I'm Still Doing This Blog Thing I Guess

Well kids, it's been a while. This semester is almost over and I haven't blogged a word since what, July? August?

Let's see. Well, my last entry was compaining about my roommate. She's not that bad, actually. She's a damn sight better than my last one. We don't talk at all, but she's at least curteous and usually out of the room, which is good because I like my solitude. However, tonight she is doing something that is kind of annoying and that she's done one time before: going to bed at seven at night. It's weird, but I'll just assume she's been up for a while and really needs it. Thus, I finished be homework here in the lab in the Smith Hall basement, where I am currently writing this blog.

I can't wait for this semester to be over! It's been going fast enough, which is weird considering that I haven't had much to do. I've been working every other weekend, been to Madison twice, been home a few times, but I haven't seen much of Adam since he dropped, nor have I seen Kory's new room at the old U of M, nor will I for, well, a year!

Because I'm going to London in the spring!!!!!!!

I'm so excited. Also nervous. But mostly excited. I'll have three roommates but...one of them will be Catey, my dear friend! And I'll be in London! Did I mention that? For three whole months!

I'm going to miss everyone so much come this spring! I hardly see you all nowadays, so it won't be too different. Still, there will be an ocean between us rather than just a few hours' driving, but that' what the internet is for, right?

Anyway, what's been going on in my life?

Not much. I tried NaNo again this year. I got more than halfway there before my story came to a crashing halt and the amount of school work became overwhelming. It's an idea that I'd like better as a play, though, which I may attempt to write someday. Some good came out of it though. I miss writing, and it gave me the oppurtunity to be creative, which I don't get too often when I'm busy with school. Oddly enough, as soon as I scrapped this year's NaNo, I got a new idea for a story. I don't think I'm going to write it out though. It would probably work better as a comic, so maybe that will be my project over this next summer. Or not, we'll see.

School's been alright, I guess. I'm doing well in all my classes. I may be getting some Bs this semester though, potentially in Environmental History (because my big paper sucked), Spanish (because I made some stupid mistakes on the midterm), and Biology (because Feldman is just... ugh!). I wrote an awesome paper on King Lear and Kurosawa's Ran, though, lol. I'm kind of really proud of it and am going to add it to my collection of awesome papers I've written about Shakespeare. Be jealous :P

Anyway, I've been really in to Florence and the Machine lately. Lungs is just an amazing album that always takes me on a magical journey (and no, I don't care how corny that sounds, it's true.) I've also been digging Regina Spektor more and more, especially the songs where it's just her and her piano. She has such amazing story-telling skills! And I've found a fun Irish punk band called the Tossers that are awesome (and predate Flogging Molly and the Dropkick Murphys) But alas, just as I am discovering all kinds of music that I love, my iPod dies. For no reason. It's just dead. It is pushing up daisies. It has bought the farm. It has ceased to be. It is an ex-iPod.

So I'm thinking about getting a Zune. We'll see how that turns out.

So yeah, this has been all over the place, but I've nothing else to do right now. I've been feeling like reading the old Dragonlance Chronicles again... and Legends... too bad they are at my house in Manitowoc. Oh well. I guess I'll end it here before another random thought comes...

Why does everyone think strawberries are so delicious? They're disgusting!

And Christmas! I'm excited for my Jane Eyre stuff and my Golden Sun game! And Fantasia on DVD hopefully! And hanging out with my family, which was kind of fun on Thanksgiving (shots with my mom and Kristin!) and will hopefully be fun on Christmas too!

Shakespeare Is Always Appropriate

So I haven't blogged in months, obviously, but I'm not going to write in a filler explaining what's been going on since I last blogged because frankly it'd just be boring.

However! Today I finally received my room assignment from school. I opened it immediately after seeing it, and, after finding my new roommate's name, immediately went to see her Facebook page.

Here's a little quote from King Lear that sums up my reaction:

Lear: No.
Kent: Yes.
Lear: No, I say.
Kent: I say, yea.
Lear: No, no they would not.
Kent: Yes, they have.
Lear: By Jupiter, I swear, no.
Kent: By Juno, I swear, ay.
Lear: They durs't not do't; They could not, would not do't; 'tis worse than murder
To do upon respect such violent outrage!

Imagine that with me as Lear and with Harsh Reality as Kent, and you've got it perfect. I mean, now cruel is it that I get two complete ditzes two years in a row? And this one looks like she may be worse than Gretchen! I didn't even think that was possible!

Of course, it's very likely that I am judging a book by its cover and should probably reserve my judgement until I actually meet her. Afterall, she may be a perfectly sweet sort of girl who will try her best to put up with me and we may end up bosom companions for life...BUT I HIGHLY DOUBT IT.

I mean, the way she describes herself is reminiscent of a 13 year old, let alone a self-respecting college student! Take a look at it! http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=1336258140&ref=ts

How am I ever going to get along with her? I tried, I really did, with Gretchen. I was nice and courteous to her face, despite the amount of bitching I did to all my friends, and we were always on civil terms! Yet, I needed to bitch in order to keep sane in that environment of constant self-repression! Now I fear that this year will be the same thing all over again!

Ye gods I hope I'm wrong! I hope she'll be tolerable and not annoying and not prone to staying up late! If I have to work the opening shift at work, which I will more than likely, I had better be able to get my sleep, damnit!

Okay, I'll stop ranting angrily. Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe it will. Who knows? The only comfort I can get from this is that I will only have to put up with her for one semester. London never looked so good!

Here's another quote from King Lear, this time summing up my mood: Gloucester: "As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods,— They kill us for their sport."
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Ugh: Story of a Girl

So I won't bore you all with the details of my day (since Catey has already blogged about that) but I would like to tell you all a little story about what happened after I left May Roach last night.

So, at around ten I get a call from Gretchen. She had left her keys in our room and was wondering if I was coming back anytime soon. Not quite ready to leave yet, I told her to come over to Roach and pick up my key. The deed was done, and I told her, specifically, to stay in our room and that I would call her so she could let me in the dorm (since it was past eight, you see.)

Well, the time came for me to head back (around eleven; I had an exam the next day to study for yet) so I give Gretchen a call...and it goes straight to voicemail. I call again two more times to the same effect...thinking that maybe she had accidentally turned it off or something. I walk back to Smith Hall and call again. Still straight to voicemail.

I get angry.

So, I'm standing outside in the cold, waiting around the front door like a creeper for some other fellow Smithians to let me in since apparently Gretchen had turned off her phone. Eventually some people did come and I snuck in behind them. Then, I trudge up the stairs to forth floor and try my door, thinking that Gretchen was inside, working on her art project like she said she would be. She's not. It's locked. WTF? I check the bathroom...she had just had dance practice, maybe she was showering? Nope. Not a single person in the bathroom either.

I get pissed.

Seeing that Gretchen was nowhere to be found, I trudged back down the stairs to the front desk so that they could get me back in my room. It took them forever (at least 15 minutes, I kid you not) because they were all laughing and shooting rubber bands at eachother. The one girl who had the key and was walking with me up the stairs to my room was saying "Oh, we don't normally do that. So-and-so is just hyped up on coffee."

"I'm sure," was my cold reply. I was seriously shaking, I was so livid.

So the girl opens my door, and I get inside and see my freaking keys laying on my desk.

I get fucking nuts.

I call my mom, whom I know very well is asleep at this hour, and start on a half-hour tirade. How could she be so stupid? How could she expect me to get in the locked room if she left my keys inside? How did she even expect me to get into the building? Why did she have her phone off, when I specifically told her that I would call her? She's a fucking retard! This is fucking ridiculous! I can't fucking stand her! (I feel rather horrible about disgracing my poor mother's ears with such cussing; I haven't said 'fuck' this much in many months, I'm sure.) I just went on and on about how stupid she was for doing this and how inconsiderate she was all the time and how ditzy she is and how all her little friends always come over asking for her when I'm trying to play my DS or read fanfiction or do homework and how she has never once even offered that I could hang out with her and her friends (not that I'd want to anyway! but still!) and how she must think so little of me and blah blah blah I felt like CAPSLOCK!Harry!

So then she comes back while I'm still on the phone with my mom, though I had calmed down quite a bit by this time, and, as usual, she's chatting coquettishly with some guy or another. Seriously, this girl is such a tease, and the guys just fall for her. It's so ridiculously unfair. So once she's done chatting up this guy she comes in and I've got my angry face on and she must have *sensed* the danger because she looks like a deer in the headlights.

So I, as calmly as I can, explain what happened, to which she replies, "Why didn't you call me?"
And I said, "Because you're phone was off!"
"No it wasn't!" Seriously, she looked like a lost, confused fawn.
"I called you five times, and it went straight to voicemail!"

Here she got out her phone and, lo and behold, it was actually on!

She was like, "Well, I was texting for a while so maybe that was it...."

Damn, fucking technology!

So then I apologized a bit and she apologized more and said that she would have stayed in the room but she had to go get her charcoals from Monica's room in Thompson and blah blah blah I'm so sorry blah blah blah. I'm still angry at this point and she still had yet to even start her latest art project and it was already midnight so I asked her, as politely as I could muster, if she would mind using a study room since I had and exam in the morning and needed to be up rather early. (Lol, though this morning she was up before me....whatever....I'm still tired as hell and I don't survive on energy drinks like she does.) She said sure, as if it were no big deal, yet her tone indicated that she didn't really want to, but too bad. She hadn't even started this rather massive charcoal perspective drawing and I knew it would take her hours; hours during which I wanted to sleep with the light off, for once.

So this morning, we didn't really talk, but then again we never do. It's weird. I don't think she's mad at me and I'm not really mad at her. She annoys the hell out of me and I'm sure I annoy her too, but we've managed to coexist so far without incident (besides the aforementioned one, obviuosly.) We're good with every aspect of sharing a room besides the fact that she locks herself out (at least biweekly!) and that she tends to stay up till three doing art. I know that I like to go to bed rather early, but trust me, I am much more pleasant that way. I get so fucking crabby when I don't sleep that it's scary, lol. So for my own sanity I'd like my sleeping patterns to be taken into consideration. I mean, when I get up earlier than her, I am always painfully careful to not wake her up. Gretchen? Nope. She just does whatever, including talking to people at the door and on the phone. Sigh. I know she isn't malicious, just ditzy and inconsiderate. Hopefully we'll work on all this though. I'm capable of compromise if she is.

Well anyway. /enddrama/endrant/endbutthurt/

P.S. I should mention that no matter how annoyed I get and how much I complain to Catey and Aaron, I don't hate Gretchen by any means. There are far worse roommates out there and I know it. I'm just extremely introverted so I need my recharge space, and when that is denied I get saucy, lol.

Ok /endrant/ for real this time. Next time, expect pictures! :D

I Hate Sundays

Sundays pretend to be part of the weekend, but really, they're not. You see, on the weekends, you go out with friends or lovers or with complete strangers (you know, whatever :P) and have a blast, cause a roucus, create drama, scare people passing by with uproarous laughter, etc. Does anyone do this on Sunday? Nope. (Unless you have a really, really awesome church parish or something.) Sunday is also the day those of us who attend classes generally do homework, hardly fun. The worst part about Sundays, though, is that one must go to bed at a reasonable time because the day following Sunday is, of course, Monday.

So, essentially, Sunday is a poser, nothing more.

Moving on.

Last night was very...random and silly. Mostly silly. I have the photos and videos to prove it. (Whether Catey likes it or not!) I'm really excited about our notebook! It should be fun! Speaking of notebooks, I got my NaNoWriMo notebook while we were at Wal*Mart getting our notebook. It's Disny Princess, yo. That's right. I love that kind of thing, obviously. I've already had a few more ideas about NaNo, too! This makes Dani very happy.

On another note, I discovered an awesome band through a post on daily_lolita today. They are Ira Deorum. ( http://iradeorum.com/ ) They're awesome and right up my musical alley! What's coolest though is that the lead singer is a Lolita! This is pure win, ladies and gentlemen. Here's the post on daily_lolita I was refering to http://community.livejournal.com/daily_lolita/1006115.html#cutid1
I'm not one to use livejournal, but I love lurking...it's a very useful thing. N00bs should lurk more often. I'm getting off-topic but whatever, it's my blog.

Here's to hoping Sunday will eventually get its act together and realize that it's not part of the weekend, so it should stop trying.