Saturday, March 31, 2007

Now, tell me what you REALLY think.

Got a minute? Johari me! And while you're at it, Nohari me too!

Post anonymously, if you like, but please, be honest. I'm curious.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Somehow...

...you just know you're in for a long day when you go to the bathroom and realize, you've got your underwear on inside out.

Monday, March 26, 2007

over my head

And no, that's not referencing The Fray, it's referencing my American Studies class. Wow. Today was our first "real" class, where we had done reading and turned in an assignment and had a class discussion, and Oh. My. God. We're talking about what exactly American Studies is (and a common definition of it seems to be "the study of trying to come up with a definition for American Studies," interestingly enough),and there are SO many seniors in that class, who all have their majors already and information bases from which they can draw knowledge pertaining to the topic, and the first few minutes of class I just spent feeling very very dumb. I mean, I got through the readings, but they were hard. At least, I thought they were. But the way everybody else was talking, it seemed like that was exactly what they were expecting; they all just got into the discussion (which took me awhile to really start following, sadly) and went with it. I wanted my dictionary to look up some of the words they were using, and not to brag or anything, but for me, that's usually saying something.

But hey, what can ya do? I'm in the class basically because I got closed out of two others when registering at the end of last term (and that's out of three total, folks) and it was the only thing open that fit in my schedule and made any sense at all for me to take. I was mildly worried even as I signed up for it, the course being such a high number (285) in a field with which I had no prior experience, but my advisor seemed to think it was a good idea, and I figured my talents in history would help me out. I dunno about that, but I suppose we'll see. I'll get by, I'm sure. It'll probably just be a lot more work than I'm really eager to do, especially as the weather gets even nicer and the end of the year draws near.

My Spanish class is likewise difficult, but I rather expected that. It's conversation, at which I pretty much suck. I fully expect to improve, however, if not with ease, then at least without too very much overexertion. My grammar, at least, seems to be sticking with me a lot better than it used to, which is heartening.

And rounding out my schedule, there's Intro to Children's Lit. We've only had one class so far, but come on. How can I not like a class where I get to read The Big Orange Splot?

Saturday, March 24, 2007

random insomnia strikes again

Is it creepy or just plain sad that I've spent the last I-don't-want-to-know-how-many hours reading archived blog posts dating back to 2002, on the blog of a person who I don't even know all that well? And on a Friday night too. And yet, I had nothing else pressing to do except perhaps go to bed, and that was apparently not to be this evening, for no good reason, as usual. I swear, I can't purposely pull an all-nighter to save my life (or my grade), but when it comes to random, inconvenient fits of not being able to sleep—hot damn, I can fritter away the hours with the best of 'em.

In other news, I've apparently started biting my nails again. I don't know exactly when it started, perhaps sometime over break, but I now realize that it's becoming increasingly difficult to scratch the multiple mosquito bites I brought back from Costa Rica. I've successfully bloodied two fingertips on my left hand sometime within the past eight hours, and even done some serious damage to three toenails (though I didn't actually bite those; I'm not quite that flexible, kids). And of course, the advent of a new season's first batch of mosquito bites means more scratching and scab-picking as well. My god, I'm a mess.

I've been told that such habits are often indicators of something psychological going on, but I honestly can't think what it might be. I'm not one to stress, especially not this term, with last term's Drawing hell and Environmental Studies fiasco safely passed and gone. The fact that I can't figure it out also bothers me, because I'm usually a very self-observant person, and I make it a point to clearly understand my own tendencies and motives as fully as possible. I've long wondered if I'm perhaps a bit OCD, and at least mildly ADD as well, and if that might not have something to do with it. Then again, I also suspect myself of having a not-so-latent hypochondriac streak, and I really hate it when people self-diagnose stuff like that (making up excuses, more like, it seems), so I probably ought to shut up and get over it.

On a completely unrelated note, it amazes and baffles me that my roommate can sleep in jeans. I can barely sleep in PJ pants! Craziness...

Anyway, the sun is coming up, and I think I might actually be able to doze if I go right now and try, so I think I'll do that. Later all.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Costa Rica

Okay, so I wanted to put up some pictures from Costa Rica, but my computer is doing strange things and won't read my memory stick. So I guess that will have to wait.

Anyway, It was grand. We spent a few days in Monteverde at Carlos's house, where we met his mom and brother and some of his friends, and did some jungle exploring and a lot of nature appreciating. Lots of gorgeous scenery there. It was rather drier than usual, so it wasn't quite so very green as one might expect, but nonetheless, it was decidedly exquisite.

Then we went by bus to Playa Hermosa, which was a rather long ride, but well worth it. Lovely beach, complete with sun, sand, and palm trees, and even a restaurant where you can get drinks with little umbrellas in them. I took advantage of the lower drinking age (18) and had a piƱa colada(!). It was okay. I think I prefer the non-alcoholic version though—no nasty aftertaste.

And then, after relaxing on the beach, we took the bus back to San Jose and flew home without much incident. A few small airline hassles, but no missed flights or lost baggage, so I'd say it was a success. And now my suitcase is sitting in the floor in the middle of my already horrendously cluttered room waiting to be unpacked, next to the dirty dishes left over from before break still waiting to be washed and a hundred other things waiting to be put away. I'll do it tomorrow.

In other news, I have discovered alt codes and how to use 'em. Yay! I know, I know, I fail at computers. Shut up.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

I'm too tired to think of a proper name for this post, so I think I'll call it Ralph.

I just got home from my spring break in Costa Rica today and it was really awesome and it's four a.m. and I have work and class tomorrow (today) and I'm gonna be dead on my feet 'cause I'm not asleep yet for no good reason and they put me in the wrong Spanish section which conflicts with my work schedule so I have to get that sorted out and if I have to rearrange my schedule again I'm gonna be SOOOO ticked off and this is a really long sentence and I should probably go to bed now and come to think of it I really shouldn't have had that pop earlier 'cause that's probably why I can't sleep now and dear god I'm fucked and tomorrow I'm going to die.

More on Costa Rica when I can once again form coherent sentences.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Iowa

So, I totally just spent the weekend in Iowa. Grand.

Nah, actually, it was quite fun---'twas for a ballroom competition at ISU. I danced five different dances, and didn't place in any of 'em, but I had a good time, and it was a blast just hanging out and watching everybody dance too. And of course, we went out to eat at two exceedingly awesome restaurants over the course of the weekend (one Indian, one Thai), which were excellent.

The getting there and back was, shall we say, interesting, though. Getting there Friday night, the weather was kind of awful for part of the way, nasty and icy and such. There were SO many vehicles off the road, we didn't even try to count 'em. It was ridiculous. A lot of them were still there as we started home Sunday, which should say something about how many there were to begin with. But we sang along to show tunes most of the way, which was great. Then once we got there, we got ourselves mildly lost trying to find the place where we were staying, and then somebody said something about a brothel, and it all deteriorated into ridiculous fits of laughter from there. I love these people.

On the way home Sunday, we had another, slightly scarier adventure. We were toolin' along down the highway and we decided to stop for a potty break, so we got off the interstate and first thing, we went through an intersection and this lady ran a red light and broadsided us. Startling as hell, but everybody was okay, so the cops came and we got things straightened out there, and meanwhile we called one of the other cars to come back and I switched over to ride with them. The reason for this was that we needed one less person in Dana's car in case the damaged door fell off, as the cop said could happen. Nice thought. But yeah, the car door sustained the only lasting damage; I had a bit of a stiff neck and shoulder today, but nobody had any serious injuries, and the car was still drivable, so we all agreed it could've been much worse. Yay for Dana's car being awesome!

In other news, TETRIS CAME TODAY. And I won't get to play it until Thursday because of all my stupid homework and finals.