I'm embarking on an adventure that I'm too young to appreciate
Oxar: My god, I hate my freshmen. I was in a TERRIBLE mood a few minutes ago, but I'm okay now... I'm recovering. Went downstairs, got a diet coke, got three cookies from the cookie lady...
Masha: Aaah, the cookies! They're like therapy.
I'm only updating because it has been forEVER and if I let it go any longer it just might never happen ever again, which would be terrible. I'd go through the little "I'm not updating anymore guys, lj has become my life" phase, and you guys would be like "*kill*" and I would be like "*does not last entire day*" and yadda yadda yadda and I thought I'd spare the world wide web the drama.
All of that means, of course, that I really have nothing to say and I'm doing this purely for continuity's sake. So prepare yourselves, you just might fall asleep and your head will hit the keyboard when you collapse and then your computer might give you the blue screen of death.
Chemistry is often very happy. I take notes, I fall asleep, Oxar says stuff like
Oxar: And zinc, if you zink about it...
But today, a dark cloud settled over the subject and class and I have no clue when the winds may push it on. He was passing back all our grades.
What a disappointment! And then, to have to follow that with a math test that I know I failed when I REALLY REALLY needed an A to boost my average to a safe (*cough*NOT 90.0*cough*) A... Well. I wasn't a happy camper. Load all that on top of REALLY bad cramps-- you can imagine.
Today also had its ups though. I was initially reluctant to go to the Best Buddies meeting during lunch because after math all I wanted was to lock myself in the computer lab and make icons till my death, but it turned out to be kind of fun. I also kind of really enjoy Best Buddies, and I love my buddy, and I'm looking forward to this weekend's holiday party and fashion show.
HANYWAYS, last weekend was quite pleasant. Friday night cherie_morte and I went to see Rent. I don't think I've ever cried so much in a movie in my life. I know I cried a lot in The Notebook, but this most recent just might even beat that tear-jerker out. I was sobbing for the entire second half of the movie. It wasn't my fault! Even the happy parts of that movie are sad.
And most of the time in movies, when I cry, it will be one little tear trickling down my cheek, or something. But on Friday, it was BUCKETS. I was BLUBBERING. The credits started rolling and fresh tears were STILL coming out. I tried talking and I was doing that whole breathing in really fast and not being able to speak, which only happens when I'm having a huge tantrum crying session.
Elisa and I sat after it had finished for a bit to recompose ourselves. It took at least five minutes for the tears to stop coming, and then we had to touch up our faces and everything. It didn't help, though. The stares that we got while walking through Cocowalk were sure signs that we still looked flushed and stupid.
Fun Fact!: Raquel's nose turns BRIGHT RED when she cries, and no other feature does the same, so she bears a striking resemblance to the famous reindeer savior!
Saturday I can't remember at all. Hmm. Must have been thrilling.
Sunday was the real pleasure though. I thought I had a concert in the morning with my stupid trio, but I was late and the other two were like, Umm, we probably shouldn't play if we can't rehearse beforehand, so it was canceled, and I had a FULL morning stretched out before me that I had intended to fill with this canceled concert. I cleaned my room, I did my math homework (*shock death*), I pulled some Feng Shui in my room because I was sick of the old arrangement, and I hung a bunch of posters; the new atmosphere inspires.
Speaking of new, and inspiration-- I FINALLY MADE AN ICON JOURNAL! It's chords_remind. It is a contributor to my not updating-- I set myself deadlines for certain icons to be finished, and this week I have a TON to make by Friday and won't possibly finish them all (the latest iconage obsession is Rent, which started right after I'd exhausted all the Walk the Line screencaps I could find), so every second I spend on the computer is spent on Photoshop.
Okay clearly my not having anything to say is all bullcrap. I even have more to say, but this entry is long and boring enough, so I'll add it into the next one in which I will talk about my upcoming crazy-packed weekend.
Screw cookies. Livejournal is like therapy. I'm feeling much better already.
♥!
~quel
Masha: Aaah, the cookies! They're like therapy.
I'm only updating because it has been forEVER and if I let it go any longer it just might never happen ever again, which would be terrible. I'd go through the little "I'm not updating anymore guys, lj has become my life" phase, and you guys would be like "*kill*" and I would be like "*does not last entire day*" and yadda yadda yadda and I thought I'd spare the world wide web the drama.
All of that means, of course, that I really have nothing to say and I'm doing this purely for continuity's sake. So prepare yourselves, you just might fall asleep and your head will hit the keyboard when you collapse and then your computer might give you the blue screen of death.
Chemistry is often very happy. I take notes, I fall asleep, Oxar says stuff like
Oxar: And zinc, if you zink about it...
But today, a dark cloud settled over the subject and class and I have no clue when the winds may push it on. He was passing back all our grades.
What a disappointment! And then, to have to follow that with a math test that I know I failed when I REALLY REALLY needed an A to boost my average to a safe (*cough*NOT 90.0*cough*) A... Well. I wasn't a happy camper. Load all that on top of REALLY bad cramps-- you can imagine.
Today also had its ups though. I was initially reluctant to go to the Best Buddies meeting during lunch because after math all I wanted was to lock myself in the computer lab and make icons till my death, but it turned out to be kind of fun. I also kind of really enjoy Best Buddies, and I love my buddy, and I'm looking forward to this weekend's holiday party and fashion show.
HANYWAYS, last weekend was quite pleasant. Friday night cherie_morte and I went to see Rent. I don't think I've ever cried so much in a movie in my life. I know I cried a lot in The Notebook, but this most recent just might even beat that tear-jerker out. I was sobbing for the entire second half of the movie. It wasn't my fault! Even the happy parts of that movie are sad.
And most of the time in movies, when I cry, it will be one little tear trickling down my cheek, or something. But on Friday, it was BUCKETS. I was BLUBBERING. The credits started rolling and fresh tears were STILL coming out. I tried talking and I was doing that whole breathing in really fast and not being able to speak, which only happens when I'm having a huge tantrum crying session.
Elisa and I sat after it had finished for a bit to recompose ourselves. It took at least five minutes for the tears to stop coming, and then we had to touch up our faces and everything. It didn't help, though. The stares that we got while walking through Cocowalk were sure signs that we still looked flushed and stupid.
Fun Fact!: Raquel's nose turns BRIGHT RED when she cries, and no other feature does the same, so she bears a striking resemblance to the famous reindeer savior!
Saturday I can't remember at all. Hmm. Must have been thrilling.
Sunday was the real pleasure though. I thought I had a concert in the morning with my stupid trio, but I was late and the other two were like, Umm, we probably shouldn't play if we can't rehearse beforehand, so it was canceled, and I had a FULL morning stretched out before me that I had intended to fill with this canceled concert. I cleaned my room, I did my math homework (*shock death*), I pulled some Feng Shui in my room because I was sick of the old arrangement, and I hung a bunch of posters; the new atmosphere inspires.
Speaking of new, and inspiration-- I FINALLY MADE AN ICON JOURNAL! It's chords_remind. It is a contributor to my not updating-- I set myself deadlines for certain icons to be finished, and this week I have a TON to make by Friday and won't possibly finish them all (the latest iconage obsession is Rent, which started right after I'd exhausted all the Walk the Line screencaps I could find), so every second I spend on the computer is spent on Photoshop.
Okay clearly my not having anything to say is all bullcrap. I even have more to say, but this entry is long and boring enough, so I'll add it into the next one in which I will talk about my upcoming crazy-packed weekend.
Screw cookies. Livejournal is like therapy. I'm feeling much better already.
♥!
~quel