Wednesday, February 28, 2007

PSA

In case you didn't know, hand sanitizer does not make a good disinfectant for cuts and scrapes. Just thought I'd share that with y'all.

In other news, people seriously need to quit joining these "You Just Lost the Game" groups on Facebook. I feel like such a failure every time I lose. (But now I just made YOU lose---HA!)

And one final note---only three more days to do without breaking myself before the ballroom comp. Those puddles better stay out of my way, 'cause if I slip in another one, even if I come out mostly unscathed, I think whatever shred of dignity I might still have will finally be out the window.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

the joys of crippling self-doubt

Oh my god it's light outside. *headdesk* SLEEP, STUPID.

Anyway...so if a guy you know sends you "drunken" Myspace messages saying you're hot, professing his love for you, and proposing you come join him in Guam to drink rum on the beach and talk with piratey accents (and yes, he's actually in Guam), does that mean he seriously has a thing for you? Or is this just the alcohol talking? Or is he lying and there's no alcohol involved and he flat out wants to jump your bones? Or is there no alcohol involved and he's lying and messing with your head? I'm so confused.

Aaaand, in other news, I have a new crush. On somebody at school. Who's currently unavailable. Damn. But beyond just that, this is three crushes in less than two years, people. What is this? I don't have a serious crush throughout middle and early high school, and then they start jumping me all at once? Is this what they call being a "late bloomer?" 'Cause I feel like a freaking 12-year-old. I used to be such a good little cynic---I made fun of girls who got all obsessed over some guy and got all fluttery when he was around, and now I think I might be doing it! This has got to stop. Like, seriously. Jello knees are not conducive to ballroom dancing.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Wanna trade?

I have a ten-page short story to write, two others to edit, three weeks' worth of notes and reading assignments to catch up on, fifteen sketches and two drawings to complete, plus myriad other as-yet-unassigned bits of hell to finish within the next two and a half weeks.

I also need to do my laundry, clean off my desk, patch three pairs of jeans, do dishes, learn my part for the piece we're singing in chorus, get ready for chorale performance on Sunday (not the same group), and prepare for a ballroom comp the following weekend.

Finally, I need to re-learn how to sleep properly, resume proper hygenic/dietary habits, and stop tearing the skin off my fingertips. (I thought I was doing so well with the whole not-biting-my-nails thing, and then along comes this.)

In short, I'm a bit swamped at the moment. See you all come end of term.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

weekend and other nonsense

Whew, okay, so my online time has been severely reduced lately. This is due in part to my being insanely busy, and also in part to another new factor, which I shall be discussing momentarily. First though, I have to go back a few days and say, this weekend was the bomb shit diggity. With extra bomb.

Saturday, a bunch of us went over to Zach and Esther's for a proper English Sunday Roast (on Saturday, no less), which involved a roast (of all things), plus assorted DELICIOUS vegetables, including potatoes, leeks, string beans, and cauliflower, all of which were exceedingly delectable, and a nice change of pace from the boring boiled veggies in the caf. And there was cheese sauce. Oh god, real cheese sauce. It was heavenly.

We also had Yorkshire puddings, which aren't actually pudding at all, but rather these awesome little muffin-y things. This then inspired a huge debate over the differences between pudding and muffins, and how custard and mousse fit into the picture, and the correct pronunciation of "Yorkshire." It was grand.

After the meal, we spent the rest of the afternoon playing Zach's new Wii. It was insane. My arms hurt like hell for two days afterward, and I sucked royally at pretty much every game we played (though I did beat Andrew at a couple rounds of boxing), but oh, so much fun.

Then Sunday morning, possibly as an after-effect of all the crazy Wii technology, I awoke with a desperate craving for 8-bit, side-scrolling, mushroom stomping fun. I am talking, of course, about the best game system of all time, the NES. So I bought one. Simple as that. Nifty little shop downtown, got a used system complete with two controllers and a Zapper, plus four game cartridges, for a grand total of $65. Bit steep if you ask me, but it satisfied my lust. I've spent an unholy amount of time on that thing these past few days. I've come *this* close to beating the original Mario, a victory which has thus far managed to elude me throughout the course of my lifetime infatuation with this game, but I can feel it. It's coming soon.

Besides Mario (and Duck Hunt, which is on the same cartridge), I got Dragon Warrior, Bugs Bunny's Crazy Castle, Dr. Mario, and Tetris 2. I'm pretty happy with them all, though Tetris 2 weirded me out. I wanted the original, but they didn't have it, so I got the sequel instead, and instead of clearing lines like in every other Tetris game I've ever seen, here you're trying to match up three blocks of the same color to make them disappear. I still haven't quite mastered it, but I think I'm getting the hang of the thing. I'm going to call home soon and beg my dad to have mercy and send me some of the games from there, I'm thinking Gyromite and definitely Mario 3. Or perhaps I'll look online. Either way, I'm loving life right now.

AND, on top of that, KIM IS COMING TO VISIT ME THIS WEEKEND. It is going to be incredibly awesome beyond the power of words to describe.

And with that, I must be off. I have class in the morning. (Curses!)

Monday, February 5, 2007

All your base are belong to us.

Us being the Colts. Because they kick ass.

But props to the Bears. 'Cause they're cool too. Had they not been playing the Colts, I woulda been cheering for them.

But yes. WOO COLTS, 2007 SUPERBOWL CHAMPS!



And yes Brock, I realize I stole your title. But I did think of it before I ever saw your journal; guess great minds think alike, eh?