Worst trip ever.
1. My mother? In-fucking-sane. I know that everyone says this, but I think I would win in a mom-off. If you have a token crazy lady on the corner, take her and square her crazy. Then maybe you'll understand.
2. Gale on a bad day, complete with long, greasy hair, a beard with a life of its own, a glaringly bad suit and few extra pounds is still more attractive than Galesburg. Knox isn't too bad, but I'm going for Bard regardless of any and all money issues. Hopefully Bryn Mawr will end up accepting me and financing everything. My mother, who was absent both mentally and physically during my college application process, is now raving that I should have applied to gigantic schools, and WILL DO SO after my first year of small, liberal arts college. Asdfghjkl;' screw her and her utterly incomprehensible reasoning.
3. When it comes to crying, I'm a Brian-type. I don't make a habit of it unless I'm totally alone or it's absolutely necessary and uncontrollable. Which is another reason why this weekend ranks in the top 3 worst experiences of my life.
4. To top is all off, my brother sneezed dubious fluids onto my face the other day, and lo! I am sick. Which shouldn't be too big of an issue, except that I've had sore throats before, and this thing is not an ordinary sore throat. "Sore" is not an apt word. "feels like I chugged a vat of acid and then repeatedly grated at my throat with a cheese-grater" is much more accurate. You know those nice little Cepacol throat drops with magic numbing medicine in them? Yeah, not the least bit effective.
5. The guys at Knox: horrific. I am fully aware of my shallowness, but as I sat there and watched each one walk in the door to the classroom, I had to stifle my look of Horror and Doom. It was bad, people, really BAD.
6. A good thing: At Knox, I sat in on two classes, one of which was a philosophy type. It was taught by one of those incredibly animated teachers - you know the ones. The kind that pace frantically, write things on the chalk board with a zeal that makes you think the world is ending, get chalk dust all over their clothes, have levitating hair, and speak with violent hand-motions and cracktastic pictures on the board. I love it :D. Even better, it was a high level class and I (obviously) hadn't read the article they were discussing (on Kant), but I understood the lecture almost perfectly. Such a fascinating concept, too. Thank you Existential Lit., you have prepared me for life XD.
7. At 2:20 AM this morning, I woke myself up with my own mad cackling. Literally, I slogged out of deep sleep to find myself giggling. Loudly. I have a feeling I was laughing during the entirety of the cracktastic dream I had. In this dream, I sent an article to my teacher (WHY IS TORCH HAUNTING ME?!), but ended up sending some pages of National Geographic pictures as well (including the token NG topless woman). Next thing I know, he's commenting on my LJ with an icon that reads, "That bitch is HOT!". Then, he and some random LJ stalker start getting into a comment-battle about...fish. My teacher then pulls out his other (animated) icon, an image of the head of an eel that morphs into his face. Pls save me I am delusional *_*.
The oh-so-popular meme of the week:
kyraille gave me R.
This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write five ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.
1. Randy Harrison: Did you really think I'd pass him up? My attitude towards him is so interesting, because the first time around I hated S1 Justin's looks and attitude and was neutral the rest of the time, yet now I think he's gorgeous. I still like Gale better though: incoherency is charming.
2. Rant: I turn everything into a rant (and it's usually half-assedly philosophical). I usually get most heated in the face of blatant stupidity or homophobia.
3. Ron Weasley: His casting for the movies irks me to no end. JKR's descriptions, as well as my mental images, are very clear: He is tall, gangly, thin, and pointy-nosed. And not a hippie. Rupert Grint is the exact opposite of all these things, and looks like a pug. I will never understand how people can consider him attractive, either >_>.
4. Reevers: Firefly, for y'all who don't know. There things scare the bejeesus out of me, even though we never ever see them in the series (just the movie). Regardless, they terrify me almost as much as clowns and old women in rocking chairs.
5. Running: Something I will do almost every day for the rest of my life, because I'm addicted.
6. Rough draft: I don't write them. Instead, I labor over every sentence for an unseemly amount of time. I may delete a word or two when I'm done with an essay, but other than that my first draft IS my final draft. This doesn't seem like it would be a very clever idea, but I've pulled off all A's with this method.
7. Reminisce: I love to do this, because I'm terribly nostalgic. The past always seems so much nicer than the present, which is a silly attitude towards life - so I only indulge myself occasionally. I am planning a nostalgic-fandom post, though :)
8. Refrigerator: I dip into the fridge more times in one day than I care to count :D. I adore food, and I adore my Super Metabolism *grin*.
9. Recoil: I love this word, it's so visual. You can see someone in the act of recoiling when you hear it, it's cool *_*.
10. Radar: I went an embarrassingly long time without knowing that this was an acronym.
I ACHE ALL OVER.