(cue singing) On the (n)th day of Chanukah, my sister gave to me...
Yeah. In keeping with the title of this entry, I have no idea what day of Chanukah it is anymore. I didn't even know today was Sunday until I woke up this morning and was cursing myself for having slept through chemistry (I was having a particularly difficult time sleeping last night because I'd had so many cups of coffee during the day and so I eventually took generic Benadryl because I was stuffed up anyway and I think the antihistamine knocked me out pretty well, which is good... I guess).
But right. So yesterday I got my first (and only) Chanukah present so far this year: a package from my sister Danielle (the nine-year old). I opened it up and found one of those mesh gelt bags that had been opened and contained the little foil wrappers from the gelt with an apology note to say that she'd gotten hungry. There was also an IOU note for a new pillow (since I've been gone, apparently, she's been using the pillow in my room). And a card on which she not only spelled my name wrong (she wrote "Sturt," which was probably just because she writes quicker than she thinks) but also spelled Chanukah "Hannnakha." While the spelling is pretty variable... no. I was amused, though.
I'm almost done with my gravestones paper. Almost in the sense of I need to add a conclusion and a few more pictures and then edit it. Yes. Adding pictures in the body of the essay has put me to way over the minimum length, and, while this is a somewhat devious method, I really don't care anymore. I don't think he'll take too much off, and it doesn't matter because I will at least get a passing grade.
Currently I'm sitting in (guess) Arnold Lounge. My back is facing towards the open space in the middle, and this makes me nervous. I much prefer to sit with my back to the wall. My laptop is rather restricting, though, because the battery sucks and thus I have to sit in reach of an outlet, where there are seats available. There are too many people here, and they keep staring at me every time I cough. I glare back.
My newest product idea: I'm going to make a cereal called "Hell-Os" and market them to teens dabbling in Satanism. They will be black and red and come in a dark purple and black box. Maybe I will throw in some cats, bats and various murder weapon-shaped marshmallows.
[Addendum]
And I want to have a polka music party.
I realized that I've been on livejournal more in the past week or so than ...probably ever. I have spent so much time writing entries, revising entries, thinking about what to post but not posting because I don't want to make it seem like I'm constantly on livejournal, adding comments to people's sites or IMing/e-mailing them what I would have made comments about, not commenting but meaning to comment... it's getting out of hand. I think that it's a good thing I'm almost done with my paper; that will mean less time spent in front of the computer, and, hence, less opportunity to procrastinate on this website.
It's almost like the way I used to obsess over xanga... circa last year or so... though I haven't done any 10-page entries here yet, or at least, I don't think I have... and also I think far fewer people read this. Which reminds me; lame as it is, I'm going to start turning everything friends-only, because I realized how much I've put up about myself, and how I really don't need that to fall into the wrong hands. Call me paranoid; I say my father has finally harnessed the powers of Google.
[Addendum 2]
I think the stuffed grape leaves I stole from the Ratty (when they had the European thing) are starting to go bad. They've been in my refridgerator for a week and a half now, spending their time awaiting the decision. They will either ascend to heaven, ie, the trash can (which hasn't been emptied in ...quite a while; perhaps that's why my room smells like ass...) or descend to the darkest, deepest pits of my stomach.
The whole hellish imagery/Purgatory thing would have been a lot more effective if I actually had a concrete grasp on the idea of Purgatory.
Things to add to my list of life goals:
--Learn to blow glass
--Learn to play the acchordion
I am, perhaps, a conclusion away from finishing this paper. And then... oh shit. Right. Studying. Baah.
[Addendum 3]
Boredom induced instant math geekiness (only I don't really like math):
His name is Riemann.
But right. So yesterday I got my first (and only) Chanukah present so far this year: a package from my sister Danielle (the nine-year old). I opened it up and found one of those mesh gelt bags that had been opened and contained the little foil wrappers from the gelt with an apology note to say that she'd gotten hungry. There was also an IOU note for a new pillow (since I've been gone, apparently, she's been using the pillow in my room). And a card on which she not only spelled my name wrong (she wrote "Sturt," which was probably just because she writes quicker than she thinks) but also spelled Chanukah "Hannnakha." While the spelling is pretty variable... no. I was amused, though.
I'm almost done with my gravestones paper. Almost in the sense of I need to add a conclusion and a few more pictures and then edit it. Yes. Adding pictures in the body of the essay has put me to way over the minimum length, and, while this is a somewhat devious method, I really don't care anymore. I don't think he'll take too much off, and it doesn't matter because I will at least get a passing grade.
Currently I'm sitting in (guess) Arnold Lounge. My back is facing towards the open space in the middle, and this makes me nervous. I much prefer to sit with my back to the wall. My laptop is rather restricting, though, because the battery sucks and thus I have to sit in reach of an outlet, where there are seats available. There are too many people here, and they keep staring at me every time I cough. I glare back.
My newest product idea: I'm going to make a cereal called "Hell-Os" and market them to teens dabbling in Satanism. They will be black and red and come in a dark purple and black box. Maybe I will throw in some cats, bats and various murder weapon-shaped marshmallows.
[Addendum]
And I want to have a polka music party.
I realized that I've been on livejournal more in the past week or so than ...probably ever. I have spent so much time writing entries, revising entries, thinking about what to post but not posting because I don't want to make it seem like I'm constantly on livejournal, adding comments to people's sites or IMing/e-mailing them what I would have made comments about, not commenting but meaning to comment... it's getting out of hand. I think that it's a good thing I'm almost done with my paper; that will mean less time spent in front of the computer, and, hence, less opportunity to procrastinate on this website.
It's almost like the way I used to obsess over xanga... circa last year or so... though I haven't done any 10-page entries here yet, or at least, I don't think I have... and also I think far fewer people read this. Which reminds me; lame as it is, I'm going to start turning everything friends-only, because I realized how much I've put up about myself, and how I really don't need that to fall into the wrong hands. Call me paranoid; I say my father has finally harnessed the powers of Google.
[Addendum 2]
I think the stuffed grape leaves I stole from the Ratty (when they had the European thing) are starting to go bad. They've been in my refridgerator for a week and a half now, spending their time awaiting the decision. They will either ascend to heaven, ie, the trash can (which hasn't been emptied in ...quite a while; perhaps that's why my room smells like ass...) or descend to the darkest, deepest pits of my stomach.
The whole hellish imagery/Purgatory thing would have been a lot more effective if I actually had a concrete grasp on the idea of Purgatory.
Things to add to my list of life goals:
--Learn to blow glass
--Learn to play the acchordion
I am, perhaps, a conclusion away from finishing this paper. And then... oh shit. Right. Studying. Baah.
[Addendum 3]
Boredom induced instant math geekiness (only I don't really like math):
His name is Riemann.