It’s been a while, hasn’t it? And clearly there are stil people reading this, because I got a grand total of 0 comments while I was away… 
Oh wells. It was supposed to be a journal anyway, and not really plea for attention.
There will be more info forthcoming, when I back into the swing of things. I don’t have much to share now, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.
More later!
Well I’m a pathetic excuse for a commitment-maker. I had gotten myself all riled up and ready to go for NaNoWriMo, and I even registered with the website and tried to lay out a storyline… all to no avail. I’m failing a class in college, and I have to take the time I would have spent writing 1,666 words a day and put it toward studying. I feel like a jerk for dropping out, but it was either drop NaNoWriMo, or drop Accounting. Which is my major. Ergo, not gonna happen.
So this is a tiring prospect, and having such a low grade in that class means I have to pull up the other grades also to compensate for what at the most will only be a C. Upsetting. No time for NaNoWriMo, and most likely a long stretch of tired, grumpy blogging. I apologize in advance.
Also– it snowed today! And it’s snowing right now, even though there’s none left on the ground from this morning. It’s technically too warm for snow, and it’s not going to be here long. But it’s pretty!
Honestly. Speaking as one of them, and as one who more or less understands that everything I think or do is either controlled by my brain or my hormones (but never a combination) I can honestly say that we are the weirdest things basically ever.
One minor example of this is the collection of boys that my friends and I have developed at college. Not only are there boys of various builds, colors, backgrounds, majors, hobbies, sports, and sizes, (though they all seem to have a pretty similar musculature… 
), but WE GIVE THEM CODENAMES.
That’s correct. You didn’t suddenly develop some kind of visual impairment that makes you read crazy where there is none. That’s not a typo. WE GIVE THEM CODENAMES. Like it’s freaking Top Gun or something. And the best part?
We think they’re hilarious codenames. Because we’re so stinking clever we name them after characters. My one friend had a crush on Strider, who was a shaggy-looking upperclassman who cleans up surprisingly well on fancy occasions. We both have a bit of a soft spot for a boy with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes– our idea of the sexy vampire boy, who therefore (unwittingly) goes by Edward. Then there’s CFB, whom we’ve nicknamed Aladdin, for his dark skin/hair and his propensity for being shirtless… :3 And the Hobbit, a boy who triggers that odd motherly instinct– he makes you want to go over and pinch his cheeks and make him a ham sandwich.
What is wrong with us? This is insanity, and it’s a pandemic. There’s so much more to rant about, but I’m in a rather tired/crabby mood, so I think I’ll just leave this as is for now. Maybe I’ll come back to the Girls are Weird thing. More than likely next time you hear from me it’ll be Battle of the Sexes part 2, and I’ll be ranting about how boys are dumb and girls are weird and why won’t CFB just ask me out?
Le sigh. Good thing fall break is fast approaching.
“A woman need know but one man well in order to understand all men; whereas a man may know all women and understand not one of them.”
-Helen Rowland
I love these pictures. Therefore, even though I put them on Facebook and Miriam has probably already seen them, I will insist on posting them here as well as a fill/cop-out post. Yes, they are watermarked on the sides/tops/bottoms with my (pen)name, so don’t try stealing them. I will get mad and hunt you down.
In a world where movie trailers are more often than not better than the movies, the epic voice of the movies has passed away. You all know him, even if you don’t know that you know him. He was Don LaFontaine, and he was the deep-voiced narrator for over 5,000 movie trailers. Believe it or not, I actually knew of him before he was dead, and before he did those Geico commercials. He was amazing, and his voice used to send chills through me when I was little and watching tv too late at night…
In case you have lived in ignorance of his work, consider the trailer for The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, which defines a trailer by saying the narrator “will normally employ a deep voice that sounds like a seven-foot-tall man who has been smoking cigarettes since childhood”. I’m pretty sure at this point you know the man I speak of. 
Rest in peace, Don. You will be sorely missed.
That’s funny, he said the same thing to me. Except it was ’if you don’t knit that darn sock’…
So classes are in full swing, and so the year has officially begun. I don’t think of the first day of school as the official beginning. It’s really the second day of a class that lets you know where you are. Because that’s when the teacher starts treating the class the way he/she will for the rest of the semester. It’s interesting to note the differences in some classes from the first day to the second, isn’t it?
Little to no progress in sockland, but minor upgrades in mystery-gift. Like figuring out the pattern and what it’s supposed to look like… that’s a major plus. Eventually work will begin on Sock Pair Numero Dos, which shall be pink and brown and white, and the long overdue birthday gift for Miriam that may or may not be completed by the time she hits the legal drinking age. 
Classes are interesting, and I’m excited that the homework isn’t too bad yet. Transitional (read: REMEDIAL) Spanish is minor book work and some listening exercises, with a test on the EFFING PRESENT TEST on Friday. How basic can it get? Accounting is starting into some bookwork, but so far mostly reading exercises, and with handouts for taking the notes in an orderly, sensible fashion… not like my notes for other classes, which often look like:
Just because people have differing opinions on beauty doesn’t mean that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Right and wrong are hotly debated, but ethics is not in the eye of the beholder… *doodle of a painting* Trying to understand beauty… *sketch of a bug* *big ink splotch that was an attempted doodle*
…and generally it’s impossible to find any sign of intelligent life beyond the bug.
(Minor note: don’t take anything I ‘quote’ from my profs too seriously. I tend to edit and mess with what they say, so don’t be writin’ a comment challenging them, please. *ahemMiriamahem*)
But then there’s SSFT which is one of those deceptive classes that you think you just get to sit through and then regurgitate the powerpoints on the tests… but then it turns out you have to actually think and come up with stuff on your own… tricky little bastards…
And there are lovely classes like Civ Arts where you look at pretty paintings and talk about them. I like those. Not like mean, nasty Macro Econ with its hugemongous textbook that turns out to actually be a treatise on global economy and other mean nasty crap. And then you have to read that book, and maybe hopefully possibly understand some of it… *shudder*.
Alas, c’est la vie. Such is the life I have chosen for myself. I promise after today there will be little to no bitching about classes, and more of the stuff that you guys actually care about… once I figure out what that is. If you’re reading this, and you’re not leaving a comment, then how am I supposed to know what to talk about? Shall I continue to blather about school? Shall I wax eloquent about the joys of being a college-aged young woman? Shall I voice my opinion on political crap? I can’t decide! LET ME KNOW!!
Like I said, there’s little intelligence beyond the bug.
I can’t believe I leave to go back to school tomorrow…summer just started! And I spent it working!!! OH THE CRUELTY! Why?!?
Not that I’m not excited to go back– I’m just not excited to pack to go back. I’m not the world’s most organized person to begin with, and right now it looks like a bomb went off in my room. I’m so not ready to move out… ugh!
So this is merely a quick update to prove that I haven’t died/given up on the blog. It’s just been insanely busy here in Crazyland. My brothers have a Boy Scout camp-out this weekend, I leave for college on Saturday, and two out of three of my sibs start school here on Monday. And then I’m trying to find out if I have a ride home for Labor Day weekend…
Seriously, as though I wasn’t a few fries short of a Happy Meal all on my own, this kind of insanity just tops it all off.
Hooray for new hobbies! I have recently discovered a fascination with photography. And even more fascinating to me is photo-editing. Any boob with a camera can take a picture. It’s taken me some practice to get some good photos, and even more time and practice to be able to manipulate the colors and focus of a picture to make it stunning. I know Miriam’s the only one reading this so far, and she’s well aware of my new obsession, but I just wanted to trot out another set of manipped pics. I am in love with www.picnik.com as my #1 photo-editing source, and I use Adobe Photoshop when necessary. And so, with about 2 hours left until my midnight deadline for today, I leave you with my most recent creation:
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