To days of inspiration...
[ mood | 
bouncy ]
[ music | Seasons of Love // Tango Maureen // Take Me Or Leave Me ]
You'd think I'd come off this break getting regular amounts of sleep, refreshed and ready to come back to school, right?
Ha. I'm so kidding. (Big laugh there. Anyway, moving on.)
So I managed to squander away the break without getting anything done on my college apps-- and let me clarify. The college to which I wish to attend the most already has my transcript, SAT scores and full application. It was in on November 13, before their Financial Aid deadline. So why, you might ask, am I still applying to other colleges?
It's a question I wish to pose to my mother, who invariably will lecture and/or yell, and add another school to the list, insisting I need more backup options. Okay. I need a backup option. I understand that. UTSA. I know I could walk onto that soccer team, the campus is gorgeous and it's about 3 hours away. Makes sense, low tuitions, got it. Back up to the back up, UTD. Less of a campus, more like a UofH feel without being at home. Also fine. Cool. I'm set, right?
Ha, again. I'm so kidding.
But enough of my whining. Turkey Day needs a little homage, I think.
Instead of traditional meeting at a relative's house with a sort of potluck feel, my family (or some of them, anyway) opted to go down to Galveston and eat at the fancy-schmancy San Luis Hotel.
What. A. Fucking. Spread.
Buffet style without having to stand in a single line; a dessert table spanning the entire length of the back wall; a brunch/breakfast table if you weren't in the mood; seafood section in an enclosed glass room to the right; regular Thanksgiving day feast with all the trimmings and then some. AND PRIME RIB. God, that was really, really, really (I'm just going to go on for a while with this, so feel free to scroll down), REALLY GOOD.
And there was fruit and pie and more pie and cheesecake and German chocolate cake and an ice cream bar and I could go on for a very long time. It was good. And I didn't really take pictures of the food, like I should have, but I did get a fuzzy picture of an electric trumpet, yes, you read that right, folks. The guy (and his twin brother, that was a cool revelation) were playing jazzy, soothing, digesting music. It was so awesome, because I heard Besame Mucho, which I recognized from Cabaret Night, and it's like a guitar sounding thing coming out of a black trumpet with neon blue lights.
SO cool.
In other news, I managed to stay inside my house, not even venture outside for one millisecond for a full 60 hours. I slept for a good portion of that, but I consider that a feat in and of itself as well.
Then I went out to lunch with Marlee, chatted Liz up and watched some SVU season three and got myself thoroughly and excessively entangled at Amalie's until around 10:30.
Seriously, she was stroking my hair and putting me to sleep. It's dangerous to drive when you're sleepy. But that's not the point. The point is she wouldn't let me leave. And she was tapping for a good hour and a half of the time, AND she tried to do chemistry homework. Let it also be known that I killed her frog. (She was doodling and I couldn't stop giggling, and as such the black-inked frog was doomed never to become the doodle he could have been. It's always my fault at Amalie's house. Always.)
Today ended up alright, then, I suppose. Except Amalie can read my emotions better than I can. It's unsettling. In a good way, I suppose. I'm going to stop supposing things. I'm going to stop talking, actually. (No, I'm not. I ramble and this is a darned good track I've gotten on, haven't repeated myself once, yet!)
Managed to stay up until six in the morning TWICE since Thursday. Beat that. Also... I'll probably be up late tonight for no good reason. And I didn't get my photography done because it was shitty outside for three days straight.
Oh. My hair is pretty. :D It kinda gets out of control sometimes, as Liz will attest.
But besides my crazy hairs and mad procrastination skills, I did sleep a lot. 'Til after three in the afternoon, one day. I'm moderately proud of that.
As far as the title goes... it's my lament that I didn't get to write on my NaNo hardly at all. The good thing is I'm trying to keep going with it. Hopefully I'll crest 25000 words before the month is out. Lofty and pretty much unattainable goal at this point, considering I've only got about 10110, but hey. 50000 in a month is pretty ridiculous to start out with. I at least have a skeleton for where I want to go with it. This is more typing than I've done on it in the past four days. Damnit. *sigh* I was so hopeful, too. I even put off reading! There were Seven of Nine Star Trek novels to be had, and I passed on them!
Fucking November. *pout* (I'm not really mad. Just miffed that I didn't do what I thought I would.)
Also? Saw Transformers for the first time this weekend. *high pitched voice* Awesome!
Double also; saw Live Free or Die Hard too. Yipee-ki-yay, motherfucker! Uncut version makes me soooo happy.
Triple also: Bought 300. Soooo pretty. Commentary is also FTW.
Also^4: Bought RENT, listened to the commentary. Adam and Anthony and Christopher giggle the entire time. It's FANTASTIC.
Anywho. I'd like to finish with a meme; it was the reason I was going to post, and then I realized I'd done nothing of substantive value for some time.
If you had me alone...locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? repost this in your LJ. You might be surprised with the responses you get.
bouncy ]
[ music | Seasons of Love // Tango Maureen // Take Me Or Leave Me ]
You'd think I'd come off this break getting regular amounts of sleep, refreshed and ready to come back to school, right?
Ha. I'm so kidding. (Big laugh there. Anyway, moving on.)
So I managed to squander away the break without getting anything done on my college apps-- and let me clarify. The college to which I wish to attend the most already has my transcript, SAT scores and full application. It was in on November 13, before their Financial Aid deadline. So why, you might ask, am I still applying to other colleges?
It's a question I wish to pose to my mother, who invariably will lecture and/or yell, and add another school to the list, insisting I need more backup options. Okay. I need a backup option. I understand that. UTSA. I know I could walk onto that soccer team, the campus is gorgeous and it's about 3 hours away. Makes sense, low tuitions, got it. Back up to the back up, UTD. Less of a campus, more like a UofH feel without being at home. Also fine. Cool. I'm set, right?
Ha, again. I'm so kidding.
But enough of my whining. Turkey Day needs a little homage, I think.
Instead of traditional meeting at a relative's house with a sort of potluck feel, my family (or some of them, anyway) opted to go down to Galveston and eat at the fancy-schmancy San Luis Hotel.
What. A. Fucking. Spread.
Buffet style without having to stand in a single line; a dessert table spanning the entire length of the back wall; a brunch/breakfast table if you weren't in the mood; seafood section in an enclosed glass room to the right; regular Thanksgiving day feast with all the trimmings and then some. AND PRIME RIB. God, that was really, really, really (I'm just going to go on for a while with this, so feel free to scroll down), REALLY GOOD.
And there was fruit and pie and more pie and cheesecake and German chocolate cake and an ice cream bar and I could go on for a very long time. It was good. And I didn't really take pictures of the food, like I should have, but I did get a fuzzy picture of an electric trumpet, yes, you read that right, folks. The guy (and his twin brother, that was a cool revelation) were playing jazzy, soothing, digesting music. It was so awesome, because I heard Besame Mucho, which I recognized from Cabaret Night, and it's like a guitar sounding thing coming out of a black trumpet with neon blue lights.
SO cool.
In other news, I managed to stay inside my house, not even venture outside for one millisecond for a full 60 hours. I slept for a good portion of that, but I consider that a feat in and of itself as well.
Then I went out to lunch with Marlee, chatted Liz up and watched some SVU season three and got myself thoroughly and excessively entangled at Amalie's until around 10:30.
Seriously, she was stroking my hair and putting me to sleep. It's dangerous to drive when you're sleepy. But that's not the point. The point is she wouldn't let me leave. And she was tapping for a good hour and a half of the time, AND she tried to do chemistry homework. Let it also be known that I killed her frog. (She was doodling and I couldn't stop giggling, and as such the black-inked frog was doomed never to become the doodle he could have been. It's always my fault at Amalie's house. Always.)
Today ended up alright, then, I suppose. Except Amalie can read my emotions better than I can. It's unsettling. In a good way, I suppose. I'm going to stop supposing things. I'm going to stop talking, actually. (No, I'm not. I ramble and this is a darned good track I've gotten on, haven't repeated myself once, yet!)
Managed to stay up until six in the morning TWICE since Thursday. Beat that. Also... I'll probably be up late tonight for no good reason. And I didn't get my photography done because it was shitty outside for three days straight.
Oh. My hair is pretty. :D It kinda gets out of control sometimes, as Liz will attest.
But besides my crazy hairs and mad procrastination skills, I did sleep a lot. 'Til after three in the afternoon, one day. I'm moderately proud of that.
As far as the title goes... it's my lament that I didn't get to write on my NaNo hardly at all. The good thing is I'm trying to keep going with it. Hopefully I'll crest 25000 words before the month is out. Lofty and pretty much unattainable goal at this point, considering I've only got about 10110, but hey. 50000 in a month is pretty ridiculous to start out with. I at least have a skeleton for where I want to go with it. This is more typing than I've done on it in the past four days. Damnit. *sigh* I was so hopeful, too. I even put off reading! There were Seven of Nine Star Trek novels to be had, and I passed on them!
Fucking November. *pout* (I'm not really mad. Just miffed that I didn't do what I thought I would.)
Also? Saw Transformers for the first time this weekend. *high pitched voice* Awesome!
Double also; saw Live Free or Die Hard too. Yipee-ki-yay, motherfucker! Uncut version makes me soooo happy.
Triple also: Bought 300. Soooo pretty. Commentary is also FTW.
Also^4: Bought RENT, listened to the commentary. Adam and Anthony and Christopher giggle the entire time. It's FANTASTIC.
Anywho. I'd like to finish with a meme; it was the reason I was going to post, and then I realized I'd done nothing of substantive value for some time.
If you had me alone...locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? repost this in your LJ. You might be surprised with the responses you get.