missing."

I am quite chilly. And tired. But caffeine is helping me move past the tired portion of today's show. The space heater isn't quite doing a good enough job to help me get over being freezing. I have to keep pausing in writing this so I can put my icey hands in my pockets for warmth.

Last night Dollhouse finally returned with two hours worth of Whedon-y goodness for all the world to see. I got to watch like an hour and twenty minutes or so. Then it was roommate bonding time, which is also always fun. We played Cranium, which Kt and I ultimately took victory for. It was touch and go for a little while though. Kt had to hum "Hotel California" like a billion times and I still couldn't quite get at what she was humming, then the red trivia cards were almost our death. But in the end, we were victorious. Then we just hung out and talked for a couple of hours. Which was definitely preferable to doing the mountains of homework I have to get done within the next week and a half.

Luminis is down. That means I can't access my spring semester bill, the payment for which is due on Monday. Luckily, madre didn't kill me when I told her yesterday about it. Or when I saw her today, I just got brief statements on how I really can't do this, I need to give more warning, blah blah blah. I decided that it would just be detrimental to me if I were to bring up the fact that she knows I do always have to pay some amount of money before the end of every semester. I don't think that would have won me any points, however. Thankfully Ramapo sent me the exact amount that I owe, which at least enables madre to fill out the check that I need to bring to the Bursar's office.

This whole lack of Luminis thing also means that I can't fill out my fucking timesheet for my fucking tutoring job. Do I sound downtrodden and bitter about this? I intended to. Maybe it's because fixing timesheet problems now require jumping through approximately five or six fiery hoops due to SOMEONE's inadequacy as an organizational leader. I really hope Luminis gets fixed before 11:59 p.m. tonight. Otherwise, I have to deal with another bout of crap for this damn money.






Harken: You fought with Captain Reynolds in the war?
Zoe: Fought with a lot of people in the war.
Harken: And your husband?
Zoe: Fight with him sometimes, too.
Harken: Is there any particular reason you don't wish to discuss your marriage?
Zoe: Don't see that it's any of your business, is all. We're very private people.

[Cut to Wash.]
Wash: The legs! Oh yeah, definitely have to say it was her legs. You can put that down. Her legs, and right where her legs... meet her back. Tha— actually, that whole area. That, and... and above it. Have you seen what she wears? Forget about it. Have you ever been with a warrior woman?

"you pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely."

I'm once again going to Shakespeare Plays sans caffeine. I should just mainline a couple of pixie stix before I go in order to make sure I stay awake.

Kidding. That would be vile.

"big damn heroes, sir."

It's the first day of December. I have a ridiculous amount of stuff to do for school. I woke up before eight o'clock this morning. Clearly this just leads me to post instead of trying to do something to lessen the INSANE amount of work that I have to do.

And I should drink that doubleshot espresso in the fridge. Caffeine will make me feel productive. The next two weeks are going to consist of me running on caffeine, denial, and panic. Seems like the recipe for heart palpitations.

Thanksgiving break went by really quickly. I watched a lot of TV. My entire weekend was a mash-up of Firefly, first series Doctor Who, the entire Thanksgiving marathon concocted by Na and I many moons ago, that James Dean biopic with James Franco, Beverly Hills, 90210, and more Lady GaGa/Beyonce/Britney videos than I think I've ever seen in one sitting.

Reconnecting with real people did not work out as well as I had hoped. That was less than pleasing. That just led me to hide further in my viewings of fictional people and their varied dire situations.

I love Firefly. And I watched Serenity last night and loved that too. Everyone in the cast is amazing. I'm so annoyed (retroactively, being as this was years ago) that Fox canceled it. I'm way more annoyed at this than at them canceling Dollhouse, being as they're letting the end of Dollhouse AIR. There was just no END to Firefly. Damn it, I'm annoyed all over again. Serenity was not enough. Finishing Firefly was part of the reason I ended up doing less work than I should have this morning at tutoring. I can finally look at everything I can possibly find about the series! Which means I went through all 25 pages of flair for it.




Also, I have no desire to ever go back to tutoring ever again. First of all, some girl with bitchface and a plaid dress gave me slight 'tude for printing in the tutoring computer lab. I got up to wait by the printer for my 30-35 page journal article on New Deal historiography (yes, that's how interesting life is right now) to print, and the following exchange ensued.

Plaid Girl: "Is that ALL one print job?"
Me: (keep in mind, it's early and I shouldn't speak to humans before ten in the morning) ...yes.
Plaid Girl stares at me like I've just killed her cat, then sighs at her computer. Proceeds to wait impatiently for my stuff to finish. As soon as it does, she proceeds to print like five different things. I can't tell what her deal was, but it's probably a good thing she didn't inform me. I had a few unkind words for her.

Someone actually came in for help today. People always come in for help on chapter four. Here's a secret: I didn't attend class AT ALL for chapter four. I never know what I'm doing, I have to figure it out anew every time. Luckily, it wasn't bad. But I didn't really tell her anything that she couldn't have gotten from reading the part of the textbook that I did.

When I originally told the girl that I was the tutor for stat, ex-roommate (AKA, the pantsless Bulgarian) stared at me with a slight smile on her face for quite some time. This is not a normal occurrence, our interactions pretty much stood at either completely ignoring one another or some glaring. I still have no idea why, but the fact that she didn't look away quickly enough caused me to give her a half smile to try to get her to stop looking at me. Later on, once the other girl had gone, one of the other Bulgarian girls was just unabashedly staring at me. I almost asked her if she wanted something, because I had no idea why someone would just openly stare at someone like she was. If she was simply people watching, she needed to be a bit further away from me. What a creeper.

I have several presentations to give in the next week and a half. First one's tomorrow, on Galileo. I hope that one goes smoothly and simply. The most terrifying one is the one for my Shakespeare Plays class. We have to interpret and perform a Shakespeare scene. I'm not exactly what you'd call an actor. My last acting stint was at the library for the Scooby Doo party. Nafzy called me the worst library phantom ever. So it goes. We're doing a scene from Othello. We haven't started. The closest we've come to starting is I thought of making Desdemona a high profile movie star and having Emilia be her personal assistant. Other than that, I've got nothing.

This is actually making me panic about work. I'm going to go do something for that.





A few quotes from Firefly's "War Stories":

Mal: [to Inara] Ah, the pitter-patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots... [to River and Kaylee] SHUT UP!

Mal: Okay. I'm lost... I'm angry... and, um, I'm armed.

Wash: Hey, I've been in a firefight before. [Pauses] Well, I was in a fire once. [Pauses] Actually, I was fired from a fry cook opportunity... I can handle myself.

Book: This should do.
Zoe: Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?
Book: Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps.

"we are not gonna die. you know why? because we are so...very...pretty. we are just too pretty for god to let us die."

I'm getting to the point of becoming nocturnal. But I can get so much more done during the night/early hours of the morning! It's not fair that the rest of the world needs daylight. Laaaaame.

It's almost Thanksgiving break. This is the first one in EVER that I plan on going into without having to do any sort of work. Not that I've ever done work over a Thanksgiving break. But I always carry it with me, along with the weight of the guilt that comes along when I fail to even crack a school related book. This one I simply plan on hanging out with friends/family, reading for fun (finally finishing Pride and Prejudice) and watching TV. Which means watching Firefly. I'm five episodes in and already hooked on it. I'd be watching an episode right now if it wasn't for the fact that I planned on trying to force myself to go to sleep at 2:30 in attempt to be a real human being tomorrow.

Also, I once again rediscovered how pretty James Franco is.


I figured that I'd share this image. It's adorable. And one of the many pictures of him that I collected on my desktop last night.

I will do a lot in order to avoid doing my work.

My head hurts again. I should probably try to sleep.



Badger: "You think you're better than other people!"
Mal: "Just the ones I'm better than."

hate early. must kill early.

Today was another one of those days where I woke up feeling like I was going to absolutely die. If I hadn't skipped tutoring last week, I would have been skipping it right now. And sleeping in my nice, warm bed. For another couple of hours. I need to stop talking about this before I start sobbing pathetically in front of the other tutors.

The good news: I finally got a check from this damn place!!! It's worth $77 and change, and it's going directly into buying Doctor Who Series One. I actually debated buying it as soon as I turned my computer on, but I controlled my insane consumerism urge and decided to wait until later. That way, I'll be more awake and probably won't be able to justify buying the life size TARDIS cutout along with said DVDs.

Although I'm not making any promises.

The bad news: This check is only from the pay period that includes 10/10-10/23. There are another two that come before it that I still haven't seen the money from. I plan on bringing this to the person that "runs" this place in the hopes that he will do something useful about this situation. Also, I'm just too tired to move right now and am hoping that I will not fall asleep sitting up in this room. Hello, goal for today. Nice to meet you.

I need to start doing the mountain of homework that is piling up and sneakily plotting to ruin my life. Right about now all I want to do is hide under this desk-table thing and hope that no one finds me. I'd assume that after I was sure that no one would find me under here I'd just fall asleep on the floor. I'm so tired I could right now. And I'm not one for sleeping on the floor, generally I find that to be uncomfortable and wake up at least every hour, if not more.

Side note: while carrying my tea this morning, bits of it kept splashing up. Burning hot water has met my skin this morning far more often than I'd like it to. If I had been more awake, it probably would have hurt like hell being as they heat the hot water to the temperature most often found inside a volcano. Considering the haze of sleepiness that I am still currently in was cloaking my life, it simply stung and made me stare at my hand without a clue in the world as to how to get the tea off.

Yup. It's one of those mornings. I'll probably need to come back and read this later to make sure I don't sound schizophrenic. I can't even remember how I started this post out.

I have managed to almost convince myself that I need a Netflix account. The only reason I am not getting one is that various people/things (i.e., Kt, that pile of homework, me) keep reminding me that I don't actually have time to watch all this stuff. I don't even have time to watch the DVDs I own, let alone ones that I'd pay a service to send me. It would be like going to the library, only worse because I'd pay for keeping a single item with me for three months.

Also, picked up a copy of Nick Hornby's Slam from the library. It's a brand new copy, which means it's all shiny and pretty and makes me want to read it. I also would like to finish Pride and Prejudice without having to stealthily read it in Historiography. I have too much fear of Professor M to get too much reading done anyway. What I really need to do is stop thinking about all the books I want to read/picking more up from the library and concentrate on school reading instead.

I'm laughing in my head right now. Never going to happen.




Tosh: No I can't just hook something up! The entire telephone network is down!
Owen: What about a mobile connection?
Tosh: The entire. Telephone. Network. Is down!
Ianto: Mobiles, landlines, tin cans with bits of string - everything, absolutely everything! No phones, phones all broken. Hello? Anyone there? No, 'cause the phones aren't working!

more than a feeeeeeeeeeeellllllliiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg

The song "More Than a Feeling" is never going to leave my head. And I felt that the only way to establish the fact that the title of this blog is intended to be sung out in the readers head was to add completely unnecessary extra consonants to the word "feeling".

And just so everyone knows, Kt is now belting that very same song throughout the apartment. It's just adorable, it is. For everyone who hasn't gone past the sarchasm stage of life, that sentence is all sorts of sarcastic.

Some Updates:
- This past week has been the Week O' Blast From the Past concerning old friends. It's a bit problematic, but getting coffee and briefly catching up with A and B was cool.

- I noticed upon coming back from UDel that November appears to be the month that I have MAJOR projects due for all of my classes. I really need to get started on just about everything. I have not, including the essay that is due this Thursday for Chaucer. Fuck.

- I don't have library work this week!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry, I get excited when I have a day off.

- I will definitely have to attend tutoring tomorrow morning because I missed last week in favor of sleeping. Hopefully I will be seeing paychecks from the last oh, two months or so. If not, I will completely walk out on the place. Now that I've gotten that empty threat out of my system, I will just say that this is getting a little ridiculous. Also I want to buy the first series of Doctor Who soon and need that check in order to feel justified in doing so.

- Class registration was last week and as far as I know, everything went well. I want to be able to stalk my classes and find out who is in all of them (so I can know which friends I'll see, which people I will definitely be avoiding, etc) but the "My Classes" tab has been fucked up for the past week and is not showing the new ones. The only thing that sucks about my schedule is how packed together it is. I have three days off. My Mondays are going to cause me to want death every week. I'm going to have four classes, one of which is a three hour on that day. Ick. But it had to be done.

My Classes:
- Age of Napoleon
- America Between the Wars
- Children's and Young Adult Fiction
- Major Authors: Dante

I'm hoping that I just like them so much I don't even notice the fact that I'll want to die every Monday. I'm going to continue to hold on to that bit of false hope for my own sanity.



On another note, anyone who says that Kindles are destroying the world can SUCK IT. I own one and I haven't stopped buying real paper filled books. I've once again rediscovered my love for my Kindle. I downloaded so many free books that I debated dropping out of school just so I can read them all. I'm not completely over this plan. I keep reading on it at work and during classes. Not good. Enjoyable, but not good. I don't know when else I could read Pride and Prejudice though, I'm getting too much reading from my classes to attempt to justify reading for fun anymore.

I think I actually have to start my homework now.

Doyle: Oh, God... You know what would feel really good right now? One of those mind-numbing, head-cracking visions that I get from time to time... because that would really kill me. What, is there some trick to this?

Cordelia: I think the 'trick' is laying off the ale before you start quoting Angela's Ashes and weeping like a baby-man.

Doyle: Hey, that's a good book.

Cordelia: So I've heard. But I doubt very much that the main characters are Betty and Barney Rubble, as you so vehemently insisted last night. Also? I don't think Oz appreciated being called "my little Bamm-Bamm" all night.

"dreamers often lie."

I feel like life is moving around me right now with all the fluidity of a dream. I have that annoying feeling where no matter what I do, I feel like I'm not getting anywhere. Anticipation of falling behind isn't helping matters either; I believe that it's actually hindering my ability to do work.

All of this means that I'm going to need to step up my game come November.

Also, I'd like to go out on a limb and say that my phone is a piece of shit. Thanks to the fact that I get barely any service in Laurel, it appears to have trouble finding service for no reason and random times. I want to throw it against the fucking wall. But then I don't want to deal with any of the consequences that would arise from this (i.e., picking up the pieces, actually getting a new phone).

The best thing for me this weekend would be if I stayed at Ramapo with my comfortable bed, my books, and my TV on DVD. Alas, no such thing. I have to drive for like six hours this weekend in order to be all social and crap. I'm not in a very social place right now. In fact, I'm going to say that due to my elevated hatred of people in general, I'm feeling pretty anti-social.

I miss ending entries with fun quotes. I think it's time to revive that practice.



"And I'm looking for a blonde in a Union Jack. A specific one, mind you, I didn't just wake up this morning with a craving. "

-The Doctor (Nine), "The Empty Child"

eff this day.

So, I ended up going to Borders.

Of course they didn't have the first series.

Not too big of a deal, they had the second. I decided to buy that one. I got $40 off. Using Kt's coupon, being as I forgot mine in the room. I also just paid with my debit card, neglecting to make use of the Borders gift card I have.

So, to sum up:
I have the second series of Doctor Who, not the first, and I still have one Borders gift card. And a 40% off coupon.

I think I need to start getting more sleep.

"Yeah, people are mostly crap."

Boo, tutor center. Boooooooooo.

I still haven't gotten paid for working here for the past SIX WEEKS. The last two I should get paid for when the next pay period is up. But the previous four? I should have the cash from those. Payroll doesn't have any sort of time sheets from me. Meaning SOMEONE is sucking out. It's not me; I've done all that I can to fix this crapfest of a situation. I don't want to be here right now, especially considering there's apparently no guarantee that I'm actually being compensated for my time.

Ick.

As soon as I get the money for the past couple of weeks, WHICH I WILL, I'm going to buy the first series of Doctor Who. I don't want to see the damn money, and I apparently have to fight to get it. That makes me feel entitled to buy something with it. And that should be just enough money for me to buy Doctor Who from Amazon.

HOLD UP. Just checked my email. It's like Borders knew I was having a shitty day (mind you, it's not even ten in the morning) and sent me the 40% OFF DVD BOX SETS COUPON. You know what this means? I'm not waiting for my tutor money to come it to go buy the first series. This happens today. Hopefully.

At least that thought should get me through the next two and a half hours of work.



Okay, done geeking out/complaining about what's quickly becoming the bane of my existence.

I appear to be having a bit of trouble focusing on doing my work. That's probably due to the lack of sleep and the fact that I simply don't want to do my work. I definitely wasn't writing a blog post before; I have no idea how I ended up here. I'm just going to say that I was reading about imperialism in Asia and totally jumped ship.

I would like to go back to the room, sit on/in my bed, and read one of the two books I'm reading for fun. I don't see this happening in the foreseeable future. I have work I should do, especially because we're going to be out of the great state of New Jersey for K's birthday weekend o' fun. However, the only things I can see myself doing today are going to Borders, going to dinner with Kt and her mother, and watching the next episode of Torchwood...

OH! Kt and I are also going to see Rocky Horror tonight at the Laurel Hall theater. It's part of our Halloween tradition, and it's all the nicer because we get to watch it on a big screen.

See? Not one thing there relates to homework or other responsibilities. I can only foresee things to look forward to today :)

octubre.

I decided to entirely scrap the draft post I had saved on this site and start anew. Makes sense for a new month.

Speaking of, where the fuck did September go? All of the sudden I'm hardcore in the middle of autumn. I'm not complaining about that, I love autumn weather, it just seems like September flew by. I think it's time to do a little pondering on the state of things.

The summer ended up being a mix of ridiculous fun and annoying dramatics. It became very difficult to see everyone, especially being as there was (and still is) no way that everyone will hang out together. Still, we worked out a system (a crappy one, but still a system) that pleased everyone and no one.

A Brief List of Major Happenings in Summer '09:

-Trip to L 1: C's knee injury
-The Bangles concert with Na, K, and M
-The discovery that Fired Up! is a fantastic teen movie
-Kt's Dad's retirement party
-Trip to L 2: the power goes out and we realize the stove is electric; C, J, and I torture ourselves with crossword puzzles from the '50s
-H's pre-birthday birthday party, plus finally going out for "pancakes"
-Cannoli night! Completely ridiculous and completely amazing.
-Sonic's opening, which led to us getting up ridiculously early and going in pj's just to have a carhop bring us our breakfast
-Na's and my Cape Cod blitz trip
-Fourth of July Fair Lawn style: I don't quite know what this actually means, but we put up pretty red, white and blue lights for the occasion
-Creating the Game of Real Life with Na and C over a three and a half day period
-The trip to Sonic after we stayed up all night working on the game, including our transcendent Don McLean moment
-Trip to L 3: Kt replaces M and J as guest, a cabinet goes up in extreme flames
-Fictional Character Party: I bitched out and just went as Princess Mia. Meaning I made sure I was wearing converse and bought a tiara. This would also be the night that would ultimately cement K and M's friendship split.
-Visiting Kt's new house
-Blondie/Benetar in Brooklyn with Na and C, quite possibly the most stressful trip of Na's life. But it was free.
-Week o' family dinners with K, Kt, and C
-My two birthday parties, one at K's and one at casa de awesome (to borrow Na's name for it, otherwise the L household)
-SingStar.


The transcendent Don McLean moment is really worth recording.
So we stayed up all night, waiting for Na to come home from her friend's house and working on our board game. Na returned and decided that she was not going to attend work. The group decision was made that we would just go to Sonic for breakfast because there was only like an hour and a half before it opened anyway. We make the trip to Sonic, Na calls out of work, and we drove back home in C's pickup on 17.
Na is in the tired place and demands that something good comes on the radio. C hits the station and finds a station playing the entirety of "American Pie" by Don McLean. The three of us proceed to sing along, cruising down the highway in a pickup truck. It was truly amazing. And one of the few things that I would describe as an infinite moment.

Bottom line: even though there was a lot of shit to deal with in Summer '09, we still had a rockin' good time.

Septiembre.

The beginning of our junior year of college. I choose to not believe this. Even writing that sentence made me want to throw up a little. I'll move on. We moved all the way across campus this year, so now we live in Laurel Hall. It's pretty awesome. Each room in Laurel is a set of four bedrooms linked to a common room, kitchenette, and bathroom. Pretty damn sweet. It makes things a little easier when someone wants to go to bed earlier than everyone else. And we don't need to watch our individual shows and such with headphones.

Classes of Fall '09:
Shakespeare Plays
Major Authors: Chaucer
Historiography
Western Studies II

They're going pretty well so far. Historiography is boring as all hell and I basically never want to go to it, but I'm dealing. And I think it'll get better soon, pretty much as soon as we stop learning how to write about history (which I got the gist of already). Shakespeare Plays is a good class, but in my opinion we watch too many interpretations and don't do enough discussion. My Chaucer class is good, it's definitely harder than the two other classes with Professor K (Brit Lit and currently Shakespeare) but I'm keeping up with it. We usually get out at least a half an hour early from Western Studies II. I can't complain too much about this semester.

I'm still working both at the library and at the tutoring center. Having four straight hours at the tutoring center is very helpful. Being as it starts at 8:30 in the morning it interferes with my sleep, but I surprisingly get a ton of work done.

I'm also working my way through watching Doctor Who quite quickly. The show is damn fantastic. So much so that I'm now trying not to watch it too quickly. I'm almost halfway through series 3, and so far there are only 4.


Pure amazingness. Although I do miss Rose as a companion. Martha does not measure up in my opinion. I also now totally understand Kt's desire to possess a sonic screwdriver, even though the one in reality only lights up blue.

Madre purchased Beatles Rock Band for us. Love it. Love it so much. Kt and I visited the Lawn for the day two weekends ago to have dinner and apple pie with the fam, play Beatles Rock Band, and watch Get Over it. Such a good day. We also went to the Joker's Child, resulting in all of us wanting to buy things that we shouldn't buy or can't afford. Sigh.

Octubre.

Today is actually the first day of October, but it's been awesome. Even though I have a cold. I got an A on my Chaucer recitation in middle English. Historiography was canceled. As was our test in Chaucer. And I drank very good apple juice.

Love it. I hope most of the days are like this.




"Doctor, they have guns."
"And I haven't. That makes me the better person then, don't you think? They can shoot me dead, but the moral high ground is mine."

end of (summer) days

The night before I return to school is always filled with frantic, sucky packing. Generally, I loathe packing. And I'm always under pressure. I tried to relieve a little bit of the pressure this year by starting when I got back from Nova last week.

This is me looking at myself going, "Way to suck."

I didn't get very far that day. I'm about halfway packed now, and that's only because last night I put some of my stuff together. I've still got a whole bunch of laundry to do. Hopefully not so many boxes to go through. But all of my clothes are still to be packed. Awesome. Exactly what I want to be doing after eight hours of work at the library.

First things first, I'm going home and drinking my lovely extra caffeinated tea. That will get rid of the caffeine deprivation-driven headache I'm rocking right now. Then I will watch Heathers as I pack. I really hope that I mean this and it doesn't just turn out to be me watching Heathers with a bunch of crap spread out in front of me. I don't have too much faith in myself with that one.

I'm actually really excited to move in this year. We're living in Laurel now, so it's not like it's the same place. I'm curious to see how an apartment style dorm works out. Also, I'd like to go bury my head in the sand for awhile so I can forget about some of the crap that happened this summer. That would be nice. And school means less going to work, which I am for right now. There's not enough stimulation here anymore, just a whole lot of staring at the wall, too much thinking, and covert reading. Enough of the lame, I need a change of scene.

dani california.

It's coming upon my birthday and I've noticed that I've been lacking in the posting department, so clearly time for a post.

This has, beyond any doubt, been the most fucked up summer that I've experienced yet. So much so that I've been convincing myself that I actually get more sleep while I'm at school and that things will calm down as soon as we go back. I'm just going to continue to swim in denial river over there, please don't bother me unless it's very important. Or you come bearing coffee. I'm a lot more forgiving if there's caffeine involved.

Who am I kidding, I'm not forgiving at all!

Anyway, the summer reading program at work is over, so that means less kids hanging around waiting for programs. It also means that there are a lot more frantic parents running around trying to get their children's summer reading assignments done. And subsequently freaking out when the books are checked out. People, buying books is not the worst thing in the world, suck it up and shell out the cash rather than bitch out the teenagers who work at your local library. Everyone's happier that way. And you can help the economy. People care about that, right?

And of course, there are some problems all up in the Lawn, but what's new about that? They exist, I'm alternatively ignoring and dealing when I need to.

Today, I've played so much bejeweled blitz that my eyes are starting to burn. The fact that I've been reading Pride and Prejudice on google books can't really be helping, considering staring at a computer screen for too long gives me a headache.

So it goes.

I want sleep.

how do you sleep?

If we're talking about last night, like the dead. Seriously. I was sitting there, watching Saving Private Ryan with M and C, when I almost passed out at least three times. They ended up leaving at like 12:15 a.m. and I just went straight to bed. I'm going to assume I was asleep by 12:45 a.m. at the latest. It was lovely, that never happens.

I got up and showered at like 9:15 this morning, just because. I didn't want to be sleeping and immediately have to go to work for eight hours at one. I instead had a leisurely morning where I ate breakfast and watched Donnie Darko by myself. Re-watching that movie made me remember just how deep my dislike of people dressed as animals or inanimate objects goes. For awhile I would turn around thinking that I was going to be met with a giant freak of a bunny rabbit. I have since been comforted by the fact that I am not a paranoid schizophrenic and will not be met with such a creature/person.

It's been a hellish day at work. I'm not amused. I wasn't allowed to take dinner at six, instead having to go at 4:30. Lame to the max. I missed grilled cheese dinner night at K's. Also, I would appreciate a certain co-worker of mine halting her habit of getting all up in my business. I said it. I think the program I'm supposed to work with her on was given to another page. I'm not too torn up about it, the less I have to see her the better.

There were only a few good things about today other than watching Donnie Darko.

1. On my dinner break, I was so annoyed that I turned to my new, free way of destressing: blasting the J. Mac/Luda remix of "How Do You Sleep?". I've said it before and I'll say it again: the more ghetto J. Mac gets, the more I can accept him. And I love Luda. So there you go. I can't tell you where this came from, but there it is. Being able to blast the song makes me feel a bit better.

2. When I got back from dinner, H decided to make a coffee run. A small cinnamon coffee does wonders. For about twenty minutes, I blocked out the rest of the room and drank my coffee. Hello, day brightener!

3. K, C, and J stopped by. That was nice. And a great distraction from the tons of people that just kept showing up tonight to register. They helped H and I cut out some stuff, so there's less of that to do.

I just want the week to be over already. Good things about later in the week include:

1. Public Enemies comes outtttt

2. Kt is coming back to the lawn this weekend. Get ready, I've got a bunch of stuff to share with you.

3. Apparently there's this 4th of July bbq that I accidentally instigated...

Here's to hoping that the end of this week is better than the beginning.

don't trust me- 3oh!3

Dilemma: I sometimes don't want to be involved, but I know if I'm not involved, I'm just going to be shoved over to the side.

Also, I seem to be one of the few people who remembers occurrences prior to this week. I'm just saying.

On a better note, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen was awesome. Fully worth the getting up early and six dollars it took to see it.

I WANT OUT OF HERE

That's pretty much it. I'm at work for another two and a half hours and i don't want to be. I'd rather be at home, where I could participate in a myriad of leisurely activities. For the love of god, I'd rather be cleaning my room right now. My, how far we've come. At least I could watch something fun while doing so. Right now I'm just sitting at the desk, working on several mind numbing activities that are not going to pass the time quickly enough. Bah!

I shouldn't be whining about the fact that I'm working, considering it's way better than the alternative (read: searching for a job). Caro just came in to visit and told me about that, which made me feel bad about complaining about working. I still love my job, I'd just really rather not be here right now. Especially because I'm going to be back here from 9:30-1 tomorrow morning.

Anyway, I've discovered that the articles for the Jessica Darling series on Wikipedia are severely lacking in information. Especially considering only two articles actually exist: one on Sloppy Firsts and one on Jessica Darling herself. Perfect Fifths doesn't even get a hyperlink. How upsetting. Not that I would click on it, being as I still haven't read that one. I'm about midway through re-reading the second one, and it's just as good as when I read it the first time. I just wish I had more time to read them, especially right now. I'm only just holding back the urge to open it while I'm sitting here, because I sure as hell would not be listening to/for anyone once it's in front of my face.

Activity Options for the Rest of Work:
-Trim the edges of the rectangular pieces of paper used for registration
-Cut out artist palettes to give out once people register
-Place the "Thank You Maxell" labels on each individual CD to be given out as a prize for the summer program.

Guuuuhhhh. I'd like a bit more stimulation for my mind at this point. And I'd love some more caffeine. Although that's probably not the best idea because I would quite possibly become even more restless than I am at the present time. And one of my least favorite situations to be in is wanting to bounce off the walls but not being allowed to do so.

"you realize you've left your fate in the hands of a spineless and semi-alcoholic has-been rock star."

"What are you gonna do?"
-Veronica and Piz, "Debasement Tapes"

...

So, I had finally decided to get something accomplished tonight, being as it's now been a week since I got back from school and I'm still living out of suitcases. My stuff is in boxes downstairs. I wanted to change this fact, in small steps, starting tonight. That's out the window. Instead I'm just going to do this and hang out until I get a call to pick up an inebriated C from the train station. This is what happens when you get a text that simply reads, "Drunk," from one of your friends while you're at work. At least I managed to gain use of Father's car for this venture. Otherwise, I'd be going to the train station on foot. I don't think asking Mother would have been the best plan.

I still love Paul Rudd. He's been in many of my favorite things: Clueless, Romeo + Juliet, "Veronica Mars", etc. He adds to each and every one. Speaking of, I really need to watch Clueless soon. It's one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite. I still know all the words and never get sick of it.



An exchange worth reading:

Keith: "Hey, Jude," "Yesterday," "Get Back."

Desmond: Catchy tunes, yes. Rock 'n' roll, no.

Keith: What kind of musician doesn't recognize the Beatles as the greatest rock band of all time?

Desmond: I don't recognize them as a rock band at all. They were...tunesmiths. Hey, man, I didn't get all pissy when you denied my claim that Marshall Dillon was the greatest sheriff of all time.

Keith: Marshall Dillon was a marshal and, more importantly, is fictional.

Desmond: That's what the Beatles are to me — fictional.

Keith: "Revolution," "Hey, Jude" — these were real songs, man. "Norwegian Wood."

Desmond: I — sorry. I'm sorry. I used to know a rent boy from Oslo who called himself that.

Piz: Uh, Mr. Mars, I think Desmond is just winding you up. Most critics reference the Beatles influence in Desmond's material.

Desmond: Oh, you mean those Beatles. I'm sorry. I thought you meant the other ones with the two e's from the lower east side. No, they're totally fictional. John, Paul, George, and the drummer? Oh, those guys are awesome.

Keith: Veronica, could you have Sacks bring me the leg irons?

Veronica: Come on, Dad. Let it be.

I also need to watch She's the Man. It's due back to the library on Friday, and I'm trying to avoid overdues and fines. I developed a greater desire to watch it after I found out that it was based on "Twelfth Night". I'm nothing if not a sucker for teen movies based off of Shakespeare Plays. And the comedies tend to work out even better than the tragedies when it comes to the teen genre, so I'm quite curious about this one.

I was in a fairly bad mood last night. Negative vibes all around. And it was made all the worse because everyone but me was asleep or in another place or just generally not listening. I ended up calling Kt and talking with for about two hours, which ultimately worked to make me feel a bit better. Shout outs to her for that one. We needed it for all the updates and observations we had on life anyway. Turns out her Twitter speaks the truth:

@misskatiehrdy says,
this just in- the length of time i can go without seeing my roommate before a 2 hour phone call is necessary: 1 week.

All true facts. And this phone call of course took place in strange places. I was in the basement for awhile, sitting on top of the washing machine; outside in my backyard, sitting at the table; then back to the basement to sit on top of the washing machine again. It's a shame that those are the only places that it is possible to not bother someone when on the phone in the middle of the night. Sigh. As is life.



Just some closing sentiments:
"And I hope we're still friends after I taser you."

if lady gaga says it

There's been so much dancing in the past couple of days. I didn't help this any by buying both "Just Dance" and "Poker Face" by one Miss Lady GaGa on iTunes yesterday. Yeah, yeah I did.


Took a road trip down to Delaware with C the other day. Fantastic times were had. Majority of the dancing there took place at the birthday party they had on Friday night for someone K had never met, let alone me. That was also the night of the almost arrest and actual diner jail time of J. I'm still saying, at least he got a ride there. We had to walk all the way over there. He did buy us delicious mozzarella sticks and fries, so I guess I can't complain too much (although sometimes it's just a funny time).

Saturday we went to Philly because someone is still banned from Delaware's campus and it didn't seem like the best idea to hang around to test that. We went to Scoops DeVille, which is where I found one of the best drinks in the world. Iced coffee blended with mint chocolate chip ice cream, York peppermint patties, and a shot of chocolate syrup. Fantastic, although I could not finish it. That's nothing new, however. Ice cream usually proves to be my Everest. Later on we went to Pat's to pick up the cheesesteaks for my family and for dinner that night. They were awesome, although I felt like I was going to throw up aferwards. It was the good vomit-y feeling though.

That night we went to go see a midnight showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. It was fantastic, and next time I'm thinking of getting the audience pack. I want to throw things. I'm always up for throwing things. Going to the midnight showing made me want to watch the movie, being as you can barely hear it while you're there and you still want to watch it after you leave. It's just a classic. I'm going to need to purchase a copy of the DVD. And perhaps this Halloween I'll play Magenta to Kt's Columbia. Otherwise it's going to be the same 50's getup because I'm cheap.


Last night we broke out more dancing, just because. Lady GaGa just get playing on the radio and she brings out the dance in everyone. I also made cookies. For some reason, I have this great drive to make all these cookies. It helps when C and I both end up eating a couple of cookies for breakfast instead of real food. I should also start eating real meals again, only because I don't think one real meal a day is too healthy for anyone.

For now, I have to go support the Fair Lawn girl's lacrosse team and trek over to Haagen-Dasz. Sadly, I don't want any ice cream.

school's out for summer, bitches

I'm finished with my sophomore year in college. It's terrifying and fantastic at the same time. No more homework. No more studying. No more finals. Fantasticness. Pure fantasticness.

It was torture having the absolute last final from 7:30-9:30 at night. Didn't help that the professor forced us to do the teacher evaluations before we took the test, wasting another twenty minutes of our time. Or the fact that I pretty much thought that class was a waste of my time. But, it's over now. All is good. Now I'm probably just going to obsessively check grades, because that's what happens when you go from having no time and tons of work to having nothing and a computer that exists for you to fuck around with.

Also, I'm working for the first two days of my summer. I actually volunteered myself to work tomorrow morning (only 10-1, not too bad) because Nafzy clearly needs the help and Millie broke her wrist. Also, it's money and I kind of need that.

I watched The Real Housewives of New Jersey yesterday. I'm shocked, and I'm going to continue watching it because it's ridiculously entertaining and cringe-worthy at the same time. In the first couple of shots, they definitely showed a sign that I see every time I travel up to school via Route 17. These women are absolutely certified and live incredibly too close to me for comfort. The following photo's comment pretty much sums it up, so thanks to whoever did that:



I can't believe I actually stayed up last night watching Hairspray, considering I see the entire ending every two and a half seconds when I'm am in this house. This includes times we've watched it in Spanish. . I was entirely exhausted, but there I was, sitting with Na watching the damn movie until 2:30 in the morning while C slept on the couch. That movie, along with 17 Again, is the only movie that I support Zac Efron in. As long as he uses inappropriate language in a movie, I'm pretty much okay with his existence.

For now, I'm just reading Paper Towns and catching up on shows that I've missed. That reminds me, I have to watch the season finale of Heroes. I'm surprised I didn't realize that sooner.

"honey...why is there a pistol in the freezer?"

Two down, one to go.

I can't wait until 9:30 tomorrow night. I'm simply going to go home, do a little dance perhaps, and watch Clueless with the fam.

i don't care if i already posted the quote on twitter

"You see someone running incredibly fast-the first thing you gotta ask is 'Are they running to something or are they running from something?' The answer is always both."

There you go, I'm honoring the season finale of Dollhouse with a Topher quote. This damn show better not get canceled, I'm attached. And very curious about some questions that were brought up in last night's episode...

fun list time

Things I'm looking forward to:

1. The season finale of Dollhouse, entitled "Omega"
The last episode of Dollhouse was crazy intense, mostly because we were introduced to Alpha (played by Alan Tudyk, which made Kt insanely happy) and saw Ballard interact with the Dollhouse in a way that wasn't annoying. Anyway, the finale looks crazy and confusing and I just want to know what happens.

2. Finals being over.
Mine haven't even started and I want them to be over and done with. Honestly, people are done with theirs already and my first one is Monday morning. So annoying. I've been fighting my way through study guides for a few days now, and they just aren't getting done as quickly as I want them to. Once I get past Monday (Brit Lit and German History, in the same day, COOL), I think it'll be better. I'm hoping that makes my Euro final seem easy. I can dream.

3. Not being concerned about moving out.
Because of this whole ResLife kicking us out before our last finals (meaning we're kicked out at 6 on Tuesday and my last final is at 7:15), I've had to stress out even more, trying to figure out when I'm transporting everything home. The answer? Taking all this crap home in shifts. Which isn't the most fun I've ever had. This would be slightly easier if I could drive my car, then I could just chuck whatever doesn't go home ahead of time in there. Oh well, hopefully it all works out.

I've now hit a mental block. Yay for three things I'm looking forward to that I will have by Tuesday night!

sitting in the hallway on my computer

I'm waiting for the lovely PSafe to let us back into our damn dorm room. This is getting ridiculous. Day Two of sitting outside, waiting to be let into our own dorm when we both have our key cards with us. This situation first arose last night when we got back from E's Cinco de Mayo fiesta at 1:30 in the morning. I hate when the door battery dies. I hate it worse when the door battery dies without any sort of warning.

So here we are again. This time I have my computer with me.

We were just let back in. First thing I did was email repairs again, being as they told Kt that her email couldn't be processed because it was a duplicate. We have no idea how that happened so blah blah blah, we re-emailed them, this time from my email. This better be fixed by tomorrow, it's kind of a hassle. And I don't want to go eat in shifts. Or have to call public safety every time both of us leave the room for any length.

it wouldn't fit in a twitter post

"I would write about life. Every person would be equally as important as any other. All facts would be given equal weightiness. Nothing would be left out. Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done."
-Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

I just split it into two parts instead. I think it's worth posting on here as well.

"are you going to tell me to check myself before i wreck myself?"

!!!!
MY CAR!!!
THAT I CAN'T DRIVE YET BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT!!!
EEEEEEEEE!!

Okay, I'm done being all squee for now. Although that is supposedly the sound a "rabid fangirl" makes, that is the only word I can think to describe the excitement I just vomited all over this blog.

LOOK HOW SHINY!

Okay, we're focusing, and we're focusing. I'm supposed to be writing an essay on Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man for my 20th Century American Novel class that was due Thursday. Thankfully he's tight with the concept of extensions. I think I would have ended up dying if I had to turn this one in PLUS my Brit Lit paper on Thursday. And by dying, I simply mean doing a more mediocre job and having no faith in them whatsoever.

Okay, I seem to have hit a roadblock. So now I'm watching 90210. The show is not as good as I had hoped it would be, and I can't even justify it as I justify Beverly Hills 90210. That is a retrospective of both '90s pop culture and the first teen television drama. This is the CW's hopeless attempt to recreate it. My favorite characters in the new one are mostly from the original. Meaning Kelly Taylor, Brenda Walsh, and Erin Silver. The ones that I like otherwise are who I call Hot Teacher (Ryan?) and My New Favorite Person (the new bad boy who races cars).

I just realized that Rob Thomas is one of the creators/writers for this show. WHAT IS HE DOING? I'll attribute the better parts of this show to him. And once again, I'm going to blame the CW for killing Veronica Mars and putting Rob Thomas's talents towards this show. Very upsetting.

In other news, Kt and I saw two geese and a bunch of their goslings. The goslings were entirely adorable, although their parents were about to attack us for standing too close.

Also, Kt decided that I was an alien because of my affinity for Frank's hot sauce and lemons. Not together, just in general. She wants to know if I have hot alien friends that I meet in secret. Sad to say, I do not.

some advice

from a fictional character.

"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."

Thank you for the wisdom, Sirius Black.

random updates

Once again, it has gotten to be too loud in the Tutor Center for me to even attempt concentrating on work. This is upsetting, only because I've accomplished a lot here in such a short amount of time and would like to keep doing so. I've taken all the notes for my Brit Lit paper and only have 40 pages left in Stasiland for German History. Now I'm going to waste the next 45 minutes online, probably reading blogs and refreshing twitter and facebook every five minutes or so. Awesome.

Went to Villanova this weekend. I had a lot of fun, even though it was insanely hot this weekend (and continued to be yesterday and continues to be today). Being there kind of made me want a little bit more of a university style school, but at the same time I like being at a small college way too much. I especially enjoy how spoiled we are at Ramapo, what with our copious amounts of space and bathrooms that are shared by maximum six people rather than an entire floor.

Anyway, Novafest was cool. I've never seen that many drunk people in the middle of the afternoon on a field. Or so many cops that weren't doing anything about the fact that there were an abundance of underage kids drinking themselves silly in the middle of the day. It was pretty weird, but in a good way. I met a bunch of C's friends and got to spend time with him, K, M, and J. It was definitely worth getting behind in my homework even more than I am now. I suppose it was worth the not being able to shower for two days. The only time I can name that I wanted a shower more was after the Streetlight Manifesto concert last year. I have never appreciated showers more than these two situations.

Also, I am proud to say that I managed to get home on my own. After being on three different trains and in four different train stations, I made it to Newark in one piece. I'm just happy the parents decided to pick me up from there. Otherwise I would have been taking an additional two trains, one to Secaucus and then one to Radburn. I'm quite pleased that I only had to go from Nova to Philly, from Philly to Trenton, and from Trenton to Newark. I think that's quite enough for one day. At least I know that I can figure out trains and that I know where things are in each of those train stations.

I think I may be in possession of a car soon. I think. I haven't heard anything to the contrary. Apparently it's a 2001 (?) midnight blue VW Bug with a six CD changer and sun roof. Sounds good to me. The only drawback is that it's a stick shift, which is only a drawback because I'm not that great at that quite yet. Mostly because I've only driven a stick shift car like twice. I just need to make that happen when I get home for the summer and I should be golden. I will be incredibly excited when this actually happens. I will actually be able to drive myself to my job rather than rely on others to drive me. Glorious, glorious.

We're coming upon the orgy of tension known as finals. I've got so much work that I don't even know what to do with it, except attempt to get as much done as possible this weekend. This is the first weekend that I will just be staying at school for I don't know how long. I don't think I've ever been happier not to have plans. I just want to do a bunch of my work, chill out, and catch up on TV with Kt. Sounds lovely right now. Alas, I still need to get through this week. This extension for my American Novel paper might be saving my life right now.

25 minutes left. As soon as this shindig is over, I'm going to run back to the dorm, shower, and watch a much deserved episode of VMars, season three. Until then, Stasiland calls.

repeated realization

I LOVE American popular culture. It's fantastic. That is all for now.

the in-between time

Here I am, in between the stress of one day and the next. At this moment, I should be in my dorm, winding down from the night's torrent of homework and procrastination. I'm not, clearly. I was forced to come home for a haircut appointment tomorrow morning at roughly the crack of dawn (9:30 a.m. in real people time) and it is way easier on all parties involved if I just come home and sleep on the still spring-less bed.

Alas, here I am.

This whole haircut thing was an impulse. I have no idea what I want to do with my hair. This is what happens when you are anxious and play with split ends so you don't bite your nails out of anxiety. You notice the split ends, then notice how long and unkempt your hair has gotten, and get an appointment to chop said hair off. There's no thought of what the hair is going to look like after, the only thought is that it will be shorter. I need to figure this out soon.

Caffeine

Reasons I dislike Tuesdays:

1. My day usually starts out at the tutoring center. Somewhere I'd prefer not be at 8:30 a.m. Then again, the only place I would actually WANT to be at 8 a.m. would be my lovely bed. Preferably fast asleep. The only good part of this whole thing (aside from being paid) is that I usually have three solid hours in which to finish the Euro homework that I have procrastinated all week.

2. I never end up finishing the Euro homework during tutoring, especially now that it's the end of the semester and some crazies are actually getting up early to come to see me for help. What's that about? Anyway, this means that I have to finish the homework after.

3. The insane urge to fall asleep at the most inconvenient of times, i.e., right before or during my three hour class

4. The fact that I need approximately three cups of coffee are necessary in order for me to not pass out with my face on a desk. This is a problem to me at this moment because I was just reading the following article: pros & cons of caffeine and thinking about the possibility that caffeine could actually have negative affects on my health. This is not a pleasant thought process, I don't like it at all.

I've lost my train of thought, but I think this is enough reason for me to want to crawl into my bed under the covers and not face the day.

Oh, this is going to be a day

I need to edit my American Novel experiential paper because it may or may not be due today. That just means that I'm on my blog, not editing when I have oh...maybe a half hour to get it done. Fuck yeah!

Who's surprised.

An encounter this weekend, while sitting outside of O'Reilly's Pub:

A man from Phoenix, about fifty or so, wearing a cowboy hat comes outside with his friend to smoke. The Cowboy glances at Kt and me. The following dialogue ensues.

Cowboy: "These the two foxes you were talking about all night?"
Friend: (mildly uncomfortable) "Uh...no." (Turning to us) "Exactly how underage are you guys?"

Oh, the encounters you will have in what seemed to me to be the boondocks of New Jersey. Or whatever Newton is.

Yes, this is my third post in the span of about an hour

But it's entirely necessary.

Logan: Alone again.

Veronica: Naturally.

Logan: I, uh, I know the feeling.

Veronica: You? Host of the greatest private replacement prom ever? I'm sure you could have your pick of the bimbos. I really like this song.

Logan: You know, I'm surprised, Veronica. And as a keen observer of the human condition, I thought you saw through people better than that. Bimbos? That's not me anymore.

Veronica: So what are you like now?

Logan: You know. Tortured. Ever since I had my heart broke.

Veronica: Hannah really did do a number on you, huh?

Logan: Come on, you know I'm not talking about Hannah. I thought our story was epic, you know? You and me.

Veronica: Epic how?

Logan: Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed, epic. But summer's almost here. We won't see each other at all. Then you'll leave town then...and then it's over.

Veronica: Logan...

Logan: I'm sorry. About last summer. If I could do it over...

Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives, bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?

Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.

One more thing,

I've seen people do the Hannah Montana Hoedown Throwdown more times than I ever thought I would today.

"You undercounted the sassy."

I think I can HEAR the stress wrecking its way like a tornado through my brain.

That can't be good.

We're now entering crunch time within the semester. To use a Babette-inspired phrase, I've got papers, readings, and tests coming out of my yin-yang. I don't even want to think about finals, I'm too busy thinking about all of the other stuff that I have to do that comes before it. Mmm, college. I don't see that much sleep in the foreseeable future, not that I'm getting too much at the moment.

The good news is that I managed to buy printer ink! Yes, that is in fact how bleak this week has been. Getting office supplies was pretty much the high note. To be fair, that was actually a trip that involved me, Kt and J running around Office Depot pretending to be important businesspeople and testing out the best executive chairs/desks. Good times.

Tomorrow I plan on watching Sophie Scholl: the Final Days. I would be more excited if the film were not in German. I'm hoping that the movie will be so good that the language barrier won't matter.

If that fails, at least it counts for both Euro experiential and my paper!

About writing that paper...

I should do that at some point.




One last thing: I'm watching "Look Who's Stalking", one of my FAVORITE episodes of VMars. Mostly because of the scene in which Logan describes his and Veronica's relationship as epic when he's all drunk. That DEFINITELY one of may favorite scenes ever. And then because of the angst that comes along at the end were everyone's in pain, because as we know, i do love when characters face painful situations. This isn't a sadism thing. I think it's best explained by a quote (from I think Doctor Who) that my roommate introduced me to: "Sad is happy for deep people." I hope that explains it, I can't guarantee my comprehensiveness at this point.

Also, the song "I Hear the Bells" is in it and I love that song.

The only negative part of the episode is the time wasted on Jackie and Wallace having sex on prom night. Hello, raise your hand if you care. Didn't think so.

killer queen.

My only reasoning for the title is that it shuffled its way onto my iPod this afternoon. It's fancy.

I totally caved. Instead of Contemporary Latin America, I am now in Major Authors: Chaucer. I totally embrace this choice and can no longer really remember why I wasn't taking it in the first place.

Also, I figured out how to officially declare Literature as my second major! Fuck yeah.

Random quote:
Veronica: "Hey, are you sick, or am I gonna see you singing "Twist and Shout" on a parade float? Call me."

One of my favorite shows/characters referencing one of my favorite movies. Fantastic.

One of my favorite things about Veronica Mars (and really, any one of my favorite TV shows for that matter) is its completely well developed characters. Really, even the characters that are total jackasses (re: Sheriff Lamb) are fantastically written. This show should have never been canceled. Although I did not like their fourth season proposal. The whole FBI-we're-going-to-just-eliminate-most-cast-members-and-add-all-new-ones was not okay with me. I'm reeeeally hoping the movie does actually get made. Although things are not looking good. Meaning I just looked it up and every article says it's most likely not going to happen, except for one very mean April Fool's joke.

How is it that Veronica Mars is a no-go while all of the Twilight books are going to be made into movies, basically without question? This depresses me.

rainstorm.

I want to leave work so badly right now, it's unbelievable.

On a happier--well at least, different, note, I registered for classes yesterday afternoon. Next semester I have:
-Contemporary Latin America
-Shakespeare Plays
-Historiography
-Western Studies II
Yeah. I'm not that excited either. Although I do want to take Shakespeare Plays. I'm fighting the urge to replace Contemporary Latin America with Major Authors: Chaucer. As I type this, I'm feeling like that would be a better and better idea, especially because I know the professor and have her now, and Contemporary Latin America is TBA...and we're done here.

I feel like I'm living in Roswell (the show, not the town/city) at this point, something I don't find to be a bad thing. Except that I have all these annoying responsibilities that get in the way of my damn TV watching. Or, as I prefer to call it, my "pop culture studies" (the entire point of Under the Bed University) (As soon as that gets up and running, I am golden). That, and a desperate desire to have cool alien powers.

I've wanted it to be the weekend since Sunday night. I have a ton of work to do (hello, this is my life) but on Friday we have the Brand New concert and K and M are visiting, so at least I have something to look forward to other than work. And, of course watch Roswell.

thunderstorm.

I do loves me a good thunderstorm. The best part of it is I don't have to go anywhere in it!

However, I do have reading to do. Because I seem to have gotten behind. And as soon as I got even a little bit behind, my professors decided to assign triple the reading.

COOL.

Well, the housing situation worked out. We got our first choice, something we did not expect to happen because of the whole credit mix up this year. We're living in Laurel next year, I'm excited. Now I just have to worry about which classes to choose, being as registration for that is Tuesday at 3. Oh, and officially declaring Lit as a second major. Right now it just looks like I'm a history major who has decided to take on a bunch of Lit electives. I really want to fix that.

Friday was the DAVY JONES concert. It was fantastic, even if it was a tiny bit odd. In my mind, the man is still only 17 years old. That is not the case. He was funny about his previous teen idol status, even if a bit racist. I was unconcerned. And now I have a Davy Jones shirt AND a hot pink guitar pick! I feel mildly like a teenager obsessing over the Monkees in the 60's, but what can you do.

Saturday was the high school's musical, this year being Thoroughly Modern Millie. I thought they did an awesome job with it. I was also happy to see a cheery, funny musical. The depressing ones are usually fantastic, and god knows I have an appreciation for tragedy, but it was a nice change.

Now I suppose it's back to reading. Meaning I'm going to go watch an episode of Roswell, then actually get some reading done.

GAH!

I hate the housing process! HATE! With a fiery passion!

I'm so annoyed I'm using exclamatory punctuation. I usually try to stick to periods only. They emphasize the fact that I do not prefer to have extreme emotions about the world. The exceptions would be wrath. Just like now.

I conclude with a quote:
"I never look forward to anything. Because whenever I look forward to anything, it ends up sucking. The buildup inevitably leads to a letdown. It’s safer to lowball my way through life."

early morning.

I'm at tutoring. As much as it hurts to wake up before 9 in the morning in college, it is a good thing I have to get up and go someplace where I get paid to do my homework for three hours. It means that my Euro homework (mostly) gets done every week. Definitely a positive.

I finally put together my proposal for my Euro paper (which is kind of a good thing, considering it's due in less than eight hours). It's going to be on Sophie Scholl and the White Rose, and I think I may actually be able to write the paper I described in the proposal. That never happens! I'm glad that me liking Number the Stars when I was younger (and alright, I wouldn't say no to reading it right now...) has led me to always have an interest in the resistance movement against the Nazis. I'm now done being a geek for this entry.

Considering I have completed my proposal way before I thought I would, one would think that I would read Funny Papers, the next book for my 20th Century American Novel class. That would be incorrect. I got to page 6 and somehow ended up reading FML. I am not under the impression that this is necessarily a bad thing.

This sounds like an episode of Saved by the Bell. Or at least like it could be a short story.

Today, I was at a club with my girlfriend of only two weeks. As we were dancing, another woman grabbed my ass from behind me and squeezed. I yelped and turned around to see my mother as the culprit. My girlfriend punched her. I found out my mother is a Cougar and my girl has a mean right hook. FML

Kt and I watched "Blind Date" from the first season of Roswell. I must say, that is one of the best episodes in that season. Drunk Max is adorable. And he and drunk Kyle should hang out all of the time. As much as the ridiculously slow relationship of Max and Liz can be annoying sometimes, I do support it. Even if they seem Amish at points. The episode also features Maria singing with the Whits, which I love. I really like their cover of "In the Air Tonight", but it's sad that I don't really like the original version. Also that one cannot obtain the cover. Majandra has a good voice. If she's singing at a lower decibal level. Which means that I really don't like her as an actual singer, I like her as Maria the singer. Oh well.

blog revival.

I have now tried three different blog websites in the span of one year. This one appears to be more user friendly, so here I am.

Just returned from spring break. My professors were all very gracious today, I somehow managed to get out of all three classes early. This doesn't make up for the Brit Lit midterm that I had to take this morning. I failed in my quest to study last night, so I (semi) frantically read my notes this morning. Hopefully things just work out and I got a fantastic grade! Let me pretend to be optimistic.

Gossip Girl was on tonight. That show is thankfully getting back to its old goodness. It's not that I thought that it went too downhill, but I've found that the show is at its best when the main characters are involved in problems together rather than their own separate problems. Another trend is that it tends to be better when Dan and Serena are broken up. This does not include the time that Serena spent dating scruffy face Aaron. As always, Chuck and Blair are still my favorite characters.

Also, K just told me that she got Sloppy Firsts on Kindle. Must resist urge to read it, especially because I have to read both Funny Papers and Mephisto by next week. Damn.