What he said...

My life: A photoessay of schedule boxes

A rollercoaster of love this is not!

So I noticed last night that my left knee has been grinding. Like, if you put your hand on it when I move it, you can feel it creaking. I was a little worried about it, but I figured it was no big deal, because my knee used to do that all the time. (That should have been my first clue.)

Well, today, I went to lie on the floor and stretch out my back...and there was a horrible popping noise. My kneecap popped out again. The entire area is swollen, but it now glides smoothly when I bend it. No creaking.

Now I know. =/

So Friday I go back to PT. They just decreased my appointment times to twice a week, too, but after this, who knows?

*sighs* It's almost back to square one. Hopefully I can keep it from doing it twice in a row this time so I don't end up back on crutches and vicoden. Vicoden during finals is a not happening type thing.

Shhhhh.

Today is Day of Silence.

If I didn't have a presentation in lab today, I'd be participating now. After lab, I'll be silent until bed. I did it for an entire day in high school my senior year and got in a silent fight with my spanish teacher. I can't do that today. >>

-_<

Well, I'm technically not failing chem. If I do well on the next two exams, I'll definitely not be failing chem. STUDY TIME IT IS.

Just ordered a shikifuton for the summer. I'll post a link to it later.

Also want new laptop so I can take notes in classes. Come faster, July. >>

At least I can get a new phone next month.

This post was essentially pointless.

/flees!

*crosses fingers*

Today I go back to the doctor's and receive a verdict on my knee. It still hurts when I do steps and certain exercises, but Ewok Man says the fact that it didn't dislocate again during my physical therapy is a good sign. Hopefully I can stop going to PT and take matters into my own hands. And, if that's the case, hopefully I don't accidentally end up killing myself. I know the exercises I need to do, but I want to start running again, but I can't do that if I'm not fully recovered. >>

But if I don't start running again, this will keep happening.

A VICIOUS CYCLE IF I EVER HEARD OF ONE.

Oh, crap, I forgot to ask if he thinks it's okay for me to start meditating again. I guess I'll ask the doctorman and hope he can give me an educated answer. It will probably be "if it's comfortable for you." But it's not really ever comfortable. >>

Here's what I'm going through today, so all you folks who talk to me tonight will understand why I seem to have gone insane:
7:40- PT with Ewok Man
9:30- Doctor's Appt
10:45- Lunch, if I'm out of doctor's by then
11:30- go cry in my Chem professor's office
12:00- Meet my new boss and discuss work stuff
12:30- Chemistry quiz
2:00-5:00- Class
7:00-?- Finish Biology paper, do calculations, make figures and tables, read for next lab, do prelab.
?- ...sleep?

Off I go to see the doctor. Everyone send me spirit vibes.

::EDIT AFTER DOCTOR::
Three more weeks of physical therapy at three times a week, then I get to see them again. They decided to hold off on an MRI to see if I continue to improve. Unfortunately, I've not improved as much as they were expecting, or would like. He says if it doesn't get much better that there is a chance I have damaged my cartilage, which would still mean surgery. Which I no longer have TIME for.

Depressing.

And of course, now my knee hurts like a bitch because he fucked around with it. Bah.

I appear to be failing chemistry

This is going to be a long, long week.

Back by popular demand...

I would like to take this time to say YET AGAIN that whoever made mini-games mandatory in Kingdom Hearts II can kiss my pale arse. I'm never going to beat the fucking game at this rate because of all the ridiculous crap that they keep putting in. It annoys me and I stop playing for days because of all the sulking. >>

In other news, I have three papers to write in...a week and a half. One is due Wednesday, a draft of one is due nextTuesday, and a final third one is due...at some point. What are they on?
1) Enzyme activity at three different pHs.
2) Not a fucking clue. Something on one of the books I read this year for Modern Japanese Lit. I probably need to figure this out since I need to start writing it this weekend. I'm also not sure how long this one is supposed to be.
3) Not a fucking clue. It needs to be a 15-page paper for Asia in Motion. At least I think it's 15. Maybe it's ten. I just remember it sounding like a ridiculous number of pages at the time. I'm thinking I'll do something on Aum Shinrikyo. Asian politics befuddle me, but religions (and cults, in this case) I can handle. I'd probably discuss the warped Buddhist beliefs contained in Aum's teachings and then try to discuss the political and social problems that caused the rise of the cult. It would interest me, and hopefully be something he likes.

Maddo yelled at me for not blogging all weekend. Sarah did too. "WE WANTED TO KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING!" I just figured I'd tell them when I got back. XP* I had fun. Am still incredibly tired and bruised, but that's par for the course when I do ANYTHING. >.<;

I've had enough of these snakes!

I am going to be so damned tired tomorrow!

Today
1) 7:40-8:30: Physical therapy. (Again.)
2)8:30-9:00: Reading for Asia in Motion
3)9:00-10:00: Pack, laundry, get ready for classes. Remember to charge camera battery, phone, and iPod.
4)10:00-11:00: Laundry, call Walgreens.
5)11:00-11:45: Meet with Nesh and lab partner about exam we failed.
6)11:45-12:30: Grab food.
7)12:30-5:00: CLASS. O_O
8)5:00-6:00: Pack, pick up prescription.
9)6:00-7:00: Dinner.
10)7:00-7:45: Veg out.
11)7:45: Leave for airport.
12)10:00: Call Mike out of boredom, buy book and hot cocoa as per airport ritual.
13) 11:02: Depart.

Note to self: LEARN TO SLEEP ON PLANES.

::EDIT::
Well, it looks like I get make-up problems for the chem exam. Unfortunately, it's only going to raise my grade to a D or so. Then again, better a D than an F. I still cannot believe I did that poorly.

I skipped chem because I was angry at him for some of the stuff he only gave 1/2 credit for. So now I have time to veg. I'm almost done packing (I will be completely done once I shower). Just need to remember to withdraw money at dinner, pack two movies, and grab my chem stuff and the book I need to read for Tuesday.

Like any of you care, but I lost my planner a month ago, and I need to keep this straight in my head.

About fucking time I got a break

House is squared away, classes are registered for, job has been gotten. My summer is almost completely finalized.

I AM SO RELAXED.

It's the joke that just gets more funny with time.

...And I don't just mean my thesis. Look carefully.

Yes, I redid my desktop yet again, but that's not the focus of this picture. *snickers* Though I'm not minding blatantly showing it off.

Somethingspective

Have you ever written a paper, turned it in, and then, when asked what it was about, been unable to explain because you actually have no clue yourself? I hadn't until today. I have a paper written. It has a thesis, and supporting points, but I have absolutely no fucking clue what I'm talking about. Hopefully that won't show through. I'm actually kind of afraid to revise it...

I haven't shown up to Monday Chem class in probably two months. I decided to go today, which was a good thing, because he had decided to cancel lab and just do the lab work in class during the lecture. I have the best luck sometimes. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to extend to tests. I failed my chem exam, and since Nesh knows I am by no means an idiot, he's asked me to come into conference with him on Thursday. My grade should be fine-- I think I have an A in lab, and I got a B on my other exam, so the worst grade I'm looking at after my final is a C or so. And for chem class, that's something I will quite happily take.

I did get a random e-mail from the security people. They're updating me on their progress with my references. Evidently my interviewer had a "very nice" conversation with my Mod Jap Lit prof. I'm hoping, since they did the updating and not me, that this means I have the job. I'm almost certain I do, but I don't want to get my hopes up.

Tonight I need to:
1) Edit paper
2) recopy Bio notesHalway done.
3) set up shuttle to and from the airport
4) fill out independent verification worksheet. Every year I am required by law to prove that my parents are still dead.
5) sort through music library--it's been breeding again.

I'm getting pretty fed up with my ex. I hate him trying to be so sugary sweet to me when all he does is piss and moan to my friends about me. He's told them they're terrible friends because they let me walk all over them. If you've ever spent a day in this house, you know that is most certainly not the case. So basically he's telling everyone I'm a domineering bitch and then being all "Happy Easter, have a great day, you were the most awesome thing that ever happened to me, let's be buddeez!" Which also annoyed me, because considering how weird he was about me being Buddhist, you'd think he would be afraid to say something like that to me about a Christian holiday. It just seemed either dense, hypocritical, or openly provacative. I still can't decide.

Maddo has since taken to calling it Bunny-Ear Day, much to the joy and satisfaction of the rest of the house.

Mmm. He also says I've been "twisting what he says." Evidently he had permission to get on my computer when he did and browsed through all my chat logs. And techically, I had told him yes, but letting someone browse the internet does not automatically mean they are entitled to view every fucking file on the hard drive. (Man, if he had REALLY wanted to get angry, he should have looked through my pictures folder. Fucking jealous bastard.) So basically, since I told him he could use my comp to look up directions to apartment places, I have no right to blame him for violating my privacy.

WHAT CRAZY MOON SPHERE ARE YOU FROM?

*sighs* Then again, I guess I can't complain, because at least I'm not having to deal with all of this firsthand.

*yawn*

I am so damn sick of physical therapy.

Wrenspeaky it was not.

A word to the three boys I was planning on eating dinner with tonight:

I am still hurt. In fact, as you may have noticed, I have been on crutches for the past two days. The physical therapist telling me to try walking anyway does not magically mean I am better, it just means that the physical reminders of my injury are no longer going to be strapped to me wherever I go.

With this in mind, maybe you can understand my irritation when I fall behind on the way to dinner and I see you turn to check where I am... and then keep walking. If I yell "hey, if you guys want me to walk with you, you'll have to wait for a couple seconds; I can't catch up," the proper responses are not any of the following:

1) To keep walking. (Okay, so technically, but I'd prefer it if you waited, you know.)
2) To yell "Are you saying something?" then laugh and keep walking.
3) To yell "Maybe you wouldn't be so far behind if you didn't keep fucking talking." And then keep walking.

Now, because those are the wrong answers, I am going to no longer feel any desire to be around you. So, if I yell "Fuck you!" and turn around to go back to the house, don't act so shocked.

"Jesus, Wren, I was fucking joking."

I'm sure you were. Unfortunately, I am not your Indian grandmother, so I will not be walking 100 feet behind you on the way to the SUB. I'm also not going to take lip from you because you're impatient with me and my inability to walk quickly right now.

They probably weren't thinking about it, but I am still upset at all three of them. Just because you're in Guy Mode doesn't mean you're allowed to turn your brain off and become Ug the Testosterone Excretor. A little compassion never hurt anyone.

Cadbury Eggs terrify me

Today is Good Friday, I think. Since Sunday is Easter, I decided to break out my bunny ears again. It certainly made the school day more eventful.

Random Facilities Guy: "Did those ears grow naturally?"
Me: "Yes. Every Easter. It's a curse."

Sarah: "You know, with those ears and the crutches, it looks like you're hopping now."

Mark: "That's a good look for you."

Nesh: *points me out to the entire class* "Would you like to tell us why?"
Me: *waves* "Easter is on Sunday. That's just an excuse to wear the ears."
Nesh: "I'm not sure bunnies use crutches."
Me: "This one does."

Otto: "Everyone is just going to stare at you."
Me: "Otto, I'm on CRUTCHES."
Otto: "Yeah, but they'll think you're a freak."
Me: "Otto...my hair is BLUE."

*crosses fingers*

References given to security guys. Hopefully I'll know in a few days.

Things to buy once I know if I have the job:
1) new hair dye.
2) orchid.
3) shiki-futon, sheets, and comforter.

I'm counting UFOs. I signal them with my lighter.

So I'm not having any caffeine for the next two days. I've been chugging it down as much as possible since Sunday to stay alert and happy, and it's beginning to have some pretty annoying side-effects. For example, my heart keeps triple-beating. And while this may sound serious, please stop worrying, guys. It's not. I've had this happen before, and cutting back on caffeine always fixes it. And, if for some reason it doesn't this time, I promise to go get it looked at. XP*

But seriously. For all my other problems, my circulatory system has always been in excellent condition. It's from all the running.

So, looks like I had better catch up on sleep, then.

::EDIT::
Was randomly reminded of this today. Might be the sweetest comic he's ever done. Randy is good. He can be sweet, he can be sad (the Branwen arc almost made me cry), and he can be bitingly funny.

::2ND EDIT::
WTF?!

I once sang "Summer Lovin" in a talent show.

I e-mailed the security people today.

"Just checking in to see how the selection process is going. I found a summer address and have registered for classes, so I'd like to get the rest of my summer finalized as soon as possible.

Thank you, and have a good day!"

Hopefully they get back to me soon, and with good news. I have no idea where else I'd look for a job.

I've never been turned down from an interview. I need to remember that.

::EDIT AFTER LAB::
They want two faculty references. This is a good sign, yah?

sweet revenge.

Oh, Unc. Thank you for paying for my plane ticket to head out of town April 20-23rd. It really is the least you can do. And, if you had bothered telling me you were divorcing my aunt, you wouldn't be forced to drop the money for me now.

Fucker.

::EDIT::
"So, I'm not mad, but I was looking at your taxes, and how did you make only $50 last summer?"

Ooops. Looks like I forgot to tell her I quit that job. *grins*

This Week in Wrenbiology 320: Experimentally determining her natural hair color

I should teach my own course. It might help the more dense people of the world figure out what the fuck I'm actually like.

Someone take my pheremones. Otherwise I am going to isolate them, refine them, and use them to create a mob of loyal, obsessive followers at the head of which I will march on the Capitol.

Seriously. I ordered pizza today, and the pizza guy asked me if my leg was better yet. I had no idea who he was.

::EDIT::
(I was distracted, okay?)

Maddo: What are you listening to?
Wren: It is a piano version....of a song...
Maddo: Yes, thank you. You're not telling me anything I don't already know.
Wren: pbbbbt.

*twitch*

Gah, I am going to be a nervous wreck all weekend. Luckily I slept okay, though I really wish I didn't remember my dreams. Every time I do, I wish I hadn't. They weren't bad, but they certainly didn't make me feel any less strange.

Today I go to class, play lots of KHII, go off to be tortured by Ewok man, eat some dinner, and then find something to occupy myself again so I can stop being mildly freaked out all the time. Maybe I'll go to bed early. Most of the rest of the weekend I'll be studying for an exam, doing a take-home quiz, and brainstorming for some papers.

It does sound kinda sucky, but at least it will be busy.

Heh. I never know when I'm happy. When I'm busy, I want free time, and when I have free time, I try my best to be busy.

::EDIT::

Job interview over. I'd say it went well, but I don't want to think about it until I know for sure whether or not I got the job. I'll let you all know in three or four days. @.@

Black Hole Sun

Two days ago we left the house to head for the SUB for dinner, only to discover that a storm was moving in quickly. I mean, seriously. We looked behind the house, and there was this black wall of clouds reaching out and devouring the sky. Behind is, it was still blue, but in the time it took me to take this picture the entire parking lot had been covered by the clouds.



"We'd better hurry," Maddo said. And we all agreed, and fled for shelter and food.

Unfortunately, we can't really outrun the wind. By the time we get to Lawrence, the clouds have us surrounded, and are closing in ominously on all sides.



Once we get to the doors of the SUB, it's black as far as the eye can see, except for some light that's shining through on the horizon.



And, randomly, one area of sky that refused to be eaten. Maddo and I saw that, decided we'd seen God, and that He was blue.



We made it in before the rain, but people coming to dinner thirty seconds after us were not so lucky. Everyone else was soaked to the bone.

Evidently not.

Bored like whoa.

Enjoy the show. Listen for Sarah's cameo. (That's what made me laugh, you know.)

Peer pressure

They're still trying to get me to do a Comic House comic.

Daryl: "She's at RDG." (Campus dance troupe)
Me: "I can't believe you have to PAY to see your girlfriend dance, dude."
Maddo: *giggles* I know!
Me: "I'd be all 'yo bitch, show me the routine!"
Maddo: "Doing it naked would make it look better, anyway."
Me: "Shhhh, don't give him any ideas!"
Daryl: "@.@"
Sarah: "What sorority is she in, again? Theta...theta...theta?"
Daryl: "...Yes."
Maddo: "Is it really called that?"
Daryl: "No, but I can't remember it."
Maddo: "Man, you need to, or you'll piss off her sisters!"
Sarah: "Theta Kappa...
Maddo: "Delta Kappa Omega?"
Sarah: "Busta Kappa!"
Me: "I know a few I'd busta cappa."
House: "...XD"

My physical therapist is like an Ewok.

Cute, unassuming, probably cuddly...and as vicious as a motherfucker, let me tell you.

*winces and rubs her leg* We found a new place that was sore today, so we had to explore it for ten minutes to REALLY LOCATE THE PAIN. Between that and the controlled electrocution, it was like some sort of modern torture hour.
"Okay, now when your muscle is forced to contract, go ahead and contract with it. Oh, and lift your leg off the table for the duration of the current."
"Hmmm, does that hurt? Lie on your side and relax for me." *POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE* "Hehe, am I killing you?"
"That's one way to put it," I muttered. I secretly think he's healing me so he can attach me to The Machine and take notes on how it makes me feel.

Maybe he's a demon. He looks so sweet and innocent, yet does so much evil. It's a form of mental torture.

Oooh, he is CLEVER. - -;

T.T

Job hunting is exhausting. Half an hour ago I barely had any idea what was out there. Now, I have waaaay too many places to look. I suppose that's a good thing, though, because it increases the chances of me finding what I need.

I may not even have to look all that hard for myself. The barista job is back. This seems like some sort of odd fate. Security also asked if I wanted to be considered for a summer job, and I may also apply to be an office assistant. I already have the glasses, so why not be a secretary? >>

Just as long as I don't end up like this, everyone should be fine. (I love that movie so much.)

::EDIT:: Screw the barista job. Most of its hours fall under class time, and I don't want to work both weekend days to make up for that. XP*

::2nd EDIT:: I have a job interview Friday at 2PM. *dances*

Hair Dye and Ethanol

I'm blogging from Chem lab during experimental downtime. Next week, we will apparently be making ethanol. If you have any sort of chemical knowledge whatsoever, you should be grinning. MMMM, UPS moonshine.

Nesh: "I've been making wine and beer in my garage for the past 15 years."

Also, I'd like to go on record as saying I can't type on Mac keyboards worth a damn.

I redyed my hair last night, and since I have the pics online I figure I'll go ahead and share them here. I feel a bit more gothy than usual because the color is so dark. putting on my black shirt (I say that like I only have one) and a ton of eyeliner really didn't help matters, but ya gotta go with it, right?

If you don't like the color, blame Baron, because it was his idea in the first place. Personally I think it looks pretty damn good, but if I hadn't done the burgandy I think it would have been too dark.


My hair pulled up, with both colors visible.


The under layer.


The whole shebang.

*flees for freedom*

Sleep with one eye open, gripping your pillow tight

I got back from the physical therapist today. My knee, after a full eight days of medicine, icing, and rest, is still as swollen as it was initially. I've also lost some range of motion. Because of this, they want to see me three times a week for a month. Jason, my therapist, seems to be a little worried about the chances of my problem being fixed with therapy alone.

They know what did it, though. This is another problem caused from running, or in my case, stopping running (how ironic). My IT bands are at it again.

I'm depressed. Another week of vicoden and crutches, here I come.

::EDIT::
This is how I've made it through this semester so far.


Multitask like whoa. How many different things am I doing right there? XD

Of Penguins and Plots (Linkalicious)

Housies just got back from Comicon today. They came bearing presents. There are no words for mine, but a little context might make it even stranger. Well, it certainly does for me. I have a sinking feeling that for you people it might actually make sense.

"Wren, we all saw this and instantly thought of you."

Apparently the revolution has begun. We had no idea, though the URL stamped on the back of the seal may provide a clue.

I'm sure you all scrolled down and read the title of the pink book in that photo. Yes, Fuck This Book indeed. I have the postcards, too. And, as the back says, if you think you can do better...

Now that everyone has received their packages I can unveil the evil plots I've been working so damned hard on for the last week. Enjoy, folks.

Love Moose! ^^;

We're not sure why he does it, actually.

His worst nightmare.

There's one of Sarah in the works. Thanks to these sketches, she's trying to convince me to do a Comic House comic. It's not like I'd be lacking for silly material, but I am still thoroughly against the idea.

Pocket Dimension Open?

This weekend was something I've needed very badly. I've been able to relax and unwind and regain my equilibrium. I feel kind of like a new person, actually. I've been saying, and I know people agree, that it's about time I got a breather.

I feel hopeful. I'm losing range of motion in my knee, but I'll be starting physical therapy soon, so that should go away quickly. All I have to do is stay caught up in classes and figure out my plans for this summer. Hopefully that won't be too overwhelming. Now that I've had a mental break, I don't think it will be.

Oh, man. It is so good to finally have myself back.

Quotes that will only be funny to the people who were there.

"Eheheh...there goes our ride!" (Sora's best line EVER. OH MY GOD.)

"Aww, look! He's trying to hug your spine!" (Me. Don't ask.)

Sarah: "Do you mean Blind Riku?"
Me: "He had better NOT fucking be blind. He had the best eyes out of all the characters, and if I have to go the entire game with him wearing that fucking bandana I'll-"
Sarah: "Heh, it's actually sexy. Cuz you know they're there, and you want to rip it off."
Me: "'Hey, can I undress your face?'"

::EDIT::
Beast: "He used my pain, my sadness, and turned it into rage! He controlled me through my anger, and made me hurt my friends! AAAGH! *growls and raises hands to the ceiling*
Me: "AND IT MAKES ME SO ANGRYYYYYY!"
Sarah: *presses pause, glares.* "I can't play this game anymore! BAD WREN."