Poetry & Prozac

* I really like my American Popular Music class. For lots of reasons, cute bass-playing professor included, but, largely because, I mean, where ELSE do you get to listen to "Yankee Doodle" unironically? My life is awesome sometimes.

* Dear universe,
When someone is obviously listening to headphones and not looking at you, this is a clue that they DO NOT WANT TO TALK.
I had three, (3) people today, come up to me, stand there, and wait, and wait, and wait for my inner politeness to take hold so that they could ask me A) If I could draw them (no. To be fair, I was carrying a drawing pad, but I also HAD MY HEADPHONES ON and was listening to Metro Station) B) If they could have $.50 for the bus (no) C) If this was the bus to _____ (yes. But why are you randomly on a bus if you don't know where it goes? And asking directions from someone LISTENING TO HEADPHONES and SCOWLING at you instead of someone nice or reading the bus schedule?)
I am giving you nonverbal clues here, people, TAKE THEM. If you do not I reserve the right to be pissy at you when you talk to me.
Not so much love,
~me

* It would be morally and ethically wrong to want to work with someone just because their name is Brendan, right? Especially as I'm pretty sure he's a 50 year old scientist and so the only attraction would be a name that isn't even spelled right?

* Any time Bamboozle Left wants to finish announcing artists, that'd be awesome. Some of us have concert plans to make depending on who may or may not be playing that festival.

I am not actually as grumpy as this post makes it seem.

So you know the music class I was dreading?

It's being taught by a hot 20-something bassist. *headdesk*

Like, seriously, maybe the third thing he said after "This is Music 105, that's where you all mean to be, right?" and "You don't have to call me professor or anything, it's Taylor" was "So, I play bass..." and I snorted and proceeded to spend the next hour and a half doodling hearts in the margins of my notebook.

I am secretly a thirteen year old girl, oh my god.

In other news, it seems most of my flist has had a shitty day. Mine was less shitty than yours, but yesterday sucked monumentally, so, I concur. In a non scary alcoholic way, I wish I were at a bar right now. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

My papers are done!!! I may have failed all of my classes, but my papers are done!

In other news, as a reward to myself for being so very very good and writing my papers, I have mainlined all of BBC's Robin Hood. In case I haven't mentioned, TV Links is my new BFF. Streaming media! Whenever and whatever I want! Without having to download! Oh yes, life is very very good to me. However, I do wish BBC seasons were longer than 13 episodes. I realize that the 3 BBC shows I watch are epic time-consuming fight-scene and special effects involving, but, Marian, Robin *whimper*. Perhaps this is my punishment for watching an entire season in a little more than 24 hours. Also I've realized that 90% of my knowledge of Robin Hood stories comes from The Disney version and Men In Tights. This probably needs rectifying. Any Robin Hood recommendations?

Also for being good, or for just being, I spent a ton of money at www.blackphoenixalchemylab.com. Two new big bottles are coming my way plus imps. I really need to learn to restrain myself.

In other other news, the world is denying me sleep. It upsets me. Also Nick spent the night on our couch. I didn't have to deal with him at all, except for a quick wave hello, but it still really upsets me that he was here, especially overnight, especially especially when I knew they (he, Michelle and Gina) had been drinking since I didn't entirely trust that he wouldn't come in and try something, ESPECIALLY especially because no one SAID anything about him coming over, much less spending the night. It made me uncomfortable and I would have really liked a heads up.

In final other news: I am moving out of my apartment Saturday. I will have internet access until Monday-ish. Then it'll be sporadic until Thursday at which point I am leaving for two weeks in Mexico so it shall be non-existent. So you know.

*sigh* I would really like for people to stop shooting me down when I try to do nice things for them. Say "thank you" and move on, criticizing me and telling me how what I've done is pointless helps neither of us.

Anyway.

* My presentation in my Senior Seminar Apocalyptic Fiction class went shockingly well. I'm a little confused actually. There was, like, discussion, and not like "you're retarded, how is this at all relevant?" discussion. So, cool. I still need to figure out what the hell I'm writing my ten page paper on. *head desk*

* All of the tattoo talk around my flist lately is making me REALLY want another one. I realized yesterday that it's been 5 years since I got my first one. I wanted to get one for my 19th birthday too, but I didn't. And I thought about getting one in London six months later, but I didn't, and then my desire kind of waned. It's been back for a few months now. If I have money in July or August, I think I'll go for it. Maybe while (if) I'm in New York. I am thinking a red origami-star on my right hip to compliment the blue star by my left shoulder. Eventually, I'd like to be a galaxy.

* Speaking of money, I cannot find a single job on Monster.com or Craigslist that I am qualified for. It's scary and disheartening to say the least. I've only submitted like 4 applications and those were all to highly competitive jobs in New York City where I cannot currently afford to move. Fuck. So, basically, I guess I'll end up working at Starbucks or somewhere with my B.A. in English (haha Avenue Q, I'm laughing SO much). I could go back to the preschool, only they won't actually hire me back. Apparently the fact that they think I hated working there is some sort of problem for them. Go figure. (For the record, I didn't HATE it. Some parts were just better than others.)

* Also, I realized I have to move out of my apartment next month. Holy shit. I've acquired a LOT of shit in the last not-quite 2 years. Also this means I will be without my computer during finals week. *whimper*

* AND, my school won't tell me if I'm actually going to graduate. So I could get a letter in the middle of June saying "hey, by the way, you're still 2 classes away from graduating". Awesome.

Okay, now I'm a little depressed, but pretty much it's been a good day.

List post! Though, really, most of them are.

* Hello new friends from the bandslash meme! Here are some FAQs of Me. Feel free to ask more questions if you like, old flisters are also welcome to ask me stuff.

* I have a ton of homework type stuff. This is because I have been largely ignoring schoolwork and classes. I have no one to blame this on but myself. However, I do have to pick a topic for my 10 page paper, write the proposal, and come up with an accompanying presentation by Wednesday. To say nothing of the Biology paper due in two weeks.

* Also, I'm STARVING. I seriously, seriously, ate 2 hours ago, and, STARVING. Granted, I hadn't really eaten at all before that. So, I guess it's to be expected.

* I had all of this stuff to whine about and whatever, but then wordsaremyfaith called and we talked for like half an hour and I can't really think of anything bad. Zoey for the win.

ETA: kueble keeps writing me fic. Or, I keep making her, because there is not enough Brendon/Jon in the world. Either way. last night she wrote me More Than and tonight she wrote me Butter Pecan. You should go read them if that's your thing, and tell her how rad she is.

So, usually when it occurs to me that I could just not go to class, that's pretty much it for me, I'm totally not going.

I feel mildly shitty today, but I went to Bio and then I came home figuring, yeah, totally not going to my senior seminar. Which, like, I really, really should go to, but, meh.

Only, I checked my flist and read a bunch of fic and I still have 45 minutes before I would need to leave for class. And I actually kind of want to go. So I'm going to, but, it's really odd.

In other news, I tried to leave a bunch of comments this morning, but LJ kept giving me weird error messages. So if you got, like four of the same comment from me, or a blank comment or anything odd, that's what was going on. Sorry!

* My school sucks so so much ass. I may cry. But *hopefully* I'm still going to graduate in June. Fucking school. Also everyone who works here is an idiot. This is a series of conversations I had today:
Cashier's office: Okay, well, we can't help you with that. Let me to transfer you to the Registrar's office.
...
Registrar's office: You need to talk to the Biology Department.
Me: Um, okay. I was told to talk to you -
Registrar's office: No, no, you need a form from the Biology Department. You bring that to us.
Me: Okay. The Biology Department? Even though I'm not a Biology major?
Registrar's office: Yes.
Me: Okay, thank you.
...
Biology Department: [hands me the form in question] You're a Biology major, right?
Me: Um, no. I just want to add a Biology class. The Registrar's office told me to come here.
Biology Department: I've never heard that before. You need to go to your department so they can approve you.
Me: Um.
Biology Department: Oh, wait! Are you a Natural Sciences major?
Me: No. English.
Biology Department: Yeah, you need to go to them.
...
English Department: [gives me the form] ...But the advisor's only going to be here today and tomorrow.
Me: I need to see an advisor?
English Department: No, but they need to sign it.

*sigh*. I really *really* need the Bio class, so I dropped the Intro to Music class, added the Bio and NOW I get to fill out a form, bat my eyes and possibly cry on command, and then re-enroll in the music and apparently two P.E. classes.

This fucking school, I swear to god.

And THEN, I went to the bookstore for a bottle of water and came out with a hoodie, a long sleeve thermal, and the bottle of water. ...I don't know.

Okay, this post got way long, so I'll spam later with fun stuff.

Oh Cal State L.A., you are *so cute*.

With your having idiots who don't know anything answer phones. I mean, yay work-study and all that, but do people really call campus departments for anything other than, oh, I don't know, questions about the department? I was not asking anything that tricky. Grad checks are something people who answer phones on a college campus should know.

Also, CSULA continues to have a creepy and overly perky voice mail message talking about how it is in the heart of L.A. mere minutes from beach and mountains. You don't have to sell me, alright? I already fell for your lies.

So *cute*, my school. Only a couple of quarters left!
(And on a related note, sent in my AmeriCorps application this weekend. I am, slowly, preparing for real life.)

One of the things I love about living in California (okay, there are a lot of things I love about California but I'm still getting the hell OUT) is knowing stupid references on t.v. and in movies, like being able to spot an In 'N Out cup at 100 paces. Or like how ( tiny insignificant Studio 60 spoiler and commentary that follows which you should read whether you care about Studio 60 or not, just don't want to spoil people who might )

I was going to talk about other things, like how I've cooked lately. (French Toast, Seafood Udon, Shepherd's Pie, and Egg Drop soup respectively). With mixed results, but cooking. 95% microwave free! I'm so proud. And I do like cooking, I do, it's just such a pain cooking for one and it takes THOUGHT and EFFORT. Two of my not favorite things.

The other thing I need to discuss is how certain people have gotten me sneaking around reading certain fic and downloading certain music. It is annoying and since I haven't commented to any of said fic they probably don't know I am talking about them, but I am. I AM dammit. This is so not cool and I can't stop it.

Seems like I had other stuff to whine about... Oh, yeah, I'm totally going to fail college and I do not care, at all. I'm super, super apathetic lately. I miss caring.

I can't even get inspired to change my layout (though if you have ideas for a new and awesome header I'm not opposed to suggestions), much less come up with an idea for fic even though I really REALLY want to write. SO bad. But not my Walter Scott paper which is due tomorrow and is so far less than half-assed.

Right, so, Halloween kind of blew. Mostly because I kind of had high hopes. Hell, I even had a costume.

We went to the big street fair thingin West Hollywood. Tried to meet up with Kaylee, but it didn't work out. I had invited new!housemate with the implication that her friend Nick (who I made out with during the Friday-the-Thirteenth incident) was invited because he doesn't mind driving. But then she also invited this girl Leah who I cannot stand and Leah invited her roommate. And then they all spent the whole time complaining about how overrated everything was and we shouldn't listen to my cousin anymore. Which made me angry because it was MY thing. *I* wanted to go to hang out with Kaylee. Not walk around a lot complaining. It ended up okay, but I am not in love with last night. Seriously, not only was there no alcohol consumed, THERE WAS NO CANDY! *weeps*

Also I was a cute blue-sparkly-thing-with-wings as I didn't care enough to debate the merits of butterfly vs fairy. My wings are awesome though. And I totally looked good and didn't get hit on or looked at and I wanted to.

...Not to mention the midterm I bombed earlier in the day.

I do have a Halloween trick/treat, but I'm going to put it in another post because I want to and it will organize better.

Right, so, today I went to a class which I haven't been very good at attending for no particular reason other than it's the first of a block of four, so if I want a break, that's my option. But today's the midterm so obviously I went because I am not THAT self-defeating. And the midterm? Took me 20 minutes to finish and I was by no means the first one done. So, it was nice, but also kind of frustrating. So now I'm back for another hour or so.

I have been having WEIRD dreams latel.

* I was in New York with girthygrizelda and her mom but they wouldn't let us stop and look around. Then I dreamed I was in London with my Grandma, brother, and cousin and she wanted us to see some historical sight but we'd been there before and she was telling the same story and I also think it may have been Santa's Village.

* Then I had a dream that I was in a horror movie. The group I was with had just gotten alien/robot half-breeds to protect us and I just knew that they were going to go rogue and kill us all but no one would take me seriously. There was this room where our 3 rabbits, some birds, and I think some hamsters or something lived and I didn't want them to get eaten so I put the rabbits in their cage and put a protective covering over it and gave them a bunch of apples and salad so they wouldn't be hungry. I woke up before anything bad happened though.

* I also dreamt I was an alter boy. That might have been the horror movie dream, or the one where I met Beyonce's mom at Silver Strand and she wanted to give me a lot of money.

* Night before last I had a bunch of dreams that I don't remember. I DO however remember that every dream, or the end of each dream featured an Office-style confessional. In my defense I had mainlined like six episodes right before I went to bed.

* Last night I was at my aunt's beach house and there was a photoshoot for Supernatural. Only, it was happy and sunshiney and lechatfier was in it too. Jensen Ackles was being a really big jerk and I detested him, but somehow he, Jared Padalecki, lechatfier and I ended up hanging out and Jensen and I made out and then we all went to the beach. Where lechatfier and Jared started making out and being all in love. Jensen and I had just kissed 'cause he was cute and I was there. So we left them and went for a walk and Jensen told me he knew a great place to get Chicken Parmigana so we went there. It turned out to be in Monterey and I felt kind of bad for not going to visit sparly and my brother but Jensen told me we were on the other side of town from them. So we went to the resturant and they just served us all of these weird garlicky sides, so I made him stop at a gas station so we could get mint gum on the way back.

Um, I don't know. It was weird. They all were. And I never usually remember my dreams for this long in a row.

Um, weird day.

Of my 4 classes, 3 of the professors were late. On the first day. But all of my classes seem okay. I get to read The Handmaid's Tale for one of them. And my jewelery professor is gay, gay, gay and awesome. Plus, jewelry, yay! And my World Lit. professor sounds exactly like Inigo Montoya. There is nothing I want more in the world than for him to say "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father, prepare to die." Because that would OWN. And my "Sex in Religion" class is pretty cool too, the professor reminds me vaguely of Norbert Leo Butz and some girl got up and left the class when he said "semen". It was so funny, he uttered the word and she was out of there. Also, ALSO cute Gael Garcia Bernal!lookalike (Raul) is in that class. Scooooooore for me. And Jen's in my Women's Lit class, and Adrianna (apparently we're friends now? But, cool) and other!Kelsey who enjoys sitting near me to confuse professors is in World Lit. So far seems to be a good quarter (she says on day 1...)

And then I came home and ate homemade enchiladas and lemon merengue pie with my roommate, her mom, grandma, and cousin. Weird is not the word. But actually it was fine. Nice even. And free food.

Still just the two of us living here though, so that's a little strange.

AND I have a lead on a job. One that may actually PAY.

I have nothing fannish to say though. It's scary.

Oh, and I will be at the beach this weekend. I'll have e-mail and LJ but not AIM (and possibly not googletalk). And my cell. So there's where to find me if need be.

I totally forgot to watch America's Next Top Model tonight. And Justice. Again. Even though Kerr Smith is in it. I did however manage to remember Mythbusters. *shakes head* I'm so not proud.

But the REASON I forgot all this vital tv viewing is because I finally got my QAF dvds. I'm on the sixth episode.

The awkward thing is I share a room with one of those obnoxious Christians. Not that you can't be Christian and gay-friendly (obviously), but she gets squicked out when Rent is on. SO. It's gonna be a little challanging to get through the whole series. I'm trying to figure out if watching them on my computer would be more subtle. Anyway, she (and her mom, and her grandma) came home and I immediately turned it off. They were being annoying though so I was all, fuck it and I watched anyway but they were pretty tame episodes.

Dilemas, dilemas.

Classes start tomorrow. My schedule is 11.30 - 7.30 Tuesdays and Thursdays. And that is IT. I need work, and they are going to be hellaciously long days, but, clases two days a week WINS.

Oh, and how bad do I want to go to New York in December? SO MUCH good stuff going on it is not even fair. Maybe if I get a student loan and talk to my dad's friend I can make it happen? Maybe? And do some experimental job hunting while I'm there to justify it? Daphne and Matt and Gale, oh my! *sobs* Wanna GO!

Here begins wacky fun time in which I spend a lot of money on train tickets in the next week. Glee.

I am dreading going back for more than a few reasons, the most significant being 1) I don't like change and 2) I don't like confrontation. These, unfortunately, shall be unavoidable over the next few days, but hopefully they will occur in the best possible ways. I am seriously stressing. I very dislike Not Knowing.

I always picture the worst case scenarios. If people are late to call/arrive to things I end up convincing myself that they are dead in ditches or facing other tragedies. As far as the apartment-thing goes, my worst cases are:
* I have been kicked out of my apartment and all of my stuff is gone (and I have nowhere to live, but the stuff is really the larger issue).
* The new girls moved in while I was gone and have become BFF with my roommate and made up house rules that I will find intolerable.

Ah, talking about it is really not lessening my stress level. The first fear won't have happened, and the second is highly unlikely and even if it did, there's not so much I can do about it now.

Just the idea of seeing my roommate is causing me dread. Not to mention classes starting and UGH.

* Uh, hey, did you know I was nominated for a Citrus Award? That's okay, me either. Anyway, you can go vote here if you want to. Under "Best Seth & Summer Fic". And if you're actually curious about said fic, it's in my memories here. Weird. The random nomination and not knowing about it, that is. Not the fic so much.

* Since I'm posting, I may as well mention other stuff. Yesterday there was big excitement in my Shakespeare class because someone had unearthed a 4 year old copy of the school newspaper that featured an explicit article on how togive a blow job. It was quite hilarious. CSULA, everybody. Best school ever *eye roll*

* The other day in my math class the professor read us this problem about how Mabel and Rodney had to be put into groups but couldn't be in the same group. I was writing this down, so when I look up at the board it reads:
M & R not together
It hurt you guys, you have no idea. There was *gasp*ing and pain and me feeling like a total dork for even noticing, but whatever.

* I have, like 10 "One Song Glory"s that I've randomly downloaded. And one came on today, and I was all "oooh, sounds like Norbert Leo Butz" but then it started sounding like Constantine Maroulis and I was upset that I couldn't tell the difference. When I finally checked the artist, guess who it was not? Either Norbert Leo Butz (who I'm seeing in 12 days!) or Constantine Maroulis. It was Manley Pope. I don't know what that says about him or my hearing, but probably not good things.

* I have been misreading things like WHOA lately. It's odd.

* I hate to ask this, I really, you have no much how I don't want to be asking this, but, rec me good Remus/Sirius HP fic please? Or Ginny/Harry, but mostly, yeah Remus/Sirius. *sigh* This is all wordsaremyfaith's fault.

Man, I am a grumpy bunny. Not like... miserable, or suicidal or even all that bitchy, but just, majorly meh.

* I am ANXIOUSLY awaiting packages in the mail. I realize that I only ordered them Thursday/Friday so that at the earliest they were mailed Saturday, and therefore Tuesday is an unreasonable expectation for delivery, but dammit, I want them!

* Migraine.

* I am probably failing yet another math class and I just cannot bring myself to care (which is, you know, in large part WHY I'm probably-failing...). At this point I'm just going to take my D and smile and hope my advisor tells me D's count though I highly suspect that is not the case.

* I couldn't get a therapy appointment until next week, which is totally my fault, but dammit I really wanted to be counseled.

* I am sort-of-maybe-not-really fighting with my mother. It's frustrating, not to mention confusing.

* Where is the fic dammit? I need fic to read and be happified and comforted by. I am betaing for a girl who misspelled "chapter" in her e-mail. No way this is a positive sign...

On a not-related note: I happened to catch a rerun of an episode of Stargate:Atlantis the other night. Why did no one try harder to pimp this on me? Joe Flanigan is PRETTY!

Also last night I had a dream that featured: long walks, donuts, my mother, Emily turning into Jill my roommate from London, leftover paper, my professor in an elevator, a ridiculously heavy backpack, BBQ chips, a 2 liter bottle of ginger ale, Sally (girthygrizelda), Matt Caplan, and San Bernardino High School. My subconcious is seriously screwed up.

Ready for some whine? I feel it's only fair since the last, um, three-ish posts have been happy happy yayness.

* My roommate.
Yes. This again. Sometimes I feel like if I'd only had a roommate I *LIKED* my whole life here would be better. Because I'd be more willing to be social and just, everything. But no. RoL and I got off on the wrong foot on Day 1 and it's never improved, which I admit is partly my responsibility. But now, or like after a month, I don't WANT to be friends with her.
The latest issues however are that:
1) She's interning or something at this film set. A job she has to get up at 4.45 for. Which means her alarm goes off at 4.30, 4.35, 4.40 and 4.45. I? DON'T need to be up at 4.45. Also she keeps mentioning this damn job. She's just DYING to name drop and I'm totally not asking.
2) Because she's working crazy hours (yay for her not being in the house!) buy her parking permit. So she keeps asking me too. I tried today, because I figured it was just a drop-envelope-in-box thing. But no. It requires standing in line. And having ID and license plate numbers. So now she's all annoyed and whiny at me because I didn't/won't/can't do it. Um, hi? Not my problem. It's not like I have to buy a parking permit anyway. Which she KNOWS. Argh.
3) I'm like 95% sure she's not moving out in the fall. Boo. I don't wanna live like this anymore.

* speed_rent. I realize that life sometimes gets in the way, but if you say stories are going to be posted at a certain time? People kind of depend on that and get annoyed if said things aren't posted.

* I'm sad about seeing Rent Saturday. 'Cause now it's over.

* I have a paper due Thursday that I am totally not into/motivated to work on at ALL. This is bad. I also have a midterm thing due Monday.

* I haven't seen/heard from Emily in forever. And I've contacted her. Maybe Wednesday I'll call her. Just, when does that start getting desperate? At some point I should probably be getting a hint.

* This weekend is going to be insane busy. Going home-home Thursday night, hanging out Friday, going home either late-late Friday or early Saturday, Saturday morning grocery shopping fun, and then Adam Pascal concert at... actually I don't know when. I should find out. It's not going to be a BAD weekend, just busy, and everything's uncertain and I don't do well with uncertain. At all.

* So, I really need someone to tell me not to spend $90 on a "lightly used" genuinely genuine Kate Spade bag. Because that $90 is New York money. And I cannot be a grown up and move to New York if I randomly buy expensive purses online with money I don't have. I'm working really hard on resisting, but, man me and that bag would be SO AWESOME running around New York.

*Maybe I will go online apartment hunting to distract me. And only spend fictional money.

* I have eleven, ELEVEN more classes before I graduate. That is not very many and is scaring the hell out of me. I have an advisement appointment next week wherein I will grovel and beg for assorted and sundry andvice. It will be especially awkward as I have class with that advisor like 30 minutes before my appointment. It seemed sort of silly to even make an appointment, but I can't exactly hit her up for that sort of thing after class.

* Also, today I made The Call. It wasn't bad. Appointment Wednesday which I am equal parts scared and excited for. Of course, I also have a math midterm Wednesday. Fun.

* I have talked to my mom a TON lately. I don't know what that means. But she wants me to come home next week for ONE DAY so we can take a family picture as it is "probably the last formal picture we will ever have of us". WTF? On so many levels. I can't figure out why it'd be the last, future weddings and stuff aside, I don't get it. PLUS she and my dad are LEAVING the next day. I'm not really loving the idea of spending $20 bucks to get my picture taken and maybe a free meal. I can't say no, though, obviously, so, whiiiine.

* I totally want to write fic but I am deeply uninspired. *kicks speed_rent*. I have this idea for a Mark/Roger fic, but since I don't post anywhere but there, it seems silly to write it without it being prompt directed 'cause then it just goes nowhere.

* Why won't people answer my e-mails? Huh?

*ETA:
Dear World,
"Soundtrack" is not a genre. Please stop saying that it is.

So, I am pretty sure my flist is trying to destroy my computer with all of the beyond awesome downloads. Jesus, people. Not that this is by any means a bad thing, but, quit breaking Broccoli.

Also, because of this there may very well be a music post in the not too distant future, because the music comms are winning lately.

Alright, now that I've got you reading, because who doesn't love deluges of downloads, wanna hear what happened to me today? Cool.

So it's the second day of classes, right? And obviously I haven't mastered my schedule yet, but, so I wake up and I get ready, nice and leisurely and then right as I'm getting ready to leave I grab my schedule to see which room my class is in, and, uh, it's not a 12.20 class, it's a 1.30 class. SCORE. So instead of, like, doing homework, I'm now playing on LJ. Go me.

Yesterday I got a blister from shoes I wear all the time. Weird. And I went to my first heinous math class *whimper* but also to this Shakespeare class that I was dreading because Shakespeare, meh. But we're reading all this stuff I never have and the professor's cool (NO PAPER!!!) and so far it's a lot of historical background which I LOVE (if I weren't such a total English major it'd be History, which is possibly the only LESS useful major in existence). Anyway, so I'm taking notes so fast my hand is cramping and I remember why I love English and school and how suddenly a master's doesn't sound so horrible (except, no. No way in hell. Not now anyway. I can't. I would explode and die). It scares me how much all I need in life to be happy is great piles of typed paper and a red pen.

Okay, yes, I'm a freak. The end.

You all ready for a random list again?

* Why am I watching Celebrity Poker Showdown? Again? Why does this show entertain me? I can watch it for hours and dammit I am not that girl (also, GIP). Bravo owns me.

* I had this dream last night about one of my finals (Early American Lit) and it was that class, and there were four essay questions which is what the professor has told us, but the one question I remember from the dream was 'Name actresses who have played Dolly Parton'... WTF, brain? WTF?

* The night before last (I believe this was the night after luvginnyarwen, snowfire and I stayed up all night geeking out) I woke up when my roommate got up, and dimly, in the fogs of only being partly awake I remember thinking "Oh good, now I can go back to dreaming about X-Men without feeling like a dork". *sigh* There are so many things wrong with that thought process... It's fun being me.

* Beach with sparly on Saturday! Yaaaay! And the Little Girls. And maybe the Nolin's. Even though I'm STILL bruised from the last time I hung out with them. I'm thinking we'll go to Santa Monica 'cause that way if it's cold or we don't wanna go home when it gets dark there's the pier and the Prommenade (where there is an Old Navy and a California Pizza Kitchen...) Plus the last time I was there I saw a pod of dolphins. The only thing is I'm not sure how good a swimming beach it is and that's important with this crowd.

ETA:

* Most. Backhanded. Compliment. EVER: "You've got the kind of beauty that the eye can't see". Thank you Taboo. That line always totally cracks me up, though I ADORE this song (Love Is A Question Mark).

* I keep finding change in my right pocket, but I've emptied my pocket twice now. Is it possible I have discovered the mystical change-growing pants? If so, SCORE!

Just so you all know, I love you guys so much. My flist makes me so happy. So, just, thank you all for everything. You're more important to me than you know.