Why Yesterday Sucked: a long and likely esoteric essay

I have lived through days that were determined to suck before, but yesterday was the first time I felt the full force of the cosmos align and zoom at my face, claws extended, cackling like an insane witch on acid and a shiny new broomstick.

It started when I walked into Cell Bio. I was joking around and fake yelling at John for wearing a beanie when I had just given him my old hair glue and dyed his mohawk a beautiful and shocking shade of blue when I hear Das Uberbittchen say "Wren, good to see you awake!" I finish my sentence to John, wonder quietly to myself exactly when I became the star for the National Lampoon's-style sequel to Groundhog Day, and turn to reply to her. I was going to be polite, but something in me snapped when I heard her say to one of her friends "Wow, she NEVER hears me! Tee hee!"

My eyes narrow and become angry, so the rest of my face naturally follows ("I've seen your eyes try to kill people, Wren."- My chem lab partner. But I get ahead of myself.) She sees me, and begins to turn pale as she feels me hate at her with every cell in my exhausted little body. "Will you stop saying that to me?" It was not a request.

"...B-but I've only said it TWICE!"
"And it wasn't funny then, which magically makes it less funny upon repetition." With that, I storm to my seat and start a second day of notes on enzymes out with the phrase "STAB. FUCKING STAB STAB STAB."

After that, however, the day seemed like it was going to improve. Cell Bio was uneventful, lunch wasn't bad, and chem class was more review of stuff that had been pounded into my head Freshman year. So I figured I'd breeze through Chem lab, come home early, and work on my MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF HOMEWORK.

Okay, in all honesty, assuming that was probably my first mistake, but that doesn't make Chem Lab any less hellish in reality. It just means it was EVEN WORSE in the confines of my head.

It sounded like it was going to be fun. It was an acid-base titration lab which used common household products as the analyte, and it seemed pretty laid back...even, dare I say, interesting. (Which should have been my second clue. Ah, hindsight.) This was also the first year anyone had ever done or taught the lab.

Here's where the Chem jargon comes in, so bear with me: We had been told in class that we were supposed to use just enough analyte to get an equivalence point between 20-40mL of titrant. Under no circumstances were we to use more than 50mL of titrant because he didn't want us to have to refill our burets in the middle of the experiment. Unfortunately, he knows both my lab partner and I have taken the chemistry class that is ENTIRELY TITRATIONS. When it all started, though, we assumed we'd be operating under the same set of rules.

We chose two products to analyze: Coke and Tide. We've been told that if we dilute ~25mL of Coke to 50mL with DI water we'll get the equivalence point where we need it. Aaaand, we don't. We get one at 10mL. So we call over the professor. "Huh. He says. Okay, you need to use less. Try ~5mL." It never occured to us that he was going to be dead fucking wrong, so we remade out solution, reboiled some more Coke, and did the titration again.

And got an equivalence point at ~3mL. =_=;

So we tell the prof, and he says "Why didn't you tell me I was wrong?" "Because I assumed I could trust you, Nesh." So we do the titration yet again with straight ~50mL of Coke. By then, the first hour of lab has gone by, and we're getting a little stressed. This time, we get an equivalence point at ~10mL, so Nesh decides that no one is allowed to use Coke for titrations and tells us to start new with something else. Which means that we have just completely wasted our first hour of lab and have two hours to basically start from scratch.

At this point, the bitter internal monologue kicks in, and I start wanting to ask why not only were the recommended values useless, but was there an analyte that was impossible to titrate under the required conditions in lab AT ALL? I mean, seriously. If you're making a new lab, shouldn't you test it out before letting the students dive on in?

So we move on and titrate vinegar, which luckily happens uneventfully. At this point, it is four o' clock, and we have 50 minutes left in lab. We should be done, but because of the Coke fiasco we have to analyze one more product. So we take the recommended value of Tide, mix it into the DI water, and let it heat and be all stirred so everything mixes up properly. I'm sure you can imagine that it takes time to prepare the solution.

So it gets done, we run a test, and get an equivalence point at 45mL. The recommended amount of Tide was wrong again. So we had to mix up another solution using .50 grams less than previously, let it cook, and try again. At this point my eyes start trying to kill people for the second time that day, and I am so angry that my chemistry goggles keep FOGGING. Luckily, we get an equivalence point at 30mL this time, so we set up for our careful titration. It's 4:30, but we figure we'll be out right at the end of lab, no problem.

Well, we run the titration and get a short, but shallow equivalence point at 30mL. Nesh sees it and goes "No, no, you need to keep titrating. I want to see the pH down around 2." At this point, the pH is about 11, we're stuck in a buffer zone, and we have...5mL of titrant left to dispense?

"Refill your buret and keep going." My lab partner and I want to DIE, because it is now 4:45, and we should be cleaning up. But we do as he says and keep titrating, but the solution is EVIL. Finally, at 5:10 we have finished up the titration. There are no fewer than THREE equivalence points and we have used 100mL of titrant, and the pH is still above 2. Our graph looks like hell because every time we dispense some HCl, the pH of the solution will drop, and then spend the next 30 seconds to a minute slowly rising again. Unfortunately, we have to wait until the pH has stabilized to proceed, so we're stuck sitting there, STARING AT IT WITH HATE.

"I want to DIE," I muttered at one point, curled into a fetal position on the lab bench, goggles fogged, 400mL beaker of .10M HCl dangerously close, staring at the slowly rising pH on the computer screen.

"Why?" says my chem professor. I try not to fling the HCl at him-- or worse, cry. To him, what we were going through was oh so very fascinating, but all I could think about was why didn't you idiots test this shit out beforehand?!"

He finally lets us clean up, and before we go, he asks us about what we analyzed and takes notes. So we tell him that not only were the initial values we needed to make the Coke solution absolutely WRONG, but that it was also completely useless in the experiment. "We won't be using that again, then." Oh, and the Tide? The initial value was .50 grams too high, and there are three equivalence points, only one of which happens between the 20-40mL mark. You have to refill the buret to complete it. He writes on the chalkboard "3 eq pts?". "What, do you not trust our work," I ask? "No, it's just that I don't want to get yelled at if someone else does it and doesn't get three."

Oh, so it's just that you don't trust our work. Okay.

Then, as we're leaving, he says "I know you guys didn't want to stay late, but just think: You've made sure that this will go so much more smoothly for the other labs."

I am ashamed to say that hearing that made me even more angry.

So I went home, collapsed, and ended up playing KOTOR for three hours instead of doing homework. I woke up early today to get it done, and I'm skipping chem class to eat pizza and blog this.

And that, boys and girls, is the backstory to explain how it was even POSSIBLE for me to come up with "Darth Brooks."

I am a genius.

1. "Darth Brooks."

2. "I'm bilingual. Heavy on the bi, light on the lingual."

It's been a long day.

Angry Wrens

I think we are the only school in the NATION to not have President's Day off.

*gumbles and goes back to working on her paper*

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Angry Animals

I was having problems falling asleep last night, and so found myself idly thinking what animals people I know resemble when they are angry. I finally fell asleep and forgot about it until this morning, when I walked into Cell Bio. An old hallmate of mine is in the class, much to my dismay, because early in my freshman year she decided I was weird and has since been an utter bitch to me. I don't really appreciate the way she acts like I'm going to do a trick every time I see her, either, so I can say the sentiment is mutual. - -;

Today, after hauling my arse through the wind and the cold (I want you to imagine the coldest gale-force winds you can and send them off the ocean at ME. THROUGH THE TREES, MOTHERFUCKERS.) Yes, as I was saying, wind and cold, I walk into Cell Bio, head for my desk, and hear Das Uberbittchen say "Wren, good to see you awake." In this voice. - -;

I learned something about myself at that moment. There are some people with whom I can have no sense of humor. Had anyone else said that to me, I wouldn't have cared, but she is not my friend, and thus had no right. Also, she wasn't being funny. It was malicious. Bitch, I don't need you to point out that I missed three classes because I have sleeping problems, now do I?

So I muster the most insencere voice possible and reply "Oh, ha."

And then the memories from last night came flooding back, so without futher ado, here's a list of angry animals and their people:

ME: Oppossum
When I get angry, my first instinct is to look as threatening as possible, and I also get prickly. Not literal prickles, but they're certainly there if you know the signs. If you've ever seen an opossum get angry, they open their mouths, hunch up, and become double row of TEETH. They hope that if they look scary enough the source of the anger will go away and leave them in peace. That's me to a T. I'm pretty sure I've bared my teeth a few times, too. >>;

HIMI: Owl
When Himi gets miffed, he hunches his eyebrows down over his eyes and scrunches up. With his hair, it makes him look ruffled, and so he reminds me of an owl. The owls I used to work with did that all the time and you wanted to pet them, but you know it will just make them more offended because they want to be taken SERIOUSLY, DAMNIT. And so he's an owl. Anna was an owl, too. I never expected to meet two owl people. I mean, do you know how hard it is to channel a pissed off, fluffy bird of prey?

SARAH: Cat
When cats get annoyed by something, they leave and deal with it alone. That's like Sarah. She will avoid a situation once it has made her angry and go off on her own until she has recovered. Very quiet rage. She doesn't sulk as well as cats do, though. Which is a good thing. ^^;

DARYL: Dog
He gets loud and angry and lets everyone know about it. Oh yes. Woof.

MADDO: Rat
Rats get angry defensively. Every little bone in their body radiates rage, but they won't do anything retaliatory unless they're provoked. They're very quiet about it, but also very intense.

MATT: ...
Matt's angry is sad. I do not think I have ever seen him angry once in the entire time I have known him. Which is actually very humbling...

Slowest week EVER

At least all I have to do tonight is chemistry homework. A lot of chemistry homework. A ton of chemistry homework. All the chemistry homework I didn't have time to do for the past three days due to Biology.

A also think I may have failed that frigging exam. I couldn't answer 2 questions at all, so that's 7pts off right there. I'll blame my being sick so much and not miss any more classes in chem or bio and see if that helps, because I was certainly busting my ASS doing the work for both those classes. And I have nothing to show for it. Fucktastic.

My zafu and zabuton have shipped, at least. So come Monday I'll have a couple of nice cushions on which to rest my arse.

Mmmmm, arse.

Happy Valentine's Day Massacre Anniversary!

Today I learned that people showing up unannounced at my house with lavender roses and dark chocolate make me a very, very embarassed Wren.

It was a nice break. I've been doing biology nonstop for most of the day. Tomorrow I get up at 8, study for my Bio exam until 1 when I go to Bio lab, then do lab, then study for exam from 4-6 over dinner, and then take exam till 8, and then DIE. And by die, I mean do the homework I need to do for Thursday...

I am also out of yarn, so may or may not be going through knitting withdrawals. MY SCARF IS SO AWESOME. It channels essence of teddy bear and leaves you WARM AND FUZZY.

Chicken Scratch

"Wren- you have r well focused response to the yenderic project afof Orrentaic Love, w/ y mun number if interesting questines. All you needed was just r bit more ckiity in following though w/ P. questions you rise. (Esk in the 2nd 1/2 of the 1st pgph.) These were the more control questions 1) was this knowledge purely instruentil? 2) is there a real ubsoluse difference, N s the absoluteness R fabriztition of ossenRlisn?"

TRANSLATION: I got an A- on my paper, and I have no idea why.

Good Deed for the Day.

So I get woken up at 6:45 AM today by a phone call from a number I don't recognize. I didn't answer it and went back to bed because it was from the same area code as Fam and Unc, so I figured it was one of them forgetting that I'm two hours behind them (yet again). I checked my messages later, and it turned out to be a wrong number. Unfortunately, it was a rather important message. The caller was someone from the Holiday Inn HR department. She was trying to reach a woman about a job, and was telling her how she should go ahead and fax in her resume so they could get started on the rest of the hiring process...

So I called back and explained what had happened to the HR lady. I wasn't about to just ignore it and possibly deprive someone of a job through no fault of their own.

The woman was estactic about it, too: "Oh my, you are so kind! Thank you so much! You are so kind!"

I hate talking to strangers on the phone, but for this...I really didn't have a choice.

Blue

Today was a very busy, exhausting day, but it was a lot of fun. I cooked dinner for the house and three guests and then we made the mistake of watching Vanilla Sky. @.@ Good movie, wrong time of day.

My housies got me a nice hand mixer and a set of mixing bowls. This thrills me to no end because now I can bake without killing my forearms/running out of bowls. They were afraid Himi would make them look bad with what he got me, but that was certainly not the case. Like I told my roomie, I'll be able to use this stuff for years and years, and it makes doing something I love a lot easier. Also, ceramic mixing bowls with non-slip grips=OMG LOVE. I have almost dropped mixing bowls so many times.

And here is where blogger deleted half my post. I am too tired to rewrite it, tho. So I'll report the rest later.

Time to collapse into bed so I can study for my chem exam tomorrow. Thank you to everyone who gave me a call or IMed me today. (Even if half of you WERE calling me an old biddy.)

NOTE TO SELF: Tomorrow, post pics of monster purse. It is more awesome than I can say. I have dubbed him "What's-his-face." You shall see why. XP*

o.O;

How can an "interest meeting" be MANDATORY?

My first chem exam is Thursday.

I was worried about it until he told us the keys to last year's exams are up on Blackboard. I go to check them out. They run about 6-8 multi-step problems, very simple, and the quiz I took last week and got a B on was two of the problems direct from the old exam...

So now I'm less stressed about the amount of time I need to spend studying on my birthday for this exam.

*force dances*

Got a big plan, his mindset, maybe it's right
In the right place and right time, maybe tonight?
In a whisper or handshake, sending the sign,
Wanna make out and kiss hard...wait, nevermind.

Late night in passing, mention it flip,
To her best friend. It's no thing, maybe a slip.
But the slip turns to terror and the crush to light,
When she walked in he froze up, leave it to fright.
It's cute in a way, till you cannot speak
and you leave to have a cigarette, and knees get weak.
Escape was just a nod and a casual wave.
Obsess about it heavy for the next two days.
It's only just a crush, it will go away.
It's just like all the others, it'll go away.
Or maybe this is dangerous and he just don't know,
You pray it all away but it continues to grow...

I want to hold you close,
Skin pressed against me tight.
Lie still, close your eyes girl.
So lovely, it feels so right.
I want to hold you close,
Soft breasts, beating heart,
As I whisper in your ear:
"I want to fucking tear you apart."

Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it'd pass.
And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance.
Her hand brushed up against his. She left it there.
She told him how she felt, and then they locked in a stare.
They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do?
Because there's always repercussions when you're dating in school.
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass,
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last...
Either way, he wanted her, and this was bad.
Wanted to do things to her, it was making him crazy.
Now a little crush turned into a like,
and now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her:

"I want to hold you close,
Skin pressed against me tight.
Lie still, close your eyes girl.
So lovely, it feels so right.
I want to hold you close,
Soft breasts, beating heart,
As I whisper in your ear:
'I want to fucking tear you apart.'"

I want to hold you close,
Skin pressed against me tight.
Lie still, close your eyes girl.
So lovely, it feels so right.
I want to hold you close,
Soft breasts, beating heart,
As I whisper in your ear:
"I want to fucking tear you apart."

I also used to crochet and do needlepoint. XP*

Matt taught me how to knit-pearl stitch last night, so this morning I'm working on making a new hammock for the rat for my first knitting project. Maddo and Trevor walk in, and the following conversation ensues:

*me, knitting and humming to music at the dining room table*
Trevor: "Donnie Darko music? What a grim setting!"
Me: *chuckles*
Trevor: "You're sitting in the dark, listening to Donnie Darko, and....knitting? You are going to be the best creepy old lady EVER."
Me: "Exactly, which is why I am practicing now."
Maddo: >.<;
Me: ^^;

Worst bruise ever.

Weekend of Doom Post the Second: Fondue!

For Christmas my family gave me a nice red cast-iron fondue pot, so I got the opportunity to test it out and make a cheese fondue for dinner Sunday night. I don't know about everyone else, but I had a blast. I love cooking good food and sitting down with everyone and talking and eating and being relaxed because we didn't have to brave the icy winds of Hell to get food for once.

Going to the Melting Pot so many times has made me learn the finer points of fondue. For one: flour your cheese, because it keeps it from getting stringy. For another? Sharp cheeses+strong alcohol= SO MUCH <3. And I really do think the fondue turned out well. I was quite proud. Trevor helped me prepare it, actually, which was really surprising. He shredded a huge block of cheese and we joked around and had a lot of fun. I got to use both my knives, and let me tell you...that may have been the highlight of my night. The 8" cutter made cutting everything quick, easy, and tidy. We won't talk about how I was prevented from accidentally removing my uterus by my bondage belt (go go metal rings of deflection +5!). And the cleaver didn't so much cut the chicken as it did SURPRISE it into cubes. I served celery, broccoli, green apples, chicken, and french bread with a lime sorbet for dessert. Afterwards we all put on A New Hope and slouched around in a cheezy daze. (Except Daryl and Himi, who kept making jokes about the movie based on the first three. I swear Lucas, you managed to make the good ones SUCK by association...)

During fondue, though, I instituted a rule. When everyone sat down, I made them choose left or right. Most people chose right, so once the vote was over I told them what they had decided: If their food slipped off their fork, they had to kiss the person to their right. Ironically, I was the only person who lost any food legitimately during the evening, so Matt got a big Wren smooch to the cheek. Trevor was sitting to the left of Maddo, and made a big scene about making damn sure his food stayed on just to tease her. Then Himi started knocking people's food off intentionally and ended up having to kiss Daryl as punishment (I don't think Daryl was not red for the next hour from embarassment). Then I tossed a piece of celery into the pot as an excuse to mack on my roomie. We decided once dinner was over that the forks were too sharp to let any food fall off. It's true: they gleam with an evil, sinister light when not in use. But, it was still fun.

Daryl and I have decided to celebrate our birthdays together since his comes three days before mine. But, since we're all so busy, we probably won't have a party for another two weeks. I think I'm going to follow tradition and make it Daryl-and-Wren's-20th-Birthday-I-Hate-Valentine's-Day-Extravaganza. This has seriously been the month of breakups. All the people I know (save one) who were dating someone, and even some of the ones who were married are all split up now. So there will be a sinful chocolate fondue. And cake. And ice cream. And stuff.

It worries me that I don't mind my lack of free time. I wonder if I can keep this up all semester.

I wake up, go to class, come back, rest for an hour, eat, do homework, and go to bed. I only have time to relax on weekends, which have recently been as hectic and stressful as my weekdays, just for different reasons.

Right now I'm so worried about how much I have to get done tomorrow that I'm doing extra stuff tonight. Since when do I stay up late to do homework?

Then again, being so busy is a very good thing for me right now. I keep dreading my phone ringing because I'm afraid it will be Unc. But maybe it would upset me more if he doesn't call at all. Regardless...I really don't have anything to say to him.

I've had no will to meditate, either, which upsets me. I can feel myself getting more caught up in all the stupid things that distract me and piss me off, like the fact that I'm not meditating. Vicious cycle.

Essence of Comic House

This occured while walking back from dinner through Facilities parking lot, which is gravel, and damp due to rain.
*Daryl pokes me and Maddo*
*Maddo drops rest of Three Musketeers bar in shock*
Matt: "OOH! Holy resurrection!" *grabs it, blows on it*
Maddo: Don't eat tha-
Matt: *CHOMP*
Me: "You know, people spit on this.
Matt: *happily* "MMMHM."
Maddo: "It's like you're making out with the world!"
Matt: *choke*

Weekend of Doom Post the First: Attack Rats, Drunken Twister, and KOTOR

This weekend tried to eat me. But, since I am writing this, it is clear that I shall live to Wren another day. I am also very tired, but I think that's a given. I don't think many of us got much sleep, really.

Friday night was relatively calm. Himi came over, and we all fought over KOTOR. Sarah, Maddo, me, AND Himi have games going right now. (In fact, Sarah just yelled down the steps that even MATT has started a game...this house has been inundated by Star Wars geekery.) There was a short crisis where we thought the Xbox had overheated and the video card was EXPLODING, but it turned out to be my TV. I'm not too happy about it, since it's definitely too new to be pulling crap like this, but at least it's not the Xbox. The TV will flicker randomly, but if you switch it from AV back to TV and then back...it's fine again for hours. I was thinking I'd have to replace the TV, but if it doesn't get worse I won't bother. Also possible that it's some bizarre bleedthrough from the cable. We've had bad luck with boxes this semester.

Saturday afternoon I was attacked by S.T. Strange. I know some of you remember his earlier tendency to leap from the hands of random housemates and literally swan dive into my cleavage (9.5!!), but this is very different from a fully adult rat aiming for your FACE. Allow me to qualify this statement. Recently he has discovered that he can leap from the couch to the floor without killing himself. Unfortunately, he's a very big wuss, so he prefers to jump onto something that's not the floor. He's also learned that humans make very safe ramps down to the Carpet Wonderland.

So there I am, sitting about two feet from the arm of the couch, watching the rat run along the edge of the armrest trying to find a safe way to the floor. He stares at me, shifts back and forth like a cat, and then keeps running back and forth some more. I'm laughing at how cute he is when all of a sudden he LAUNCHES himself at my face. Time slowed down enough for the image of him flying through the air at me, fur puffed out, claws outstretched to gain purchase on me to be forever burned into my brain. Gravity takes over, and instead of landing on my face a la an Aliens movie, he channels Wolverine and latches onto my forearm, swinging around it to land safely. He's absolutely terrified from his mini-adventure, so I laugh and try to calm him down. My arm starts stinging, so I inspect it...

...There is blood oozing from no fewer than six cuts. The smallest two are an inch long, and the larger ones are paired and are about three inches long. Two of them actually criss-cross. I have no idea what the little bastard did to make such beautiful patterns, but my arm has been covered by Batman bandaids since then. It's actually kind of stylish if I don't think about how many people think I'm a cutter. =X

Then, on Saturday night we played Drunken Twister. At this point, most of us weren't actually drunk, but we'd all had two or three drinks, and that definitely made it interesting. I didn't drink much at all that night anyway, but Matt, Sarah, Trevor, and John certainly did. After Himi sees that I've posted these pics, he'll probably wish he'd had more than he did so he'd have an excuse for that pose.

All the pics of me ended up terribly blurry, but the boys seemed to get lucky (or unlucky) when it came to Sarah's camera.


Yes, channel that bad 80s music, Himi. XD


Butts! John, Daryl, and Himi, all just asking to be kicked. Or victimized by cameras.


Matt was booty dancing off camera. I am surprised he did not rip his jeans...


The Evil masterminds: "uh....right hand....foot...purple?"
"Purple is not an option, Daryl."
"RED! I meant RED."
No, that did not happen. But it SHOULD HAVE.


This is a good example of why I will never have children. I'd probably give birth to triplets who would act like these three for THEIR ENTIRE LIVES.


This is right after I fell over, so I figured I'd bunny ear Maddo in her moment of agony.

After Twister I stopped drinking and took a walk while Matt drank himself into oblivion with Trevor. John had a fun night between the alcohol and the porn I bought him from the porn store (no, there is no story behind this. Stop blinking like that.) I bought him a digest three-pack of erotica which I was initially going to give him in the middle of Cell Bio, but I decided not to once I opened the pack and took a look. The top digest was hetero sex...and the other two were incest mags. And they were really badly written. So now I'm even more convinced that I should publish my erotica. I mean really. How is the word "globules" sexy?

Needless to say, incest porn is a lot funnier when the two guys reading it aloud are drunk.

Trevor, apparently, was also the King of No Pants. We found this out when he left the bedroom at 3AM to go pee and announced it loudly to everyone. Sarah and I were in the hall, in a dark area where he couldn't really see us, and she didn't know he was wearing boxers. So she freaks out, sees Maddo in her room, and starts screaming "I didn't look! I didn't look!" Trevor comes back out, hears us laugh, and freezes in shock (think Kronk and his theme song.)

"I hear voices..."
"Go to bed, Trevor!"
"AAAAH!" *flee for bedroom*

Sunday gets a post to itself, otherwise there will be too much in this post. >>

My Asia in Motion Professor defies all scientific law

This guy, who I briefly mentioned looks like Alan Rickman, freaked Maddo and I out quite effectively today. Don't let that smile deceive you. This man has some sort of bizzare superpower. (Or is actually Snape.)

(pic has since been purged from the University Database. Just imagine a smiling Alan Rickman and you're FINE.)

Want to know how we know? Good, because I'm going to tell you. Take a good look at this picture.

This is Wyatt Hall. It's a three-story building with lots of pretty pretty windows. The wing jutting towards you in the pic are all teacher's offices. We were on the second floor of that building coming back from a visit with my Modern Japanese Lit professor when we see Snape head into his office. He unlocks the door, says hi, and settles down into his desk chair. We go out of the office wing, down one flight of steps, and out the double glass doors at the front of the building. As we are walking down those big cement steps in the foreground, we see Snape coming from the side path in front of the Office wing.

There are no doors on that side of the building. Or any flights of stairs. The only way for him to have gotten out there would be to have a) dove out his window, b) snuck around us while running full-tilt past us down a flight of stairs, or c) BY DEFYING THE VERY LAWS OF NATURE.

But it gets better. He starts walking down the path, just ambling along, off to get coffee or something. But within a minute he's gone farther than he should have going at that speed. It's like he was bending the world to suit his evil purpose. Soon, he was out of sight completely.

So yes. DO NOT BE DECEIVED BY THAT SMILE.

Homework

W: "Let's freak each other out by doing nothing!"
S: "Okay!"
W: *stares*
S: *stares*
W: ...
S: ...
S: "I think it's working..."
W: "Yes, yes it is."

Telemarketing Joy

This happened a while back, but I remembered it, and thought it was amusing, and figured I'd share. (Have a few ill-placed commas!)

Now, if a telemarketer is calling my cell-phone, I figure it's free game on whether or not I am being nice. Especially if they are calling me at 7:30 AM or right before I need to head out to take a Biology exam. Or, in the case of this one, when they simply will not shut up.

W: *ring* Hello?
T: Ms. Wren?
W: Yes, speaking.
T: Hi, I'm from *bla*, and we're calling to inform you that you're eligible for *coupons and gift certificates* for gas, groceries, and all this other stuff you don't need. All we need is your authorization to charge your credit card for shipping.
W: *warning bells* Oh, thanks, but I'm not interested, and I'm also on my way to an exam...
T: Ms Wren, we're offering you hundreds of dollars in savings from places like *insert big companies here.*
W: That's nice, but I'm really not interested, and I wouldn't use them.
T: Are you telling me that you don't shop at *insert company names here*?
W: Not really, no.
T: With all due respect, Ms. Wren, where DO you shop, then?
W: I'm in college. I don't. *click*

I feel no remorse, anyway, because I am quite positive she was a scammer.

New Semester Breakdown

I don't think I'll have to drop a class this semester. XD Here's what I have, and what I expect.

Cell Biology- Missed the first day of class today because I am sick, but I think it will be interesting and very hard. I really do prefer big biology. The labs are long, and supposedly hard, but also fun, and I've heard good things about the Prof. I think I can get a B if I apply myself. Not going to kill myself trying for an A, tho.

Fundamental Chemistry II Unless there is no God, I should have no problems with this. I've taken the harder version of the class, anyway, and have the notes. Just need to make sure not to slack off. Think I can get a B, which shows how confident I am, cuz normally in Chem I HOPE for a C.

Modern Japanese Literature- A small class of eight kids, mostly seniors, and the kid from my Japanese class who used to stare at me all hour. Spent all hour staring at me again in class, wanted to wave or say hi. Was just like old times. *rolls eyes* Professor is awesome, class looks interesting but time consuming. Not reading any Murakami, but I'll get over it. Pretty sure I can get an A.

Asia in Motion- Professor is a tall, short-haired Alan Rickman look-alike with a cheerful voice which makes the mean words he says seem less mean. Obsessed with 1" margins, adamant about class participation. "Rarely gives out As." So I'll get a B, then. XP* He seems like he could be a nice guy who just wants to sound scary, but I'm terrified that there's a good chance he is, in fact, evil like Snape.

January hates me

Come down sick the first day of classes, fight it off all day, then spend the night curled in a ball on the bathroom floor between dry heaving sessions when your immune system finally gives up that night? Oh, sure. I've already been sick, manic, and burdened with insomnia this month. Let's make me sick AND dip me into a depression cycle when I no longer have the time to deal with it!

A text message this morning brightened my day and brought me back steady for a while, but last night was hard. Tonight is doubly so, but at least with a stomach as rebellious as mine I can't really think for more than five minutes at a time.

My mom and my grandmother died in January. Sometimes I wonder if me getting so sick and so prone to swings this month is some sort of subconscious response. Then again, if I'm wondering... chances are I'm right.

Urk, time to go prove that it is still impossible to keep any meds down. At least I only have one class tomorrow, even though I'm not even sure I can make it at this point.

Missing the first day of Cell Bio. Fucking A.

NOTE TO SELF:

buy contact lenses.

why won't you play nice!

Past two days, have been unable to stay asleep, wake up at 6AM, finally go back to sleep at 7AM, and then *BANG*-- will keep on sleeping INDEFINITELY until someone/something wakes me up.

WHAT DID I DO?

So, it is now 7:37 AM. At 8AM I plan on sleeping until 1 or 2, packing my stuff, and then...who the fuck knows. Will I even be SANE by the time classes start?

Oh, right.

Well, I figured out why I haven't been able to sleep.

I'm manic. >.<

I can't believe it took me three frigging days to realize this. I can usually tell right away. Then again, it's manifesting rather subtly this time. I cannot stop PLANNING. Or messing with my clothes. Usually I do something much more active, like obsessively exercise or clean or write or reorganize.

...Then again, I have made my workouts a lot harder than usual the last two days. Maybe I just need to pay more attention to what the hell I'm doing.

I hope it's not getting worse as I get older. I really hate medicine, and so far I've been able to manage my swings myself. I'd like for that to not change.

Don't be surprised if I crash in the next two days, guys. It's how it usually works when I get insomnia this badly.

Sleep Deprivation+ Old Clothing+ Digicam= Post I'll Likely Regret Upon Awakening

So today I was looking through the clothes I left here when I went to Uni and I realized I have the SCARIEST CLOSET EVER. Want proof? Here are some pics, presented in order from least to most scary. At least I sized them smaller than I usually do.

First of all, least scary. I know you've all seen a modest pic of me in this, but I own a corset. WHY? Well, I know why. It was for part of an old Halloween costume, and I can make it look pretty classy, so I kept it around. But still. When you leave for Uni you can come back and go "Oooooh yeaaaaaah!" And then kinda wonder why.

*image deleted because people freaked out. - -;*


Second, we have a little vinyl number that I was told to never post a full pic of me in or people would die. So here's enough to give you an idea of the sheer SCARY. Yes, this is a nurse's outfit. Also bought for Halloween, but never worn for reasons of...I can't sit down in it without something to cover my legs, we'll just leave it at that.


Third most terrifying is this shirt. I think I wore it to a concert once. You have to peel yourself out of it like a banana and the necklace that holds the shirt up wasn't made very well. But...it cost $3. So it can basically do whatever it wants so long as it stays on and looks scary.



What could beat that shirt and be the scariest thing in my wardrobe? THIS, MOTHERFUCKERS.


And if you don't understand why "ICP" is scary, you need to click here right now. XD
(*sighs* I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no, I am not naked in that picture.)

I'm not even fucking dating you...

...which is why you've had the opportunity to stand me up four times. Because trust me, if I could break up with you, I would. I might frigging try, anyway.

I went to bed at 8AM, bitch. 8 fucking AM. And dragged my ass out of bed at 10:30 so I could shower, become presentable, and drive to pick you up. As I am heading out the door, I check my phone, which is what I should have done before even BOTHERING, because I know better than to trust anything we plan out is actually going to happen at this point. There's a text message from 1:30 AM.

"Agh, I just went to bed. Have to cancel."

FUCK YOU. And if you call me, prepare to face my exhausted rage, you fucking selfish bitch, because I was already angry at you. Now I'm pretty sure I fucking hate you and the air you breathe. So please. Stay asleep and don't even bother. You see me for like one week out of the entire year. How hard would it have been? Not worth the effort, evidently, which is why I feel dumb for even waking up.

I can't even go back to bed now or my sleep schedule will be even more fucked. So now I have to sit around the house trying to find a way to stay awake that doesn't involve raging.

You've gotta do the cooking by the book!

I am never letting that scary little girl in my kitchen.

This link is for Sarah.

Anyone else who clicks it will explode in fear and confusion.

A.A. hates me by now.

So, today I canceled a plane flight for the second time. American Airlines hates me by now, I'm sure.

I'll be staying in Saint Louis for the rest of break. I'll still be back at Uni on the 14th to get settled in and ready for next semester.

And the semester is officially over.

Grades are in. This is the first semester at Uni I can look at and not be ashamed of, even though I only took three classes.

Asian Art: I got an A- for sitting in that class with my head down and my headphones on drawing the Prince of All Cosmos. And occasionally turning in seven page papers on mandalas. I consider this like...the free cookie at the grocery store.

Ecology: I got a B-, which is actually slightly surprising, because I was pretty sure I was sitting on a solid C. I guess me busting my ass mid-semester to try to fix my grade paid off pretty well.

Japanese Religion: A-. I'm happy, because I wasn't sure if I'd earned an A or gotten a B+.

So yeah, overall this helped my GPA. Soon it will also be respectable. Frigging freshman year. >>

My quote of the day

Wren: "You mention sex more than a porn star at a job interview."

An observation from the Tea Way

"...[The] three most deplorable things in the world: The spoiling of fine youths through false education, the degradation of fine paintings through vulgar admiration, and the utter waste of fine tea through incompetent manipulation."

-Lichihlai

Motivation comes in stages

Working on a new AMV. Perhaps I should first finish the other one, but.

Let's bring in the New Year!

I didn't drink. There is no reason why I should have been woken up by how sick I felt at 5AM. There is no reason why I finally threw up 45 minutes later.

Now everything I drink tastes like liquid saccharine.

I'm afraid to go back to bed.

::EDIT 4PM::
Well, hopefully spending the first day of 2006 sick in bed just means I'll be healthier for the rest of it. It hasn't been too bad, tho; in times like these, having a laptop is almost as awesome as having 7-Up.

New Year's Resolutions

I didn't make any last year, which might be why I didn't seem to accomplish much of anything last year, either. So this year...I've made two:

1) Only eat meat once a day. Two reasons for this one, one of them being religious. I just don't feel right eating meat, but I can't become a vegetarian yet because I'm still learning to like veggies. Second, if I'm only eating it once a day, I'll make sure it's pretty damn good, so I'll enjoy it more. (It's the little things. XP*)

2) Rejoin a sangha. I obviously can't attend my old one in Missouri, now can I? I've found one in Olympia and two in Seattle I'm looking into. So either expect me to be out late Wednesdays/Thursdays or up early on Saturdays. Or two of the three. I know, me up early on a Saturday is whoa crazy, but raa.

Tying into that is picking my meditation back up. This may come as a surprise to my Uni people, who had no idea I was ever in the habit at all. Just get used to me spending quality time with my wall. Feel free to flop down with me. It's a great destresser, and I've been told I'm a good teacher.

Which reminds me. I set up another blog about all the Buddhist stuff to keep it neatly organized and separate from my everyday crap. If you're interested, scroll down to below the archives and click the circle (Maddo at least should know what that is. XP*)

Ah, Saint Louis, how you sicken me.

Woke up feeling yucky today, but went shopping anyway in the hopes that activity would make me feel better. Unfortunately, it didn't, so I'm going to spend my evening in bed/asleep.

I got some fun things today, tho. I got myself a cleaver, which I have been lusting after for years now, and a very nice 8" slicing knife. Also got a yummy Thai cookbook.

Now if only I didn't feel like crap so I could make some of those yummy looking noodle dishes. D=

Maybe the spice would help. Good thing Rose and I plan on eating Thai food tomorrow. If it turns out that she gave me her strep, I am going to be less than happy.

I haven't had to stifle this much laughter since my high school graduation...

Okay, so here's my "O.o;" moment of the day. And I can say that after the thread this morning, the sensation of having 75% of my face numbed, and my dream about Gautama Buddha and the Dalai Lama having a conversation (I need to rethink my pre-nap reading material.) I can only hope that my storytelling ability in my current sickened state will be good enough to properly convey the "O.o" of this event. (If I can do it with Ape Man, I think I can do it here.)

So the entire family decides to go eat chinese food tonight. We've been going to this one restaurant for years, so the people there know us by name, and we usually have a lot of fun joking around with them. Tonight they were a little stressed out, though, because we had a group of 12. Included in this group were my uncle's sister and her boyfriend, who just got back from climbing around on Everest (I phrase it that way because he did not summit.)

Now, I personally find this man to be a bit of a pompous aribag. It was interesting to listen to him blather on about kanji and kana and how oh so very difficult it is to type in character on computers in Asian countries, despite the fact that he knows no characters, has never tried to write them, and has no idea how IME works on the computer. That was the appetizer discourse. When the main entrees came he moved on to bigger, better things...like Everest!

I managed to tune him out, since I'd heard this talk once already and was far less informed on the topic, so was feeling no righteous anger. I turn away to talk to someone for a few moments. Out of the corner of my eye I see some rustling going on, so I turn back...

On his plate is sitting a SCALE MODEL of Everest. Not made out of food. It is a real, resin-cast replica, and he is discussing his route and pointing it out with a fork.

O.o;!!!!

...

Waking up and then finding a thread on the forum comparing you to Gillian Anderson and then discussing your breasts is more than slightly creepy.

@.@;

I need to stop napping. I always end up having horrible nightmares that I can't wake up from and I spend the rest of the day just as exhausted and slightly more freaked out than I was beforehand.

*goes off to clean out the inside of the Monte Carlo* Music and mindless scrubbing should be able to relax me.

::EDIT::
I caught myself enjoying a salad again today. I can't wait for the day when that's not a mind-halting shock to my system.

Also, I have eaten no meat today. At all. This is an accomplishment of amazing proportions. And I don't feel like I'm going to go insane and bite someone's neck. I blame the salad. >>

White Joke

The extended family seems to have shopped for me exclusively at Dry Ice. So now I have a lot of flashy crap I don't want. I really wish I could get everyone to decide that quality is better then quantity and just buy one or two meaningful presents. That would mean that I got very few presents, but at least for one Christmas I could feel like these people actually knew my interests. - -;

I must sound so ungrateful, but I'm the opposite of a packrat and I hate having to find things to do with presents I will not use. Clutter drives me mad.

This cracks me up!

Okay, so I'm reading the stuff with the DVD that does the atmospheric visualization stuff.
(There's no good way to describe this, so here's a link...) It has a section on "if ___ is you color, then you are ___."

So here are my colors. I have three favorite colors, but most people think of purple first because of my hair. I can't dye my hair green because it would look moldy without bleaching, and I can't dye it blue because blue fades to grey.

"People who like green are usually down-to-earth, reliable, kind, and generous. You often have a knack for identifying and bringing out the best in people. Your concern for people is genuine and sincere."

"If blue is your color, you are trusting and trustworthy. you may sometimes feel vulnerable, as you tend to be more sensitive to others and prefer a close circle of friends. You are deeply hurt if others betray your trust."

"If you like purple, you are highly artistic, enigmatic, spiritual, and unconventional. You can be easy to live with but hard to know. You tend to protect your inner thoughts."

Okay, all opinions on whether or not they're right aside, here's what's making me laugh: HOW THE HELL DO THEY FIGURE THIS STUFF OUT?

XDXD

Merry Ungiftwrap Day

People saying "Merry Christmas" to me has been pissing me off, even though it shouldn't. Not from strangers, but from people who know that the only reasons I go through the motions of celebrating and asking for gifts is because it's less stressful for all of my family. Still, it's unfair to them, because they just want me to have a good day. I just think I'm getting touchy about it for no good reason and it will stop now. So if I seemed irritated when you said it to me, that's why, and I'm sorry; December is always a very hard month for me, and my stress can manifest in very, very stupid ways.

That being said, I've had fun so far today, despite the fact that I think I am coming down with Rose's strep. Fam and I made our family's homemade donuts for the first time since I was nine, and it was a lot of fun. MiniFam was actually cooperative and helpful. I need to have a weekend morning where I get everyone up and we have donuts at Comic House-- they're really yummy and fun and messy and they make me think of family. >>

I may or may not also be making fondues. Yep, I got a fondue pot. A really frickin' nice fondue pot. Red cast iron, and forks with wooden handles. I also got a crock pot. I'll know by the end of tonight whether or not I also got a rice cooker. Also, the Grandmother-in-Law is cleaning out her kitchen and sending me all the stuff she doesn't use anymore, so hopefully I can score more pots and pans for my kitchen.

Here's my Christmas list so far:
Books:
Blue Jean Buddha
Where Bigfoot Walks-not really about Bigfoot

Cooking:
Fondue pot
Crock Pot
Teapot w/ built-in infuser (which looks very awesome)
More kitchen knives
Kitchen Scissors

Bath:
Body wash, milk soap
Body Butter

Etc:
Tea, chai (which I don't like, unfortunately)
Tea, green (advertises itself as tea used for the Tea Ceremony, which is a big lie. It made me laugh.)
An atmosphere-creating, visualization DVD.
Beauty and the Beast DVD special edition, unfortunately currently lost in the mail, but I've been promised a copy no matter what.

I love being home because I get to have more than daily reminders of how much of a selfish asshole my uncle is.

It's great to be in such close proximity to someone who can show me exactly how I DON'T want to be when I'm 40.

Photoshop

Two new wallpapers, edited to suit my widescreen, but easy to crop if you want them for yourselves.

I claim no art responsibility.

Pillow


iRoll

Identify

So I'm not really sure what's going on with America this year. If at all possible, people seem to have become even more insane.

This is the only answer:

=/

The right side of my mouth where they drilled feels funny now. The teeth and gums are sore and my cheek is puffy...

I concede.

There are a few things that don't suck about Saint Louis. For one, Panera bread (OMGGGGG). I miss their I.C. Caramels and their bagels more than I thought I did. Also, there's this great German lady who has been working there since I was a freshman. When I went in today after my dentist's appt, she was there. While she was getting me my stuff, she gives me this intent look.
"You work at the jewelry store?"
*smile* "No, actually."
"Ah, I mistake you for someone else. But you are beautiful, and you should know that."
*surprised* "Thank you!"
People love her because she cares and somehow never gets stressed out. <3 you, Stella. <3 you like whoa, and you make the best hot cocoa ever.

I also like the dentist because they have all this fun hi-tech stuff and I get to stare at x-rays of my teeth. But today's dentist visit was rather traumatic...I'm not really sure I can explain why, but rest assured that I am thoroughly traumatized.

So I find out today that my two (yep, only two) wisdom teeth are coming in. So I have to get those extracted this summer. And, I have cavities.

This is the source of the trauma. I have never had cavities before. They are something that happen to other people. I am a dentist's wet dream; I floss, I brush all the time, I use listerine. When I go in my teeth are virtually plaque-free. My dental records glow healthily, and are covered with notes like "GOOD BRUSHER."

So how the FUCK do I get cavities, I asked?

Well, it turns out that a few of my teeth are heavily grooved, and a toothbrush can't really clean them properly. So while my good hygeine means I have an incredibly low decay rate, getting these cavities was pretty much inevitable. I literally could have done nothing.

But he says that the rest of my teeth are indestructable and that after these are filled, he doesn't think I'll have cavities ever again.

BUT STILL! I can't frigging BELIEVE that I have cavities! I really wish I could fully explain...

I think I need to go sulk in my bed for a while, which is the third thing about Saint Louis that doesn't suck. I have never slept in a more comfortable bed in my life. Just...it EATS my nerves with love. It's like being bitten by Lestat, only minues the vampirism and the Tom Cruise.

I was made to be a librarian.

Maybe I should take up teaching. I could be one of those scary dominatrix teachers and spend the rest of my life looking good in rectangular glasses. However, I'm a little young to flaunt the rectangle look, so I settled for something purple...and abnormal. Wow, this is such a huge change from my last pair of glasses.

It was really hard to narrow it down between these new frames and a set of black ones with white detailing. Both were awesome, but I decided that the black ones were a little too OMGWTFGLASSES! and not enough "oooh, pretty eyes." So, I chose the ones that wouldn't make my greens jealous. XD

Here's a final pic of me in my old Modos (which no longer seem to be sold anywhere....I wonder what's up with that):

Goodbye old, battered lenses! (Why must I always make odd faces in photos?)

And here are a few pics of my more racy new ones.

Side, with me actually smiling genuinely. Sort of. I mean, for a camera smile.

Unfortunately, I think these glasses may have a higher nerdslut quotient than my older ones did....what do we think, guys and gals? Comment away. No, really. I want to know opinions on this one.


According to my eye doctor I'll be eligible for Lasik once I turn 21. If I ever got it, I'd have to keep glasses around for show. Some outfits just need them.

The shirt is new, as well. I got two new sweaters, new towels for uni, and a new bedspread and throw for my room here today. I've been doing mad shopping.

More later as pics arrive.

It is time for their secret identity to become their only identity.

This is me. This is my uncle's hat. By our powers combined, I am....Jay? O.o;

To klept.

I have gotten into a bad habit of stealing other people's clothes/accessories and taking pictures of myself in them. So far I have pics of me in Himi's glasses (which I will not post due to excessive nerdslut content.) I'd also have a pic of me in his shades, but his head is too wide. Then there are the pics of me in Daryl's shoes...he's a size 14 men's.

But, the pictures are always amusing. For example, here is me in a pair of shades which I assume belong to Fam.

Rose is in love with this pic, and made me send her a copy. Knowing my luck, it's the one she'll show her friends when they ask what I look like. By the way, she thinks my hair is "pretty." ^^;


This is what impending doom looks like wearing really bad shades.

The most disconcerting thing about both those pictures is how my hair, lips, tongue stud, and shades all match.

OH MY GOD

FUCKING treadmill! Mother FUCKING TREADMILL. I was ASLEEP, you fuck!

A New Record

Five minutes. They managed to make me feel like hell within five minutes of me coming home. Evidently they decided to partially redecorate my room when I was gone, and they've been dying to show it to me, so when we get here, down to the basement we go! (Except for Unc, who has yet to come down from upstairs to say hi. I've been here for an hour now.)

It's not bad, really. I like the new lamps, the bedframe, and a couple of the pottery pieces. The bed is too big for the room now, but it's still not bad at all. So I can honestly tell them that I like it and that they have done well. It was an odd feeling, and I was happy that things were going smoothly.

"I'm glad you like it. We're still waiting on the thingy, tho. (They have yet to tell me what the "thingy" is except that it is a thingy and it is "kind of stairsteppy...") Do you want new bookshelves?"
"Yeah, actually, that would be nice. These are starting to look a little battered."
"Okay. We'll look into it, even though you're here for HOW many days out of the year, exactly?"
"..." I figure she's joking and that didn't mean to be bitchy, so I joke back:
"But aren't you guys planning on letting me take this stuff with you when I finally move out? You're helping to furnish my first apartment!" Har-de-har.
"No, this is going to be the guest bedroom."
"...."
"What?"
"So, basically, without even asking me about it, you're replacing my stuff with new stuff that isn't actually mine."
"Well, I don't know."
"Whatever." *walks into bathroom, shuts door.*

Five fucking minutes. Hey, do you like your new room? Great! It's actually the guest bedroom, but we're letting you use the stuff for now. She apologized for it later once what she had actually told me sank into her brain, but still. Ow. It was said, and now I really kind of hate the bedroom.

*sighs* This entire city makes me feel claustrophobic.

::AFTER DINNER EDIT::
Some jewels from Unc, since he missed out on all the fun earlier.
1) In the car. Some backstory for this is needed. When they were up in Seattle a few weekends ago, we were talking about the car situation when I came back into town. Unc told me he'd let me drive the Crossfire and teach me how to drive stick, which is something he promised since I was learning on my permit.
Fam: "So, you're teaching her how to drive stick, right?"
Unc: "Why would I do that?"
Fam: "She said you told her you would."
Unc: "Yeah. Seriously, why would I do that?"
They thought I had my iPod on. I didn't say anything, but it just reminded me how right I was when I said I was going to get what he says in writing when it was important.

And then, at dinner.
*dude recognizes Unc, walks up to table*
Unc: "Whoa, [insert name here], long time no see!"
Dude: "Hey, how are you guys?"
Unc: "Blah blah blah. Oh, this is my wife, Fam, and our daughter, Minifam."
Dude: *looks at me...then keeps talking to Unc*
Me: "...- -;"

I was going to hang out with Rose, but I am tired and in no mood. So I'm going to go to bed and when I wake up, hopefully I'll exist again. >.<;

ZOMBIE WREN!

The night before travel is always the worst for me. I can never sleep.

At least once I get back to Saint Louis I can collapse in bed until I hang out with Rose at about midnight.

Must not forget to turn down thermostat. I hope I read this before I shut off my computer tomorrow.

I shall be famous!

I have figured out why Biology exams are so hard.

You're taking them in a different frigging language. Scientists do not speak English. Instead of "space to move in" you have to say things like "vacant niche in which an invasive species can establish."

Things in Biology don't "thrive" or "flourish" because those words don't mean anything quantitavely.

So yeah, you're not just learning new concepts, you're learning a new language. No wonder I had to frigging drop Japanese and Spanish.

*Goes off to be bitter before her exam*

Spike may LOOK like Billy Idol, but they are obviously not really the same man for one very big reason.

This is hot.

Unfortunately, this is not.

Two sleepy people should not talk.

Himi: I need sleep, as I'm going to try to get up early and live life like a normal stereotypical person should =b
Wren: Sleep well, catch you later. I'll be up in five hours. ><;
Himi: ouch =p I'll be snoozin, and hopefully waking up in 8, at like, 7 =b
Wren: *cries* so mean to me.
Himi: =(
Himi: /comfort
Wren: AAAH
Himi: /hug
Himi: /sleep
Wren: >>;
Wren: nite.
Himi: =)
Himi: /wave
Wren: to to bed. XP*
Wren: go*
Himi: go to to?
Wren: *sighs* you're breaking my sanity and now I can't type. XP*
Himi: breaking? damn, I didn't succeed last trip?
Wren: no, you did not.
Himi: well, it'll just have to be better luch nexct timae
Wren: ....that was some mad typage.
Wren: did you use your face?
Wren: or did your GORILLA HANDS just do their good work again? >>
Wren: *hides*
Himi: it was annother ploy in which to bring question to your mind as to that which makes the semblance of sanity prevalent in the core of your being as a rational person
Wren: okay. so it was your face.
Wren: by the way, photoshop froze when I was trying to edit blue into one of your pics today. XD
Himi: god never meant for unnatural color to added to the full silky tresses that adorn the crown of my being
Wren: ...weren't you going to bed and stuff, Fabio?
Himi: did I say golden tresses? NO! THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH!!!!
Wren: @.@:
Wren: *hides behind the couch*
Himi: OUCH!!! A SEAGULL!!!!! WHERE'D THAT COME FROM!!!!
Himi: MY FACE!!! AAAAAGGGGHHHH
Himi: get me the finest plastic surgeon on earth!!! NOW!
Wren: .....you left your fingers on when you were thinking again, didn't you?
Himi: great, now all I'm good for is crappy I can't believe it's not butter comercials, so much for my shining career as a sex icon, my hair has failed me once again
Wren: *blinkblink*
Wren: I asked for this somehow. I'm sure of it. Now I just need to figure out how so I can NEVER DO IT AGAIN.

This, and this.

::EDIT::
The worst thing about keeping this blog means I never write in my actual journal anymore, so I just end up brooding about things. This isn't a journal--this is entertainment. Entertainment doesn't help you figure out your problems or find ways to deal with your stress.

Over Winter Break I shall get back into the habit. I think it will be good for me.

I really need to start sitting zazen again, too. I wish there were a sangha nearby.

The Weekend

It was like my graduation party all over again. I am in so much pain today. Here is why:

1) My left hip hurts from wrestling.
2) My arms are a network of fingerprint bruises.
3) Back, as usual.
4) Shoulders, as usual.
5) Wrists, from wrestling, backrub, and cookie making.
6) Damaged dignity.

I get no respect, man.

Eri: Ah. You need to stop getting pinned, you know
Wren: I TRY. I was holding my own until he dislocated my hip
Eri: That doesn't sound very pleasant
Wren: It wasn't.
Wren: he's laughing about it, too. =_=;
Eri: Destroy him for his insolence
Wren: okay.
Wren: I think he likes you, because he read this and now he's laughing even harder.
Wren: I've lost all faith that I have ever successfully pinned a single guy. I think they all let me win. This thought shakes me to the core. =(
Eri: Then you must follow the path of Jean-Claude Van Damme. In every movie, he starts off as a formidable opponent, like you are, but not formidable enough. So for a half hour, he goes into extreme training with some wise old sage from a far east country. At the end of this half hour, he now has the power to roundhouse kick the world to death. You must attain this power and regain your confidence.
Wren: ....did you just fucking compare me to Jean-Claude?!

He's not a tame lion.

There are no words for how good Narnia made me feel. I spent half the movie crying in joy, and the other half on the edge of my seat. It was just like I imagined it when I was little and reading it.

The other movies need to come out NOW.

The chains have been broken.

My paper is done. And by that I mean that I am done with it. Heh. So after that and the presentation, I am officially done with caterpillars. Well, except for the seven busily pupating in the living room, but I don't have to DO anything to them anymore except feed them whenever.

So there it is if you want to know what I put myself through for the past few days/need a sleep aid.

*goes off to revel in the novel experience of needing to do nothing*

Target gummy dogs are the best fucking thing EVER

On candystripe legs the spider man comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun.
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead,
Looking for the victim shivering in bed.
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom, and suddenly
a movement in the corner of the room!
and there is nothing I can do when I realize with fright
that the spider man is having me for dinner tonight.

Quietly he laughs, and shaking his head creeps
Closer now, closer to the foot of the bed.
And softer than shadow and quicker than flies
his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes.
"Be still, be calm, be quiet now, my precious boy.
Don’t struggle like that or I will only love you more,
For it’s much too late to get away or turn on the light!
The spider man is having you for dinner tonight."

And I feel like I’m being eaten by a thousand million shivering furry holes
and I know that in the morning I will wake up in the shivering cold
And the spider man is always hungry...

A Smattering of Quotes of the Week for your Delectation and Discernment

1) Sarah: "Are dildos swift?"
Context will not make this any less weird.

2) Wren: "I don't drink after I have alcohol."
Sarah: "Oh reaaaally."
I meant to say drive.

3) The Campus Newspaper: "Come to Robot House for pie?"
Yeah, that was it. We don't know, actually. Was there pie? Is there still pie? It is a mystery.


~Also, the most recent Narnia trailer is making me cry like a little girl in joy. We're (read: Comic House and Himi) gonna go see it on opening night. And I am going to squeal and devour popcorn as I watch my childhood render itself on the big screen. Luckily for me, Himi seems to be just as insane about this as I am, so we can always sit by each other and act ridiculously happy while the other four pretend we don't exist.

I must survive until Friday. Ecology, please don't kill me, okay? =(

I present to you Maddo's birthday cake! (I did not make this. Matt made it. It is all-natural, 100% LOVE.

As you may be able to guess, we had no cake pans. That is a round pie pan and a square brownie pan expertly covered in icing to appear to have a uniform shape. We also had no birthday candles or icing to write with.

It was seriously the best cake ever. XD Thanks for baking it, Matt. I didn't have the time because of ecology.

Photo Shoot the Second (click for large)

I redid my hair again and managed not to get dye everywhere this time. Here are a few pics I took to show how cool it looks. The Burgandy I dyed over the purple with kind of fused with it, so in some lights my hair is really dark, and in others really bright.

For example, here's how it looks when it's dark.


But if I move over by the window the red shows through more (and my freckles don't get washed out by the flash.)


Here's a close-up of my hair so you can really see what I mean.


The shirt I'm wearing is new. It's this one from over and Queen of Wands. I love it because it is purple and very subtle.

Wow. So good it hurt.

I just finished this, and just wow. I love Murakami more than ever.

The caterpillars are home.

I carried their tank back through the snow and kept them alive with my purple fuzzy blanket.



Maddo took this pic. She calls it "Why Wren should never be a mother." Yes, the brown tank has the babies in them. Sarah. What were all their names? Fillorkadork, Biff, Dildo, Tulip, Sunshine, Dad, spunky, Toodle? Wait, those are eight names. There are seven caterpillars. Spunky died, then.

Snow.

The great thing about going to school here is all the people who have never seen snow. Maddo has seen it, but on the way to lunch she asked "where is all the water coming from?" It was so cute.

There are also a ton of freshman Hawaiians taking pictures and freaking out.

And it's just now starting to stick, so hopefully there will be no classes tomorrow. I like snow for the snow days, baby.

Okay, and it makes tea taste better.

Happiness is just a word to me, and it might have meant a thing or two if I had known the difference

Time to blog about something that happened to me this weekend. I wanted to wait until the more stress-happy of my friends had heard about it from me so I didn't freak anyone out. So now I'm left to talk about it in all the scary, graphic detail I want. Ready? Of course not.

I had the worst nosebleed of my life this weekend. Now, let me stress that means I'm really saying something here. The school nurse knew me by the end of the first year because of my nosebleeds. I would have to spend thirty minutes in her office at least once a month trying to get the bleeding to stop. Doctors told me my sophomore year that my nose was broken and never properly reset when I was littler, and that's what's causing the problem. So needless to say I'm used to it.

But not this. I was walking into the bathroom when out of the corner of my eye I saw a splotch of blood on the floor. I bring my hand up to my face and pull it back covered in blood. So I head for the tissues and pinch my nose to apply pressure to the veins.

It doesn't work. The blood isn't dripping from my nose like I'm used to. It is FLOWING. It's soaking through the tissues almost as fast as I can replace them, and it is also running down the back of my throat. That unpleasant experience has happened before, as well, but not like this.

I felt like I was choking. My blood was running down hot and thick, irritating my throat and actually making it difficult to breathe. I started to cough, and of course ended up coughing up the blood, which meant that I now had to hold tissues to my hands and mouth. I'm not sure how I can stress how unsettling it is to cough up your own blood. Your mouth is telling you you've eaten iron, and your body is telling you that something is fundamentally wrong. I kept flashing back to all the movies featuring people who were dying of tuberculosis. But unlike Satine and Doc Holliday, I was coughing up blood that was coming directly from my veins, not from diseased lung tissue. Oddly enough, that makes it seem a little more nasty to me.

The blood was also pooling in my stomach, making me feel incredibly sick.

Thirty minutes later I have finally brought everything under control. I wash off my nose, lips, hands, and brush my teeth. The toothpaste I spat out was red for a very long time.

Finally I disenfected the bathroom. After that, I passed out on the bed and slept for the night. It took a few minutes to get comfortable, because my stomach was killing me and there was still a slight trickle running down my throat that was unnerving enough to keep me awake for a while.

That is the most scared I have been in a long time.

Thanks for what? o.O;

From a people perspective, this holiday has been hell (alliteration for the win). My grandfather sent me a ridiculous e-mail, like he usually does. Fam called and got pissed because I was in a bad mood because three of the four caterpillars in our hot treatment have disappeared completely. So yeah, pissy mood.

But dinner? Whole other story, yo. I cooked it myself: Breast of duck marinated in pepper ginger sauce and then cooked covered in shredded pineapple to make it spicy-sweet and tender, too. Served on a bed of white rice with bamboo shoots, baby corn, and tofu (which I should have cooked with the duck, because this time it tasted like corn. Must pay more attention to the peer pressure tofu undergos, since it seems to be very sensitive.) Green grapes, ceaser salad, green tea, champagne, and a cream soda float for dessert. All eaten off my antique red plates and my silver, and in the case of the tea, my Bavarian china.

Who fucking needs cranberry sauce?

"Driving on I-5 is like some sort of bizarre game of Tetris..."

Matt's plane was canceled, so I had to go get him. The title is all I feel like saying about it except one word: "FOG."

He filled my gas tank for me, tho, which made me happy. It was very nice. ^^;

Oh my god, I don't have to wake up tomorrow.

Hey Maddo, YOUR MOM!

So I've gotten into this bad habit of making Maddo the butt of a string of your mom jokes. It started at dinner about a month ago, when we were discussing the childish trivia on the back of one of our milk cartons.
Maddo: "What does it say?"
Me: "Which is bigger? A. a tennis court, B. a football field, or C. your mom?"

There was rage.

Since then it has gone downhill. Two nights ago, driving down the highway towards a theme park, we see a sign telling what exit to take to get there. "Hey Maddo, your mom is coming up on the right!"

Then, just now, as I am trying to finish a sentence in my paper: "so the uniqueness is meant to accentuate the importance of....uh..."
Maddo: "Your mom."

We need a dose of maturity. >>;

I liiiiiive!

C7, the escape artist caterpillar of doom, is alive and eating once again. To celebrate this, we have given him a name: Fillorkadork.

He's probably still doomed just for having that for a name, but oh well.

I seem to not have blogged about him, so here is his backstory as told to various other people through e-mails:
Today we discovered that caterpillars who have eaten all the leaves of their host plants will travel great lengths to find new food....surprisingly great lengths. Sarah and I went into lab and discovered that our caterpillar called C7 was missing...and wasn't in with any of the other caterpillars, or in the glass aquarium we had the pots in....oh no. It had, in less than 12 hours, crawled out of its cup, up the side of the aquarium, off the aquarium, and along the counter into the corner. >.<; It's alive, for now, but we're wondering if it actually DID leave to find more food, because now every time we put it on a new plant it climbs down the stem and makes a beeline for the edge of the cup... Yep. C7 is a prime example of natural selection doing its thing. I expect when we go into lab tomorrow it will be dead. We've covered all the cups with perforated Saran Wrap, but who knows- that might not stop C7 in its bid for freedom.

When we left the lab that night, C7 was barely alive, in the corner of its cup, curled in a ball. We came back the next day, and it was in the same spot, not moving. Sarah poked it and it moved, so we figured we'd wait another day.

Today we go in? C7 is alive and devouring the plant once more. So now we are left wondering exactly what drove it to act so odd...

Current Theories Include
1) Fillorkadork is stupid. End of story.
2) Wanderlust hit a little too early and he went off to explore the vastness of the world around him. Unfortunately, he also forgot to pack a lunch.
3) He felt that he was trapped and decided to perform a jailbreak. The two days of not eating once he returned were a protest against our evil regime.
4) He thought he was getting too fat and decided to go for a dayhike and then practice short-term anorexia.
5) Some idiot in the lab moved him as a prank, and it took two days for him to recover from the stress.
6) He was a martyr for the cause of his brethren and risked his life to contact the resistance.
7) He was parasitized by something that altered his behavior. If a wasp hatches instead of a caterpillar once he pupates, we will know the truth.
8) He is the only fucking Brassica caterpillar to not like Brassica plants.

More weird little associations I have:

A continuation of this post from way back when. Though I talk to almost none of those people now.

I have a bad association with almost the entire Police: The Singles album. (And not just because of my taste in music, so stop all jokes about them now.)

Roxanne reminds me of my mom because she'd listen to it all the time for reasons I didn't understand then and now hope I still don't.

Can't Stand Losing You because I was told my ex listened to it on repeat when we broke up. He's still among the living, in case you're worried.

Don't Stand So Close to Me because I've had a couple creepy professors.

Every Little Thing She Does is Magic because too many people I don't like anymore told me it reminded them of me. I need new traits, evidently.

Every Breath You Take because it reminds me of when I was 12 and the times I've been stalked.

King of Pain because it's my ex's theme song.

You know...the Police are actually pretty creepy...

*giggles*

It's like all those times Fam woke me up after work by doing dishes at 4 AM...

Ah, the false sense of responsibility

What have I done in the past two days?
1) Selected classes for next semester
2) Gotten approved for a second credit card to use for gas so I can continue building good credit.
3) Filled out a job application so I can work next semester if I get hired and get some spending money again.

I'm bored and need a job again. Been too long since I felt like I was doing something worthwhile. Will also need the extra money for my cosplay, anyway.

LMAO

So I just received an e-mail from my Asian Art professor inviting me to "join the Chinese Opera." He meant "attend."

Also, "elonjugate" is not a word, no matter what he might say.

This is the most exhausted I have been in a long time

Himi, dahling, I love you, but I am never getting three hours of sleep again because we stayed up too late talking with Maddo. I did well on my quiz, tho, and that's all that matters.

I have messed up my shoulder royally by wrenching it. Now the muscle is horribly knotted, and I have been in pain all weeked. Sarah keeps accidentally hurting it, too.

You only hurt the ones you love, eh? Hon, I'm flattered, but I wouldn't mind a little recovery time in between maimings.

I'm going to be in bed before nine for the first time in....at least a year, maybe two. MMM, impressive.

This week is going to be busy. >.<;

Where have I been? こたえ は ひみつ です。

This weekend Comic House invited Himi down to hang out with us for Saturday. He was supposed to go home that night, but I assume he's been having fun because he is still here. I'll be taking him home after classes tomorrow.

He's fun to play against in Tekken 4 because he was just as rusty as I was, so it was a challenge for us to defeat each other. But in Soul Caliber II he OWNS MY ASS.

Worst moment of SCII? He chose Voldo, so I grabbed Ivy, because you HAVE to have them fight each other. It's just what you do. I have no idea how to play Ivy, and spent two rounds trying to get her to do her whippy sword thingy. I give up, switch to someone else, he pulls up Ivy...

me: "No! You're going to eat me."
Himi: "I don't even know how to play her!"
me: "Okay...."
*battle begins. FIRST FUCKING MOVE HE DOES? The whippy sword thingy.*

I may have exploded in rage. >>

Rain isn't supposed to sound crystalline...

Today was interesting...in Ecology class, I had the surreal experience of getting up in front of everyone and getting candy hurled at me by a girl in bad shoes to demonstrate the Target Hypothesis for the Equilibium Theory of Island Biogeography. And roomie yelling "no, more!" when they wanted to conclude the demonstration.

Yeah, 40 people watch some chick throw food at me today. No wonder I feel odd.

I have found a good way to be less bored in Asian Art. I pick a mood or a theme and then shuffle around on my iPod and mix song lyrics together to make a poem about it. It's fun, and just as cheesy as it sounds.

Half of the larvae we need have hatched. Hopefully more will have by Monday.

Stockroom Idiot: The Bitchening

Some of you know that meeting with my Professor was over the Stockroom Idiot. Oh yes. She complained to my professor that I was "pushy." I'm sure you can imagine my opinion of this.

She's totally right. Me, trying to save 60 butterflies and an experiment and my GRADE when my eggs come in three days early is probably pushy. But pushy with REASON.

The Professor doesn't blame me at all, she just wanted me to know. She told the Stockroom Idiot that I'm just "straightforward" and that I don't mean anything by it. I decided it would be best not to tell my professor that I feel the Stockroom Idiot is a complete waste of oxygen.

But, on good faith, I decided I'd try to be a little more nice. I do have to deal with this woman for two more years, after all.

This is where it gets good.

I saw her in the hall two days ago, and we made eye contact. I took my headphones out of my ears so I could hear, smiled, and said "hey!"

She stares at me unblinkingly until it gets a little awkward, then turns and simply walks. the. fuck. away.

I don't think the issue is on my end, boys and girls. What adult acts this immature?

Oh wait. But still, what adult SHOULD?

...exactly.

Tonight is the night I decide whether or not I like Chevelle.

I cannot type.:

Eriatarka: We're a very commotionable people.
Caffy: cumbustible? ^^
Caffy: shit!!
Caffy: com.
Caffy: busti.
Caffy: ble.
Vass: ...
* Caffy dies.
kyhmtsune: cumbustible. I like that. ^_^
* Caffy has quit (Quit: )
* Eriatarka resurrects the Caffy, rank 4!
* Now talking in #en
* ChanServ sets mode: +o Caffy
* Caffy laughs in shame.

Taken from the forum

Because it relates to courses I'm taking and is important to me personally, I have copy-pasted it here.

Misusing the word "Zen" has been a pet peeve of mine for a long time. Zen is a word used to describe a branch of Mahayana Buddhism that began in China (there called Cha'n) and then was brought over to Japan by Eisai, where it took root and developed into three distinct sects. Zen has nothing to do with, and in fact frowns upon, commercialism. Why? Because one of the main truths of all branches of Buddhism is that desire causes suffering, and buying things you want is -definitely- giving in to desire.

That being said, Zen is NOT:
1) A type of cereal. Trademarked. I don't fucking care if it tastes "Zensational." How can you even have "optimum Zen?" Zen is not a QUANTITY or daily value.
2) A scent of candle and/or decoration style.
3) A flavor of tea. (Though it is fantastic, saying that it is an "enlightening blend" is utter BULLSHIT.)
4) A specific shade of gray that a camera can come in.
5) A book that is a blatant rip-off of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
6) A synonym for "relaxing" or "peaceful" or "soothing."

However, here is what it can be:
1) Associated with the Tea Ceremony.
2) Associated with calligraphy and paintings occuring in the Kamakura Period or which follow that style.
3) A type of garden occuring outside a Zen Buddhist Temple, in which you can generally perform walking meditition. (Not this.)

Basically, any of the arts or practices that have grown up around Zen as a religion can be called Zen. None of the items on the not list have any sort of basis in the religion at all beyond some cliched Western view of the principles of Zen. *breathes deeply* And I am done.

I am blogging this from the safety of my fort

Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce my headphones. They may need quite a bit of explanation.



They are a $50 Sony silicon ear-bud (in my size!!!) noise-canceling little number I bought last semester to replace the iPod built-in headphones that I had dyed and destroyed. As you can see, they have fared about as well as their predecessors. The covering for the wires has long since disentigrated, they are many lovely shades of purple, and there are bits of tape clinging to what remains of them. And despite their ghetto appearance, they still play just fine.

How did they come to this, you might ask? Well, let me explain, in case me being the owner isn't enough of a tip-off for you. I listen to music constantly. I sleep with headphones in, which is the cause of most of the wear-and-tear. Most anything would look like that if it had spent half the night rolled around your neck/bunched into a ball and under your back. I am resigned to spending what breaks down to ~10$ a month to keep myself in nice, comfy earphones that cancel noise. They make me go to sleep faster and make me less livid at Asian Art.

Now I'm basically waiting until they die, just to see how much longer they can go. Wish them luck.

I wonder if coating them with epoxy spray would be a good idea...

This is what Absolute Terror looks like:

Hi Wren,

Can you stop by tomorrow either during my office hours (10am to 11:30) or during open lab time (1 - 5pm)? If you can't make those times, we can set up another time to talk.
Thanks, have a good day,
[Ecology Professor]

No explanation. I have no idea what this is about.

::EDIT::
So I replied and tried to get more info.

Sure, I can come in tomorrow. What will we be meeting about?
~Wren

Hi again,
It's nothing to be concerned about, so don't worry. It's just some stuff I wanted to discuss...
have a good evening.

SHE USED ELLIPSES! *DIES*
Seriously though, wtf? Why so secretive?

I am going to spend the night hiding in a fort. >>

Eureka!

I have had the most wonderful idea while studying for my Ecology quiz. I need to formally change my name to Wren so I can have an alliterative name and then go on to publish papers titled "Beaver Browsing Benefits Beetles."

Yes, that paper exists.

::EDIT::
I'll kiss anyone who can find me a name change form from a creditable source that doesn't want me to pay it for something that should be free if I could find it in the twisting nether of Missouri's legal documentation. Or bake/mail them cookies. It's basically the same thing.

Caffy Photo Shoot, Part I

I finally have a picture of the hair now that the purple dye is mostly under control. I wish it were sunny so I could take these pictures outside, but meh.


Yes, I am very pale. Also, you can see the blue at the ends of my hair in this pic, which makes me happy, since until now I've had no definite proof that it is, in fact, there.

There will be pics of the clothes later if I can find a place in the house that has decent lighting.

Also, I haven't had a good pic of my tongue stud since the one that was taken an hour after piercing, so here's a new one of it healed and with an acrylic stud.

Though I guess the one taken at Ohayo of me crushing Eri into the floor might count, though in that case its not the focus of the picture.

Man, I am so damn pale. XD

I will always love Suzanne Vega

It's a one time thing
It just happens
A lot
Walk with me
And we will see
What we have got
Ah...

My footsteps are ticking
Like water dripping from a tree
Walking a hairline
And stepping very carefully
Ah...

My heart is broken
It is worn out at the knees
Hearing muffled
Seeing blind
Soon it will hit the Deep Freeze

And something is cracking
I don't know where
Ice on the sidewalk
Brittle braches
In the air

The sun
Is blinding
Dizzy golden, dancing green
Through the park in the afternoon
Wondering where the hell
I have been
Ah...

This has been my favorite song since forever.

A Follow-up Letter to the Stockroom in its Entirety

Evidently I gave your companion too much credit, O stockroom idiot. Would you like to know why?

Because despite the fact that I clearly specified I wanted the Brassica eggs to come in on MONDAY, I received an e-mail today stating they were in and ready for us to pick them up.

Now I do not know what PLANET you two live on, but according to our Earth calender, today is Friday. Thus, we are not ready to set the eggs up. Our fucking PLANTS aren't ready for the eggs, for God's sake. Do you expect me to make them grow FASTER?

So I call to figure out what is going on, and I am told that not only is the more competent of your little stooge duo gone for the day so I have to deal with you, but we have yet to be put on an access list to be able to get into the room with the incubator, and an aquarium is not available for us to use despite the fact that we gave you two. weeks. fucking. NOTICE.

My Friday, instead of being a nice relaxing afternoon at home out of the rain, snuggled in a blanket and letting my mind not think for a while, is now going to consist of me trying to find a place to put these damned eggs because everyone else has decided to fuck up.

I can suggest a place, stockroom. For all the equipment you were supposed to have for me. Guess what it is. Go on.

Look to your orb for the warning

Okay, just found this site linked on Blogger. Time to start playing around with my camera again. After I find the TIME. And a camera I feel like hurling through the air....

Finished my paper that was due today, so now I have nothing to do until study time. I hope I can get another A on my test tomorrow.

You know, I don't really have anything to say, so Imma go touch up my hair,

::EDIT::
Oh fuck, Daryl has strep and/or mono...I am so fucked. I share food with that boy all the frigging time.