Saturday, December 29, 2007

damnable details

So, it's looking like I'll be starting term sans computer. This makes me sad. But if Sara can do it, then so can I. Hopefully, a new one (or a repaired old one) will be on the way shortly.

In other news, I still haven't ordered my textbooks, or even found out which ones I'll be needing. I may end up biting the bullet and paying bookstore prices. I suppose it depends on how many books I'll need and how immediately I'll be needing them. Oh, I hate details.

Regular updates will resume when I once again have regular computer access. Until then, I make no guarantees.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007


My computer is off being fixed. I want it back. I'd forgotten just how much I hate the library's ones. And this whole half-hour internet time limit thing is just not acceptable.

My computer is, for all intents and purposes, dead. It needs either a new hard drive, or to be completely replaced. D:

Wednesday, December 12, 2007


I was going to write some nostalgic/excited blog about tomorrow, about all my years wearing glasses and contacts and how, if all goes well (knock on wood), that part of my life will be over tomorrow. Was going to.

But I just finished reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and my god. Everything else has been temporarily driven from my mind. I got it from the library yesterday on a whim; I was there for something else the they ended up not having, and I happened to remember it as something someone recommended to me once, so I checked it out. I sat down to read it this evening after Dad and I wrapped presents, thinking I'd get a few chapters in before temporary blindness sets in tomorrow (Mom said I may well not be able to read comfortably for two or three days—eep!), but I just kept going. It was so, I don't know, perfect. I can't pass judgment yet (I just finished the damn thing ten minutes ago), but when I finished the last page, I was literally breathless. I just sat there for a moment, overwhelmed by how striking, how emotionally perfect, how—I don't even know what. I can't remember the last time I had such a strong reaction to a book. I kept getting such flashes of recognition throughout, such authenticity, from a character, an action, an emotion. When Charlie talked about feeling infinite, I went back and read it three times over. I know that. I've felt that. I've even tried to describe it, though the word I found myself using was "ineffable." But that's what I meant.

I really ought to go to bed now. I mean, I have a pretty significant appointment tomorrow morning, and I don't want to be any more sleepy than the drugs are going to make me. But—wow. I can't sleep after that. I'm going to take a long bath and think about life. And seriously kids, if you haven't, read this book.

Saturday, December 8, 2007


I just took this quiz to see which of the current presidential candidates best matches my political views (according to that quiz, at least). The results? Mike Gravel and Dennis Kucinich. Unsurprisingly, relegated to the margins yet again. *sigh*

Wednesday, December 5, 2007


This is how I spent the better part of my afternoon today. The part I wasn't sleeping, that is.

I'm not proud. Although, that high score there is pretty impressive, if I do say so myself.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

stir crazy

(Is that supposed to be two separate words? Or is it hyphenated? Or just one word? Google Fight says...I'm right! yay.)

I'm going nuts here. Like srsly kids. I usually like long periods of time when I'm not required to do anything. But I like having the option of doing things.

I've started posting angsty Myspace bulletins. This is bad.

Saturday, December 1, 2007


So, Thanksgiving's been more than a week ago now, and the fridge has been emptied of all but the most hardcore leftovers. The pie was the first to go, and the mashed potatoes and gravy disappeared within two days. The turkey turned into sandwiches, and the last holdouts became turkey and noodles over the weekend. The corn and peas were finally subject to someone's late-night snacking, and I had the last cold half-cup of stuffing for lunch yesterday afternoon. Which left the relish tray. Oh, the relish tray. Seriously. Nobody wants that much celery and dip. So what to do with it?

Well, we made pasta primavera. And it was soooooo delicious. And easy! It's not like we had a recipe or anything; we just kinda made it up as we went along. Hell, we didn't even know what we were going to end up with when we started. We steamed the leftover veggies (the usual: carrots, broccoli, celery, cauliflower), and in the meantime, sautéed half an onion with some butter, garlic, and parsley. When the veggies were done, we dumped 'em in with the onion, and then Dad found a packet of alfredo sauce mix in the cabinet, so we fixed that and boiled up some egg noodles, mixed the whole mess together, and voilà! Pasta primavera. Just as good as Casa!, if not better, imo.