Saturday, September 30, 2006

brr....and poser lesbians

It's really fucking cold in here.

Perhaps I should close the window.

But that would involve my getting all the way up from my nest in my comfy round chair, leaving the warm safety of my fleecy blanket, and going the whole 1.5 yards to the window in my bare feet.

I hate autumn.

**EDIT** (because I have no life)

So, a series of random linkage encounters led me to this, which, in case you're too lazy to click, is the video for "All the Things She Said" by Tatu....yeah, remember them? Well anyway, I'd never seen the video, because that was back in the day when we only had basic cable and I actually slept at night when the music videos were on, so I watched it for kicks, and ya know what? It's a terrible video. No, seriously, wtf? And yeah, I know, they were fake lesbians, and it was very awful and sad. But I still kinda.....like the song....:paranoid: It's catchy, dammit! And it reminds me of....things.....Anyway, I was disappointed. Not that I expected any better, as they were poser lesbians after all...but still. Meh.

In other news.....my dorm is still fucking freezing! We are not amused. Turn on the fucking heat.

Friday, September 22, 2006

insomniac ramblings

I oughta go to bed, I've got a class third hour tomorrow, but I'm SO not sleepy.

There's a thunderstorm outside. It's pretty awesome. And a train. One of about a kajillion in this town daily, it would seem, but I actually don't mind. It makes up for the lack of highway traffic I'm used to at home. Now instead of constant trucks and the occasional train, it's just constant trains. And the ones at night always sound cooler than the ones during the day. I've no idea why, but it's true. And I also find it odd that you can tell the difference between the passenger trains and the freight trains based on the sound alone---the track by my house is a freight-only line, so I never realized before how much quieter the passenger trains are! They make this really cool kind of whooshing hum, that's very peaceful to listen to as I'm lying in bed trying to sleep.

On a totally unrelated note, we're reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X for my FP class. It's a good read, but honestly, so far I really don't like the guy. Maybe that's just the racist white person in me talking (because god knows I'm such a fucking bigot) but somehow, when somebody makes sweeping generalizations about all white people being greedy and self-obsessed, isn't that kind of, oh I don't know, racist? Idk, I'm just really hoping this doesn't turn into Mr. Schantz's "diversity" class all over again---the whole premise was, you're all racist and don't know it and you need to stop.

Well, okay, I'm really going to bed now. I swear. Maybe.

*wanders off singing "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist"*

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

pirates, a premier, and some incoherent blither

Well everyone, Talk Like a Pirate Day was a great success, for me anyway. I got to use my *cough* extensive *cough* buccaneer vocabulry, and of course, watch PotC. Any excuse to watch PotC is good, imo.

And, the Law & Order: SVU season premier was glorious, as we all knew it would be, even if it means the end of my beloved Mariska.... It's only for awhile though! I've been trawling the fansites, because I am a dork and a loser like that, and have discovered that she will be back *phew* which is good, because otherwise, I just don't think I could take it. As it is, I think I might actually die a little bit every time I see a new episode she's not in---apparently she'll be gone for like, half the season! Oh the horrors!

*ahem*

Don't you just love getting emails that look like this:

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except, x 1000.

Anyway, I have to go drool over more SVU fansit---er, finish my Spanish homework...>.>

Monday, September 18, 2006

Avast!

Ahoy there mateys, and welcome to International Talk Like a Pirate Day! That's right, today, September 19, be the day when all ye landlubbers everywhere can indulge in yer wildest dreams and---that's right---talk like a pirate! So brush up on your "ARR!" and your "Shiver me timbers!" and go for it! Talk like a pirate! Tell your friends! ARR!

-Captain Mad Anne Bonney!

P.S. For more info, go here, and to find out your pirate name, go here or here (but the first one's better).

Sunday, September 17, 2006

John Mayer is a slacker.

So I'm being an insomniac again, as I seem to be wont to do quite often lately, and I'm sitting here surfing the net and watching VH1, because that is what I do, because I'm a loser. Anyway, the video for John Mayer's "Waiting on the World to Change" comes on, and it draws my attention, being something non-rap and pleasant-sounding. So I stop what I'm doing to watch it. Ya know what? It's a really nice, catchy little song. It seems like something I would like right off, and I kind of did, but then I started listening to the lyrics. For easy explanation's sake, I have reproduced them here, courtesy of Google and a few lyrics websites.

me and all my friends
we're all misunderstood
they say we stand for nothing and
there's no way we ever could
now we see everything that's going wrong
with the world and those who lead it
we just feel like we don't have the means
to rise above and beat it

so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

it's hard to beat the system
when we're standing at a distance
so we keep waiting
waiting on the world to change
now if we had the power
to bring our neighbors home from war
they would have never missed a Christmas
no more ribbons on their door
and when you trust your television
what you get is what you got
cause when they own the information, oh
they can bend it all they want

that's why we're waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

it's not that we don't care,
we just know that the fight ain't fair
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

and we're still waiting
waiting on the world to change
we keep on waiting waiting on the world to change
one day our generation
is gonna rule the population
so we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change

we keep on waiting
waiting on the world to change


Ya know what? What he's saying is true, and that makes me sad. A lot of people in my generation seem to think we haven't got any power to make changes in the world. Or worse, they don't care at all. So they sit and wait, and hope things'll get better. Or they don't pay any attention at all. That's awful! I guess this is starting to sound like a PSA, but honestly kids, we can't just wait around for the system to change---it's not gonna happen! Like Gandhi said, "You must be the change you wish to see in the world." You don't have to go on a crusade to end global warming and cure AIDS and destroy reality TV all by yourself all at once; start out small. Get informed, figure out what's going on in the world. Write letters. Our generation is going to be in power someday, but we don't have to wait to start working for change---fight the stereotype! Be informed! Get involved!

Okay, sorry to sound so preachy. But don't think I don't mean every word. I do.

And now, on a lighter note, click this link for joy beyond your wildest dreams. For the love of God, somebody show that to Mrs. Hancock and videotape her reaction and send it to me. PLEASE.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

late night excursions

So, yeah, it's 4:28 am, and I just got back from going to this little 24-hour diner downtown with my roommate and six of her friends, a couple of whom were rather more than slightly inebriated. But it was fun. The less liquored up people were fun to talk to, and I had some yummy biscuits and gravy. And the two really drunk ones did shots of non-dairy creamer. I was amused.

On a slightly sadder note, the biscuits and gravy does constitute a lapse in my new non-meat-eating policy. But it wasn't a lot. I'll have you know, I could've had country fried steak. So it wasn't a veering off-track so much as a slight detour. Road construction, if you will.

Anyway....yeah I probably should go to bed here pretty quick. I have a hunch I might be keeping Sarah awake. Or maybe it's just the flamingo lights.....yeah, my mom sent me a string of pink flamingo lights. They rock my shoes, socks, and underwear, all at the same time. But I digress. I'm going to bed. 'Night all!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

I'm a party girl!

So, went to my first frat party last night. It was....interesting....No actually it wasn't that bad. Basically like a high school dance, except people were allowed to bring their booze in with them instead of having to chug it all down beforehand. It was beach-themed, so I got ley-ed. But I was a good kid, just so y'all know, no sex, no drugs, no alcohol for me. (Props to Mrs. B!) I did try a sip of a pina colada, but just a sip. I wanted to see what it tasted like, and it was pretty good, except for the cough-syrup aftertaste. Mmm, Robitussin. So yeah, lots of hot, sweaty college kids crammed into a room with loud rap music and some blacklights (which were really cool, btw) bumping and grinding, with the occasional dry hump thrown in by some of the more inebriated individuals. The dancing was fun enough; I usually enjoy dancing, as long as people aren't watching too closely. And it wasn't too wild or anything; at the registered parties (which this one was), the brothers all have various responsibilities to make sure everybody's behaving reasonably well and nothing's getting too out of hand. And I found it kind of cool that they didn't actually supply the alcohol there; people were allowed to bring in their own if they wanted, but it wasn't like, hey, free beer! or anything. So yeah. I danced with my roomie and her pals, and we had a pretty good time. After awhile I was getting kinda tired, and then some chick decided to shake up her Keystone Light and then wave it above her head while opening it, right next to me, so I got pretty much drenched, so after that I figured I'd had about enough. So one of Sarah's pals walked me back to my dorm and I came in and took a shower to wash the beer out of my hair, then did a little chillaxin' and went to bed.

In other news.....I think I've signed up for too many clubs, they're all conflicting---like, there are four different ones on Monday already! I hate having to choose. Oh well, at least there's nothing tonight; the Simpsons season premier is at seven, and there's a Law & Order SVU marathon on USA with my name on it! I better finish my homework, I suppose.....but I'm almost done. S'all good.

Friday, September 8, 2006

through the bathroom door

I met the people on the other side of the bathroom today. Yeah, in our suite, you can get to the next door suite through the bathroom. So my roommate and I went. We met the people over there. They're pretty cool. They have pet rats in their suite. Pretty awesome.

Classes started today. I like mine. My first one is 3rd period (10 a.m.) which is pretty great; it's Spanish, and for the first time since Oldenburg, I actually feel like I know what's going on in Spanish class. It rocks. I have Intro to Lit 5th hour, and it's pretty standard, and FP 6th period, which sounds like it'll be okay. And yeah. That's it. I'm likin' it.

In other news.....I'm going veg. Yeah, that's right. I'm turning to the dark side. I haven't eaten any meat in three days. We'll see how long this lasts.

Monday, September 4, 2006

College!

Woo-hoo, I made it, here I am at college! I know, I know, surprise surprise, you all thought I'd end up in a van down by the river DON'T LIE! Ahem....

So. College. Pretty cool so far. 'Course, this is only the third day, and we're still in the "orientation" phase, so, I'm still reserving judgment. But I'm having a good time. Everybody seems really nice. I haven't really gotten to know anybody yet; I figure I'll do better with that once I get into classes and clubs and such. There's a "club carnival" on Friday, where we sign up for stuff, and I'll probably sign up for like, 10 different things, so it'll be cool.

My roommate isn't here yet; she's a junior, and will not be arriving until tomorrow, I believe. That'll be an adventure, I guess, but it'll also be pretty handy, having an upperclassman to ask about stuff. So it'll be good.

My half of the dorm room is all pimped out with my wicked awesome stuff; I've got friend pictures all over my desk and bulletin board, and my color-coordinated bedding and decor (navy, blue, teal & lime green) looks great. My posters are spread out on the floor flattening for the moment, but once they are up my walls will be graced by the presence of Happy Bunny, Queen, the stars of Chicago, and the cast of Rent. I would put up pictures of it for you, but I have neither digital camera nor scanner, so, no.

I signed up for classes today, and I'll find out if I got them tomorrow. My advisor said I probably would though. So I'll likely be in Elementary Spanish II, Intro to Lit, and I forget the name but it's Freshman Preceptorial, which is required for all freshmen, so we'll see how that turns out lol.

And now the most important part (of course), the food. The caf is pretty great, I must say. Pizza available every day (woo!) and other great stuff too. I've been being good though; I'm eating salad with every meal (except breakfast) so I'm getting my veggies. And I've only had pizza once. (The other meal consisted of stuffing, pasta, and cottage cheese, plus salad; maybe not the most well-rounded meal ever, but it was delicious).

So yeah....that's all I got for now. I'm gonna go eat now; I think I'll have a salad, and maybe a slice of pizza.