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Captain Al
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| | I suppose if anyone still actually reads my entries then you might like to know that surgery went well. Recovery is a bitch. Mostly the breathing issue, which while I thought it would be a non-issue, turns out to be, in fact, far and away the biggest issue and the root of many other more minor issues. What I wouldn't give to have needed say, knee or foot or goddamned spleen surgery instead. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| | I have finished my first semester, my surgery is on Monday, my friends are godly, and I couldn't possibly be more utterly dizzy from how much I fucking love life here. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| me: creepiest conversation EVER
me: dad took lindsay back to [city she lives in] earlier today.
me: mom went to the guest bedroom, where lindsay had been staying, because dad was keeping her up.
me: so dad comes down and asks me, "do you know where your mom is?"
me: and i say, "guest room."
me: and he says, "that's where lindsay sleeps."
me: and i'm like, wtf. then i say, "but lindsay's not here."
me: and he smiles, nods, and says, "she's here," and leaves. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Is it strange that I was honestly and seriously considering drinking tea out of a bowl because both my mugs are dirty and I don't want to wash them? For some reason I feel this is probably not unusual. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I have two research papers due next week, an exam Monday, an exam Tuesday, and an exam Wednesday.
Guess how many classes I have.
FOUR.
Not to mention about 200 pages of reading I have left to do and about 50 Russian words to memorize, as well as a dozen vocab words from anthropology and about 50 statistics for sociology, all to get done before the exams.
I do believe I understand now. Or, rather, I understand what I didn't understand before.
GOOD BYE CRUEL WORLD *spontaneously combusts* | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Just as I was about to e-mail my professor to ask for a one day extension on a proposal for a paper, I found that he had e-mailed the whole class to push back the due date for the final proposal by two days. Color me ecstatic. Also tired. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Today is going to be about the least fun day ever.
Of course, if I had done any work over the weekend, or earlier in the week, on my annotated bibliography, things wouldn't be so bad. Grr. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I remember when I used to be able to get ready for school in 40 minutes... back when I didn't get on the comp every day while getting ready. And when the bathroom was two steps away, not a hall away. Two if mine is closed for cleaning.
Stupid clean bathrooms. What the hell were they thinking. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | My roommate just asked me to turn off the light every time I leave the room, even when I'm just going to the bathroom, to conserve energy, yet she hasn't turned her computer off since we moved in. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| My brother just tried to hack an AIM account I asked him to log into (I typed in the userinfo and password, didn't let him watch for the latter) so he could tell me when the person whose paper I was editing logged on. Of course, he tried to hack it in front of me, with his comp screen three inches from the center of my field of vision. And in the most absolutely inept way (trying to copy and paste the typed in password. Even if the program allowed the copy function, he did it the wrong way, and it wouldn't have shown up as the characters of my password. Ha.), so I wasn't too worried, and so glanced at the convo he was having wherein a quick glance made it evident he was talking about swiping the password. So I read for a few exchanges and turns out he was planning a "next time" and all that jazz.
He was so red-faced when I asked him why the fuck he just tried to hack my account. Ran and hid under tables when I went upstairs to change that password (didn't need to worry about the others; they're not linked, and honestly, if he's going to break into one account, that'd be the one I'd be least concerned about).
Bet he just can't wait for the discussion we're going to have tomorrow.
It does suck though. Thought we were friends. And I thought he wasn't stupid enough to alienate this fantastic car-driving, money-having, intelligent ally he's got who has introduced him to all the TV he likes, half the programs he uses, and has taught him at least half of what he knows about computers and video games.
Live and learn, I guess. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I LOVE the RA's in my dorm!
Doing a documentary (specifically, a mockumentary) about dorm life, and we interviewed two and they were HILARIOUS and gave us footage that will allow us to do some FANTASTIC evidentiary editing and omg, they ROCK.
In other news, going home tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get a study guide compiled for my test next Wednesday with the FREAKISH INSANE study question list. Ugh. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Really fucking hate college. Thus far. I'm still begrudgingly optimistic.
My sociology course on "race and ethnicity" (translation: racism) is actually pretty badass, though. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | So far, gotta say, fucking hate college. | | |
| One of my professors knew Timothy Treadwell (the guy from Grizzly Man). Personally.
Freaky. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Apparently, John, whom I've never met, added my number to his contacts list and has been calling me A MILLION TIMES, or so his wife assures me. He keeps calling me, she insists, though I've never spoken to him in my life. She, however, does keep calling me and trying to get information out of me. Last night she listed off some dates where his number cell called my number, and it was kinda funny, as all of those calls were from her. Nevertheless, she is adamant that I'm somehow being dishonest.
Sadly this is one of the most interesting things going on in my life at the moment. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I've got to say, I've thus far got little interest in the social experience of college. I've met two cool people and my roommate is pretty cool, but mostly everyone's just like the people in high school, just a bit nicer.
This is possibly because I am absolutely horrendous at making small talk and have no interest in improving said skills. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So. Meijer Madness. Noun. An event during move-in week at MSU (Michigan, not SOME peoples' MSU... *cough* Pink) in which the buses run every ten minutes for free between various points on campus and the two local Meijers, and there are deals a'plenty. And in which dumb and overzealous college students attempt to purchase things and not be mobbed or run over as there is NO ROOM TO MOVE if you don't follow the crowd.
The roommate (Stephanie; she's badass) recruited people to go with us, as we were scared to take the bus alone. We recruited the two people that live in the room next to us and someone else who lives a ways down on the floor, Tara, and she brought her friend Tom. People next door were assholes and abandoned us before we were out of the building, but Tom and Tara were really awesome and hilarious and I've got myself an invite to go watch 300 with Tara sometime next week. We got off the bus at Tom's dorm, which is clear across campus, and then he walked us in the rain back to Stephanie's, Tara's, and mine, and that was all KINDS of fun.
I'm currently showering twice a day and still constantly covered in a dried layer of sweat crud. It's fun. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | I really, really should have read a novel in Spanish last year like I had meant to, as one will be required for my course this year. And it's a grammar course. I'm not sure I'm that good at Spanish... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Moved into the dorms today. My parents left under an hour ago.
It's not too hot, fortunately.
Feeling very, very unnerved and lonelier than I have in a long, long time. | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
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