It sort of hit me recently that I've been really kind of horrible about blogging and keeping up with people on here since I've been at college. Sorry for that, people.
So! Real life! And profundity? Whaa? Anyway, I spent spring break with my...first cousins once removed? That's what we settled on, anyway. They live in South Dakota, and they were incredibly nice and accommodating. They let me use their car for most of the weekend, so I was able to drive around the city (inasmuch as South Dakot
Doctor Who was rickrolling people before rickrolling was even a thing. I <3 this show so much.
Also, quite a splendid night here. The Doctor was not the only one who danced.
*disappears back into college life*
Find and create obscure advice memes instead
Also, so desperately does my brain want it to be Spring Break that it took the liberty of adjusting my internal chronometer to make me think for most of the day that it was Tuesday.
Our news media has failed us in a way I'm not sure I can begin to describe. It's blatant. It's egregious. You can yammer on all you want about bias toward one side or the other, or about journalistic integrity versus sensationalism, or the treatment of classified information, but my chief grievance with the media is that they did not make it absolutely certain that I found out about this:
I love our wacky world.
Actually, that's probably not the case anymore. But some friends and I did decide to go down there tonight on a whim. We got there just as this mall was closing, but we still had a good time. You don't get photos of the good time, just this stuff:
Also, bonuses!
And now I need to go sleep, because I got four hours of it the other night in between writing a paper on Measure for Measure. Vincentio is silly.
So I spent a bit of tonight replaying the MNOLG for the first time in a long while, and the nostalgia throughout made my night, much more so than would have activities such as doing homework due for tomorrow. Certain strong impressions follow:
Taipu is the greatest character ever and has a black Ruru no matter what. So there.
Tohunga was changed to Matoran throughout the thing. The heck?
Was anyone else ever really frightened of the Kofo-Jaga lurking in the Onu-Koro tunnels? I mean, One
Life is an opportunity; benefit from it.
Life is beauty; admire it.
Life is bliss; taste it.
Life is a dream; realize it.
Life is a challenge; meet it.
Life is a duty; complete it.
Life is a game; play it.
Life is a promise; fulfill it.
Life is sorrow; overcome it.
Life is a song; sing it.
Life is a struggle; accept it.
Life is a tragedy; confront it.
Life is an adventure; dare it.
Life is luck; make it.
Life is too precious; do not destroy it.
Life is life; fight for it.
~Moth
With that, I do solemnly pledge to take finals and term papers more seriously in future, and I also maybe kind of promise to spend a little less time with delightful people in favor of doing homework if at all possible, but don't hold me to that one. But yeah, I kind of screwed up. Don't leave big projects till the last couple days, y'all.
Set off the opening of the CSI: Miami theme at the end of theology class to commemorate the official beginning of break. Observed no amusement.
Hoped and prayed that my roommate would remember to lock the door before leaving.
Got into a pickup truck with three other people headed north.
Saw an Amish type with horses and a buggy somewhere in Iowa.
Read a bit of Fires of the Earth, by Jon Steingrimsson, until it got too dark. Tried to get some sleep.
Got distracted by trading texts
So I was totally apathetic towards NaNo and was still seriously considering not doing it when at 2pm, amidst an avalanche of Spanish homework, one of my main characters demanded to make her feelings on being trapped, cloned, and shot at on an alternate Earth known to the other. Now I've scraped out the prerequisite 1667-and-a-bit and am shortly going to sleep. I'd say let the madness begin, but it kind of already has. So you can run and tell that, etc.
Also, despite the fact that it is not re
This sort of thing strikes me as a bit self-serving, but I suppose it's a momentous enough occasion, and what is a blog but a place for self-promotion, anyway? Besides, Ben told me I should do this (by the way, I prefer "Older" by They Might Be Giants).
So yes, it is my nineteenth birthday, which is really quite splendid if you like prime numbers, which I do. It's been kind of weird what with being away from home and most of my friends being gone on fall break and other stuff, but I've made
Driven into the early hours of the later part of that which is usually called night, I find myself using almost every means possible to distract myself from finishing these two papers that are due at 8 and 9 tomorrow morning, which includes blogging! O frabjous day!
So um. College is still pretty darn awesome. It turns out that food services aren't canceled for fall break after all, so it will once more be like Hogwarts at Christmas! Only with a lot more athletes. :x My roommate has a girlfri
I wish I could have been there to hear exactly how this went down.
Also, DIAGON ALLEY HECK YES
And after reading Aristotle, I kind of have to chuckle at the people who accuse me of using run-on sentences on occasion.
I know, I'm crazy for attempting it. I'm already having enough of a time balancing homework, a social life, sleep, keeping in touch with people back home, and theatre care and feeding, among other things, and in November I'll be having play practice every week and then heck week and then the actual performance, followed by Thanksgiving break. Come to think of it, that isn't so different from last year.
But you know what? It made me write, which I generally only do when there is a contest (SS
“The whole universe? Again? What happened?”
“The sentient elements on one planet created a sort of prophecy that trickled down through their cultural memory and ended up fulfilling itself.”
“That's the fifth time in a row something like this has happened. Isn't there a way to control for this?”
“If they have the ability to deduce the existence of something greater than their material universe, it seems that some of them are inevitably going to hit upon the notion that their univ
So um, raiding unwanted stuff from the theatre department is kind of fun. In addition to the previously-mentioned orange chair, I now have two squirt guns, a stylized metal US seal to put on our room's door (We have the best room in the dorm, FYI, because first of all, it's on the ground floor, which for some reason are the only rooms with bunk beds and the nice new desks, plus, hey, we don't have to climb as many stairs as the other people, and of those rooms, we are the only ones with Christma
Okay, so you know that 'fro I had at Brickfair? And it was all curly and poofy and stuff? Well, the other night I was just chilling in this lounge and playing Apples to Apples with some cool people when the female elements of the group started saying things like "oh, we should straighten Ean's hair" and "plug it in over here!" Next thing I know I'm trapped in a chair as two or three girls attack my hair with two straighteners. Escape would have involved tearing chunks out of my scalp, so I was f
Discovering the Obsolete category on Wiktionary when you are simultaneously bogged down with homework and driven to explore strange new words is not a good thing.
