I thought this crap had gone the way of Scarlet Fever

Apparently I have tonsillitis. We don't know yet if it's bacterial or viral (though my strep test was negative), so there's no knowing for the next two days if the antibiotics will help. In the meantime, I'm on lots of ibuprofen for the swelling, and also have the joy of gargling lidocaine+Wilcox. More proof that chocolate milk cures everything, I suppose.

Also, my uncle is in town over the weekend. Fam told him how sick I am, so he's planning on calling and "checking up on me." I am not allowed to let on that I am finally aware of the depths of asshattery he has fallen to. So now it's a dilemma: bite my tongue and get new toys, or refuse to answer the phone and give my nerves a rest.

More proof that God hates me

I can't imagine what else could go wrong today. But I'm not going to try very hard in case it decides to prove me wrong. I don't know what I did to piss off my Higher Power, but MAN. I must have. Making it through this day is going to cause some serious Karmic burn-off.

So I got home sick last night, call Fam, and agree that I need to go to a doctor. Before I pass out, I get ahold of Matt and get info for the Urgent Care clinic he went to when he had a really bad ear infection. Today I wake up and get ready to head into the doctor...

...and my car dies. Cue tears.

So then I call my aunt and she convinces me to call CHWS on the off-chance that they are open in the summer. Well, they are, I find out- but only for counseling appointments. That has to be one of the most fucking useless things I have ever heard.

They were kind enough, however, to offer me a link to the least helpful pamphlet in the world. Well, except for the Urgent Care clinic, which I find out is only 1.8 miles away, and is open to walk-ins from 9AM to 9PM. Too bad my fucking CAR is dead.

So I call a taxi service. Now let me explain something here: I have a taxi phobia. I hate calling for them, I hate riding in them, I hate driving by them. It's ridiculous, I know. But at this point, I figure I have no other choice, because I have not been this sick in a long, long time.

Taxi guy apparently doesn't understand the concept of a "Wheelock Student Center at 15th and Alder." It's the most common pick-up point on the frigging campus, but "he needs an address." At this point I am incredibly stressed out, start crying, and hang up on him. I've never had that problem before; any transit company understands where the Student Center is, because not knowing is very bad for business. Maybe he was new, but I dunno. Just my luck.

So I finally break down and call Sarah's cell phone a couple of times. She doesn't answer, so I get on Google and look up what I hope is her home phone. I get her dad, he says she's at work, and gives me her number, and I call her and break down sobbing hysterically over the phone.

Now she's trying to get ahold of her family so she can take off work, drive up here, and save my life.

I have the best roommate ever. I cannot BELIEVE how awesome she is. I've spent the entire morning feeling scared and alone, and the fact that she's willing to drive from Olympia to help me out is like...overwhelming awesomeness.

Misery

Everything hurts. At work, and just spent last ten minutes dry heaving in the bathroom. I can't imagine how my throat will feel if I actually throw up. Both ears ache terribly, my entire neck is tender, and I have a light-sensitivity headache.

I've been told it's okay for me to go home if I need to, but if I do, that will basically screw over the rest of the shift.

I'm gonna try to stick out at least 30 more minutes.

Fuck it.

I still feel like crap, but I have to work tonight. So I'm going to have some tea, remedicate, and go get Arby's+shake, buy rat food and bedding, and a DVD player, and head home. Hopefully by then I'll be nicely exhausted so I can curl up in my Sick Nest and watch movies, then sleep again before work tonight.

And I don't have class tomorrow, so I can come back and pass out after work.

My throat and ears are trying to kill me. I just know it.

::EDIT AFTER ERRANDS::
S.T. had better be one happy rat, because I bought a lot of new toys for him.

I should be in bed.

slow-motion accident: Wren requires us on floor pic.
slow-motion accident: And me stuffing cleavage in my bra pic
slow-motion accident: XD
slow-motion accident: money!
slow-motion accident: money in my cleavage.
slow-motion accident: *dies*
Sarah: lol
Sarah: HHAHAHAHA
slow-motion accident: I am SO STRUNG OUT
Sarah: *falls on floor laughing*
slow-motion accident: I cannot fucking BELIEVE I just did that.

Small Favors

I called my work and talked to them, since I feel worse today than I did yesterday. They told me they'd go ahead and let me stay home sick, and if things got crazy later and they needed me to dispatch they'd call me in. My cellphone wakes me up, so that shouldn't be a problem.

That seems fair. They're expecting it to be pretty dead tonight anyway, since it's a holiday weekend. So I'm not leaving them completely stranded, and I'm not left completely miserable.

I am having tea and then collapsing, watching a movie, and going back to sleep around 1.

Another sign of your incompetence

Yes, I've heard you sitting in the office for the past 45 minutes, talking trash about my coworkers.

The door is OPEN, you dumbass.

=_=;

Halfway Mark

In all honesty, I do this job for things like pizza bagels and key lime cheesecake.

Mmmmm.

::EDIT THREE HOURS LATER::
Oh my God, three more hours? I am SO DAMN TIRED. I blame being sick, but seriously, this is insane. My eyes hate me, my body hates me, I hate me...

Oh, thank you, Penny Arcade podcasts. Here goes another hour. Bossman Kind has offered to let me go nap, and then told me I should go home, but that would be a bad idea. We have two conferences here today, and that would leave Newest Patrolperson and Incompetent Bossman alone on their own. Which means Newest Patrolperson would be dispatching, leaving Incompetent Bossman to do all the footwork. Which is a bad idea, since he is incredibly lazy. And incompetent. Which I may have mentioned.

So here I stay, for the greater good.

Better and Better

A word to the wise:

I realise that this is my first shift with both of you, coworker-people. However, I'd like to think the signs of pure, eye-bloodying rage are so universal that the two of you would know when to quit. I've been proven wrong quite frequently in my assumptions this week, however, so I suppose I shall just have to add this one to the pile.

No, he's not gay, and I don't care what his dumb bitch of an ex has told you. I've known him for two years, and she dated him for a matter of weeks. Which one of us knows him better? No, I don't care what you've "heard," because trust me, it's probably a house joke that you are far too incompetent to wrap your mind around.

"No, no, it's fine if he is." Good for you and your open-mindedness. Really, I applaud you. Now if only you would apply that to the difference between truth and vicious gossip and save my nerves some strain.

"Dude, he totally is. I have a source." Yeah? I'm his fucking HOUSEMATE. I've seen what he has pinned up in his room, but you know what? You're both idiots, and I'm not dignifying either of you with an argument over this. So I'm going to spend the next ten minutes in the kitchen taking deep breaths and trying to remove my nails from the palms of my hands. kthx.

This is the last time I work with either of these people, so help me.

My Worst Nightmare

Theorytime.

I think being sick instantly halves your age.

For example: I am watching Tarzan, and just ordered Lady and the Tramp and Beauty and the Beast. I think that will just leave Sword in the Stone before I finally feel my Disney collection is complete.

::EDIT TWO MOVIES LATER::
Took my temperature. It's higher than my normal; on a given day I usually run about 97.4. Today I'm actually at 98.6, which makes me think I may be on the verge of a full-blown fever.

Also really tired. Napped from 4-6, then again from 8-10, then at ten I went back to bed until 8 this morning. And yet, time to nap again. Hopefully that will help me make it through work.

This is me blaming you again, Mike.

This house will make me a better Buddhist. Yes, let's treat it as a learning experience. I must develop compassion and understanding for those of humankind not born with enough brain cells to walk them across the street.

*deep breath*

I'm sure there is a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why I found my modem completely unhooked today. That's right. I walk into the living room and find it unplugged from the cable, the power, and the ethernet, just sitting there on the floor. The cable hasn't been put back into the TV, and nothing else has been changed.

Unfortunately, I possess the power of thought, and thus cannot FATHOM why this was done, no matter how hard I try. So I'll just have to feel compassion for them. Which I do. I mean really: HOW DO YOU SLUTS EVEN MANAGE TO FIND YOUR ASSES WITH YOUR HANDS, YOUR BOYFRIEND'S HANDS, A FLASHLIGHT, AND LUBE?

I am a bad person. And there is rage.

My first Oceanography exam is today.

There's a lot of stuff to know. I can't believe we covered all this in two weeks' time.

My head feels like it is going to burst. Time to play some Katamari Damacy before I go face my fate.


::EDIT AFTER EXAM:: Well, that went refreshingly well. I'm going to nap in an attempt to start preparing my sleep schedule for my next set of Grave shifts.

So I walk into my bathroom to rinse out my cup, and all the drawers are open, and my stuff has been rearranged. NO ONE ELSE IS CURRENTLY USING THAT BATHROOM.

Everyone in this house deserves to die.

I hate you, Europe.

The Ancient Greeks proposed that the world was round, that humans evolved from fish, and that all life began in the oceans when Europeans were still barbarian tribes.

Today, there's still an ongoing debate about whether or not evolution is a real occurance.

Oh, Dark Ages. What the hell did you do to civilized minds?

okay, so camera phones can be occasionally useful...

...such as when you decide your friends need to get a sneak preview of the interior of the new science building. Let us off on a virtual tour of some of the oddities and wonders I came across when we decided it was time to get out of the pouring rain and have some fun.

But first! When we were locking down Thompson, we came across a rather shocking sight. Bossman Prime opened a door to our largest two-story lecture hall, pauses, and goes "Oh my fucking God." (only slightly less amusing than when Partnerman shrieked "CHRIST ON A CRUTCH!" when all five lines of our phone were ringing at him.)

I amble over. "Did they tear shit up?"
"That is a bit of an understatement."

So I enter the room. Behold.


Let's get a replay of that for the fans, shall we?

It was like the construction crew got royally pissed and started flinging the chairs at the lab bench in a rage. (Clearly I have missed my calling.) That pile is as tall as I am, dearies.

Next Bossman Prime figured out why it has been taking so long to get things moved. Apparently the crew is working with a dolly that was formed piecemeal from a seventeenth-century HANDPLOW.


Coincidence? I THINK NOT.


Nice corn pipe, by the way.

Moving on. Next I discovered why some of the biology students chose the major they did:

I honestly believe that the person responsible for that little gem would be escorted out at gunpoint if he ever stepped foot into a Humanities course.

Then we moved on into the new science building, and I started peeking around in all the labs. It's incredible. There's enough lab space in there to have a dedicated and customized lab room for each course. Even the more obscure ones, like Geochemistry. The Animal Phys lab has overhead lamps on tracks that can be moved and directed to provide ultrabright light wherever you need it on the lab bench, which I'm sure will make dissection less difficult on the eyes. Here's a shot of a basic chem lab:

It's got lovely new benches, and look at all that floorspace. We have room to move now! The ringstand poles are built-in, and the new hoods (see back) are LOVELY. I can fit in them. >> There's a ton of shelving for storage, and I believe a dedicated area for everyone to toss their backpacks.

In the human anatomy lab, we came across a lot of hanging models. There's a pun here, but I shall refrain (OR DID I?).

That's Partnerman and Bossman Extreme, by the way.

Here is the spiral staircase that resides in the main entrance of Harned hall. It's, erm...a suspension staircase, and it gives me terrible vertigo.

That disc at the bottom is where the three-story pendulum will be centered. It's so large it takes 16 seconds to do a full "tick."

Hanging in the atrium from the roof is our whale skeleton. My chem lab partner actually hung that himself. How, I wonder to this day, but there it is. You can see the cables for the staircase, too.


In closing, I should like to leave you with two pictures that cause me to question the sanity of every member of the Biology Department.

The label says "200 Proof EtOh- For gun." And it's sitting next to a scanning electron microscope image of a spider's anus and spinnarets.


Those doors are made of wood. Behind it is a two-gallon jug of every common alcohol used in Organic Chemistry.

And there we have it.

Well, I didn't fail anything. I probably shouldn't be a Bio Major, but I didn't fail anything.

Juxtaposition

You curse like a sailor, assume the worst of all of our students (often with good reason), hate everything about the new science building with a bone-aching passion, and generally carry yourself with an angry and slightly bad attitude.

And yet you perform catch and releases on the office spiders while talking to them sweetly and go out of your way to feed the library cat.

You, bossman, are a fascinating person.

Dear Mr. Swimmer Man:

I understand that you are thankful we came to let you into the pool. However, the glint in your eyes, the smirk on your face, and the fact that you looked me over before saying so makes me think you meant that on a much more personal level.

You think a female security officer is hot, hm? Try me, bitch. I'll make you cry in a way that was never meant to be sexy.

I never thought cats would be the enemy...

Until my housemates let a stray in last night. This morning I left the room to brush my teeth, came back, and caught it fucking with my rat. Just cleaned rat's cage, so he had no place to run and hide, which left him catatonic in fear for the next five minutes. Unmoving. Even whiskers entirely still. I gave the poor guy a hug and nudged him into a cereal box, so he hid in there until I left.

I booted the cat back out the door and told him quite sternly that if he ever came near S.T. again I was going to kick him.

Then I kinda petted him and fled. >> He had a bum foot, so it was impossible to keep my hatred pure.

Now I am sitting in the SUB listening to some old guy make fun of classical Italian music while doing a sound check. Yes, that requires singing in a drunken falsetto. It is going to be an odd day.

Close your eyes. It will all be over soon, I promise.

Every day that goes by brings me another reason to destroy my housemates. Luckily, all the ones on my list are moving out within the week, so hopefully the ones that replace them will be sane (like me >>). None of them know the girls who are moving in, so that's a hopeful sign.

But:
1) If you wash your clothes at 9AM, and dry them at 10, and then dry them again at 7PM, and then LEAVE THEM THERE, I will remove all your nasty-ass thongs and dry my own clothes because I actually have work in the morning. When you're sharing a house with people, GET A MOVE ON THE DAMNED LAUNDRY. And how DARE you own Superman briefs? You are not cool enough by far. - -;

2) If you tell me the internet is good until the 26th, and someone magically shows up on the 19th to disconnect it, thus leaving me without internet until the following Wednesday, I will craft a voodoo doll of you and boil it with lobsters.

3) Comcast: Fuck you and your $99 service fee. Fuck you hard. And while we're at it, fuck you for making it to where if anyone in the house wants cable it has to be in my name, too. I don't trust anyone else in this house with the brain cells it would require to hand me the money.

In other news, I start my first set of day shifts today. Whee! At least I'll be out of the house for most of the next four days.

Coincidence! I think not?

Hypothetical person writes long boring thesis, computer commits suicide.

I work on chem paper, computer commits suicide.

It's all my fault!

I just slept for sixteen hours.

It was AMAZING. I feel so AWAKE.

My back is killing me, too, but that can be fixed through stretching. Apparently I was so tired I did not MOVE.

Settled in.

Well, I've got all the furniture arranged. I still need to buy sheets and a mattress pad, put up posters, and drag my games, DVDs, and books from the attic, but everything else is all set.

I appear to be the cleanest person in this house. Then again, it could be because I plan on spending all of my time when I'm here in my room with the door closed, so I need all the happy space I can get.

Dumb bitch who I took the room from left used Q-tips all over the floor. It may have made me snap. Was in a bad mood for a lot of my work shift, though that was due in part to the bossman I've never really worked with thinking I'm lazy.

Okay. Let's discuss this.
1) This is my fourth graveyard shift in a row. I have classes, too. I may have mentioned that. I think it's on the whiteboard, too. And I just moved out of one house and into another when I wasn't working. In the past five days I have gotten 15 hours of sleep, and I just so happen to be recovering from a knee injury. Today my calves are so sore from all the walking, lifting, and the complete lack of downtime that I cannot even straighten my legs completely. So, when you walk into the room and see me sitting on the floor, that is me stretching so I can go out and do another patrol. Stop fucking radioing me location checks. I do, in fact, leave the base. And stop it with the "you should look over bla bla bla when you're taking a break." I know you won't believe this, but I've already read everything you're suggesting. Hence the sitting and watching Partnerman dispatch. That's next on the things I need to learn. So stop distracting me.

2) Yes, I know the basics of locking and unlocking. Me not getting the right keypost to lock down a doorhandle in Jones on the first try is not a sign of a low IQ. Every doorhandle in this building has a different size key that works it, and you can't tell which one is which by the size of the hole. Telling me I should "mark the one I usually use with whiteout" is not going to solve a goddamn thing; that building requires FIVE.

3) Yes, I know which key opens this building. It's an academic building, and they all have the same master. See this keyring? It has ten keys. I had to inventory it this morning. They're all the same color, so I'm only going to know which one it is if I look at its fucking label. So stop repeating "It's Key X! X!" every time I pick up the ring. This is your fucking building to unlock, anyway. Hop to it and show me how it's done, Sifu.

4) OF COURSE I KNOW WHERE SUB001 IS. It's the fucking student building. Now I know this is shocking, since I'm taking summer classes, have purple hair, and am doing a work study, but I'm a student. I also have eyes. They stared daggers at your left ear all morning, remember? All of this points to me having gained this oh-so esoteric and mystical knowledge by the end of my second year. Uh-huh, yes, it's in the basement. I understand how door numbers work. I can even tell you in Spanish if you'd like. So can it. I walk down the fucking steps. It's not like it's the fifth brick from the stain that looks like baby Jesus, stroke it lightly and say "reveal thy secrets" while standing on my left leg and playing God Save the Queen through the stereo system at full blast. In German. Were that the case, no one would ever ask us for admits.

5) Oh, look at that. It's 5:45. It's been lovely, but it's time for me to go do my unlocks. Wait. What? Why am I going that way? Because it's the closest door to the outside. Why are you looking at me like that? Unlike you, I'm not a lazy fuck.

o.o I know you did not just order me to cut through the building to get to the one I need to unlock. Why does it matter? What do you think I'm going to do, sneak back to base and have a lie down? Okay, fine. What the fuck ever. There's a really bitchy blog post with your name on it, bub.

I love most everyone else there, tho. They like that I remember things after being told once and am not afraid to ask questions or be on my own. I also get along with them all. I don't feel like I know everything; I know there's a TON to memorize, but I have what I've been shown down pretty well. Outside of that, yes, feel free to walk me through it. I encourage you. In fact, I welcome it. But if you ASSUME that I am an incompetant moron and don't give me the chance to prove to you I am in fact the opposite, I am going to become cold and snippy.

On a more fun note, remember that TA from freshman year I hate lots and lots and lots? Well, he's the leader of a frat here. And last night someone drove by and threw a beer bottle through the window of his hall. So he spent the last night he was in the dorm, and on the campus, as well, dealing with us and running around cursing like the pissy little bitch he is. "This is the LAST fuckin thing I need right now!"

I may or may not have gotten a sickening sort of satisfaction out of it.

I just almost fell asleep in the SUB.

Stupid fucking twat. I'm doing you a motherfucking favor by helping you get out of your lease early. The least you can do is let my exhausted ass into my own room and stop whining that I put my bookshelf in your more than adequately sized kitchen. Had I known you were going to extend my consciousnesstime by this long, I would have left the damn thing on your goddamn bed as a pre-emptive and silent fuck you.

Last week you told me 12:15 was when we'd meet. I get an e-mail today saying "oh, between 1 and 1:30."

I WILL END YOU.

::EDIT:: She called at 2.

Last Words

Blogging from the SUB, since I technically don't have a home right now. About to head off to Oceanography, and am trying to caffeinate. Shift went well. I actually got to unlock buildings and patrol on my own today. Also did a lot of knitting. A lot. Of knitting.

Body seems to be falling apart. Fingers won't type, feet hate me, eyes hate me, and I have hat-bang. Not hat hair. Hat BANG. - -; Knee decided to swell halfway through the shift and was incredibly painful, so I was forced to resort to The Exercise Designed By A Sadistic Legless Man to make it all better. That's the one where you hold your kneecap down, flex your quad, and then let your kneecap go and feel it pop up like a spring. Well, it should. Sometimes it grinds like a screen door. That's a sign of the bad, in case you didn't know.

I spent 1/8 of my shift (how precise!) looking for my checkbook so I could write a rent check later. It was slightly less than amusing. Next up I have to buy a notebook, head to finaid place to finalize stuff for classes, go to class, pay rent, get key, start moving in, go to doctor, come back, keep moving in, fall asleep, and then head back into work at midnight.

Whee.

Oh! Sarah and Maddo, you'll be jealous. I spent about 45 minutes exploring the new wing of the science building tonight. It is most excellent. It feels a little imposing and enclosed, which surprised me because from the outside it seems like mostly glass. >> The new lab rooms are HUGE, and the benches have footrests. I may have danced. Some of the hallway signs remind me of being in an airport, though. I kept expecting some Hispanic woman to go "Attention in the terminal! Plane is now departing Cadaver Lab C. Passenger Williams, please report immediately or you will be left behind."

10 hours of sleep in 4 days=eyes burny head hurty

Well, I'm technically checked out of the house, so after I get all my stuff outta here tomorrow I...will be gone. Yes, it is these kinds of thoughts that betray how fried my brain is. In 12 hours I will be in the middle of my first class. I pity the professor already.

In the past two days I have learned more about this school than I was aware there was to know. For example, there is a tunnel over on Greek Row that leads to an underground cafeteria. It used to be for the Greeks only, but about 1o years ago they closed it to "promote campus unity." My thoughts? Give them their fucking cafeteria back. I'm sick of dealing with them in the SUB.

Also, half the freshman class is on academic probation this semester. Yes, 50%. That is an all-time high of any class since this university opened in 1888. (Can I call it, or what?) I'm hoping that most of them end up dropping out so I don't have to deal with so much STUPID in my future classes. From what I hear, unfortunately, the new incoming freshmen aren't much better.

If your love were taken from me,
Every color would be black and white.
It would be as flat as the world before Columbus.
That's the day that I lose half my sight...


If your life were taken from me,
All the trees would freeze in this cold ground.
It would be as cool as the world before Columbus.
Sail to the edge and I'd be there...looking down.

Those men who lust for land,
and for riches strange and new,
love those trinkets they desire,
but they never will have you.
They will never know the gold
Or the copper in your hair.
How could they with your worth so rare?

If your love were taken from me,
Every light that's bright would soon go dim.
It would be as dark as the world before Columbus.
Down the waterfall, and I'd swim over the brim.

Ooops.

So, my first work shift actually starts tonight at midnight and goes until noon.

I woke up at 7AM and have been testing and packing all day.

There's a reason this job pays almost $12 an hour. Tonight, that shall be my mantra.

I joined Aum to develop my powers of levitation, but all I got was a stupid gas bombing

Baron: so, disgruntled japanese youths joining Aum. what caused that?
Prince Abubu: economic boom.
Prince Abubu: general postmodernist worldview, really.
Baron: economic boom = "man this is all a load of crap?"
Prince Abubu: Well, more of a "holy crap, we're all materialistic, look at all this money! why are my kids so upset? I'll buy them a new toy!"
Kids: "The world is rotting. Look at all the crime and pollution. Fuck money, I'm gonna get me a religion."
Japan: "welp, we have lots of those, thanks to this handy allied constitution!"
Aum: "Want to levitate?"
Kids: "WAI!"

::EDIT::
Yes, that is the actual title of my term paper.

Sweet revenge.

Well, my Chem final is in 30 minutes. I've done all the studying I can, so I went ahead and donated the book I hate more to a library in Ethiopia. That's right, motherfucker. You're going to a better place.

I think I'll do okay on the final. I have two hours, so I'll take it slow, and make sure I really think about the problems. The good news is I know all the stuff I didn't get at all, so hopefully between that and the stuff I remember partly I'll be fine. I don't care, though. Once that exam is over, I am never looking at chem again. No sir. I am heading to the SUB, selling my books, picking up my brand spanking new cell phone, and heading to the library to write a paper that is due tomorrow at six. Oh, and I have a meeting with the security people from four till five.

I'm gonna buy an italian soda and then go chill until the test.

STOP.

FINALTIME!

After this, I'd say blogging in the library is the lesser of two evils...

Maddo and I are having a conversation, rife with mutual bitching about our finals, moving out, biased novel sources, etc. Suddenly, I snap.

Prince Abubu: agh! ACCIO SATURDAY.
Maddo: accio brain?
Prince Abubu: ACCIO MADDO.
Maddo: aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

After she types this, I look up just in time to see her ROLLING SIDEWAYS along the desk at me, arms outstretched, with a look of pure horror on her face. Upon arrival at my cubicle, she bursts into hysterical laughter and falls over.

Thank God for small favors

Before I headed off to PT today, I had to stop and get gas. I remember being slighly disgusted that I was HAPPY the price was below $3.10 per gallon. I sit there for a while and decide I might as well just fill the tank, since I'd probably need it for moving.

So I swipe my card, get everything going, and lean against the car, enjoying the sun. Ten point four gallons later, I'm ready to go. Guy at next pump looks up, grins at me painedly, and goes "So, how much for a full tank?"
"Um...thirty-two."
"Yeahhhhhhhh."

Thank you, Fam and Unc, for buying me a car with a ten-gallon tank that gets 35 per. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I don't think you knew what you were doing when you didn't stick me with the Durango and tell me to suck it up.

At least living on campus means I go through a tank of gas once a month, if that. I just remember being able to fill up for $11 in high school.

My title may say the future doesn't scare me at all, but every time I pay for gas I admit to feeling like The End Is Nigh.

ARGH

My stupid Modern Japanese Lit paper makes me want to choke on my raspberry italian soda.

::EDIT::
Five minutes later I have an epiphany. I am so many sorts of awesome all rolled up into one. And currently raspberry cream-flavored. Even better!

*dreads Wednesday*

FINALS SCHEDULE

FL 320A	MODERN JAPN LIT	Tue, May 09, 2006	4:00pm - 6:00pm	JO211
CHEM111A	FUND CHEM II	Wed, May 10, 2006	12:00pm - 2:00pm	TH228
ASIA344A	ASIA IN MOTION	Thu, May 11, 2006	4:00pm - 6:00pm	WY301
BIOL212A	CELL BIOLOGY	Fri, May 12, 2006	8:00am - 10:00am	TH222

For Maddo:

Daryl laughed so hard he cried. Now it's your turn.

Oh, CLEVER.

Wren and the Amazing Technicolor Bathroom(s)

So, I redyed my hair again. I don't think people know just what an intricate process this is, so I'm going to make a little guide, and then show what happens when you get careless.

If you want to do the job right, you need the following for hair dying purposes:
1) At least two colors of dye. If you're only using one, don't even bother.
2) Toothbrush for roots and small patches of hair.
3) Comb for general dying.
4) Hair ties, barettes, bobby pins, clippies, if your hair is long and/or unruly.
5) Saran wrap/aluminum foil to keep dyed portions seperate (Needed if your hair is going to end up like this: see the bits of purple and red all over? Yeaaaahh...that was tonight. PAIN IN THE ASS.)

If you want to keep dye off things that are not your hair, stock your arsenal with:
1) latex/vinyl gloves.
2) trash bags that have been cut open to form tarps. (So this does not occur: Yeaaah, I've been scrubbing that for a while.)
3) black towels to keep dye off your neck.
4) nail polish removerfor small spots on surfaces.
5) astringent/toner for spots on skin.
6) Coment/Ajax. Nothing else works on sinks.
7) Scrubbie brush.
8) Large sink for rinsing. (DO NOT USE THE SHOWER. >.<)
9) Vaseline. Lots of vaseline. To cover your ears, neck, and hairline. Otherwise you will end up matching your hair for a very long time.

Be prepared to spend ten minutes setting up, 45 minutes dyeing if your hair is as long as mine, and about an hour cleaning up if you're an utter fucking MORON.

レンは テークノホアー です。

Oh, IME editor. I have no use for you now that I am no longer taking Japanese. But it's true! Wren IS a techno whore.

I ordered my new phone today! Thar she blows. (If you want to know far, far too much about it, click here for a five or six page review.) It has way too many features, but it was the smallest and most sleek looking of all the phones I was looking at, so I decided I'd give in and enter the ranks of those camera-phone bearing freaks of the world. It DOES have picture caller ID, tho, which I have a feeling I shall abuse for no short span of time to come.

It's Bluetooth capable, so I went ahead and got a headset. I talk a lot in the car and when typing, so I'll definitely put it to good use. Plus, it and the phone have rebates, so it's not like I'm really spending much money.

Ack, time to go order a replacement charger for this laptop. Now that Daryl's comp is fixed, my charger only works on it half the time.

Thank God my job is starting soon. I can finally fix all the little things that have been going wrong. Too bad first paycheck is going to OMG BILLZ.

::EDIT::
My God, what have I done?

I am now officially gainfully employed.

Le Grand Retour

My freckles are coming back! This is what happens after I get an hour of sun four days in a row. Once they've taken over my face they'll start to conquer their neighbors and form freakles. This, my dears, is only the beginning.

They always come out first on my forehead, but soon my nose and cheeks will freckle a lot, too. Next come the shoulders, then the arms, then the legs, then the stomach, and so on. I'm hoping to do a lot of outdoors stuff this summer, so chances are I am going to be nigh unrecognizable come fall. I'm very lucky that I freckle and tan, considering how pale I am.



My other goals for the summer consist of starting a tie collection and buying an ultralight laptop. Papoose is going to be delegated to Downstairs Comic House Computer, since I'll also be getting a desktop. Computer overload? Most likely. Do I care?

Hell no. I named my iPod "Chew Toy," you know. I adore electronics.

What happens when our professor mentions offhand that only freaks take his class.

FINALS WEEK: THE LIBRARY- The ultimate in reality progamming

Maddo and I took over a corner of the mezzanine in the Library today. I relocated an armchair into a corner with some Beethoven sheet music, stole a chair to use as a desk, wrapped myself in a blanket, and settled in. Maddo took over the end of the nook I was blocking and propped her laptop on top of a convenient stepstool

What follows are snippets of the conversations we had via wireless internet while writing our papers. I'm sorry, guys. This is what happens when you all bitch I don't blog enough.


Maddo: ex-boyfriend just IMed me. we haven't spoken in like five years
Prince Abubu: KILL HIM
Prince Abubu: (Sorry, instinct.)
Maddo: he's just rambling about how busy his life is
Maddo: which isn't exactly what i want to hear while i'm working on a paper
Prince Abubu: OMG, SEAN, IS TAT U?
Maddo: lol
Prince Abubu: you should have had an away message up
Maddo: "how's life" "busy" "just school" "yeah, a lot of school" "well i know how you feel. i work like 90 hours a week on the set of LOST" "...cool"
Prince Abubu: ...yes, he knows exactly how you feel. What the FUCK.
Maddo: yes. personally i think writing a final english paper is harder than working on a tv set
Maddo: but hey, that's just me, talking about some guy who didn't go to college 'cause i'm a snob
Prince Abubu: OMG 90 hours a week. DUDE, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO SHOWER AND I BET YOU DO.
Maddo: precisely
Prince Abubu: SMELL MY HAIR, BITCH. THAT IS THE SMELL OF FINALS. AND NO SHAMPOO.
Prince Abubu: AND CApS LOCK
Prince Abubu: >>
Prince Abubu: =X
Maddo: your P is small
Prince Abubu: HOW DARE YOU
Prince Abubu: I Am NOT COMpENSATING
Maddo: vagina (What she was referencing.)

Maddo: i hunger. do we have any foods at home?
Prince Abubu: ....=/
Prince Abubu: Let's go get some ramen from the cellar. My treat?
Maddo: you are such a big spender, sugar-mommy ;)
Prince Abubu: =_= starve, bruja.
Prince Abubu: I actually mean cup of noodle. And I just totally typed needle.
Maddo: mmmm cup of needles
Prince Abubu: just for you.
Prince Abubu: FOR YOOOOOOUUU. (For reference, click here.)
Maddo: all the rage in suicide instant lunch
Prince Abubu: Quite.
Maddo: massochistic nourishment
Prince Abubu: oh, yes. Every bite, it thrills. And also bleeds.

We're going to bed now.