Chicago weather has ADD or something. I wake up freezing and in need of a winter coat, but by evening, I need to open the window to get some air circulation in my stuffy apartment. It makes dressing appropriately really damn difficult, because either I'm freezing half the day or burning up the other half ( Read more... )

Class has been in session for a week now. It's a little early to know for certain, but I may have actually managed my first ever semester without a single course that makes me want to hurt myself. I'm not in love with any of them so far either, but none of them are worse than tolerable. I'm taking gay history, programming level two, designing ( Read more... )

My motivation to write in any form seems to be dwindling. I'm lurking in a lot more forums and blogs lately, but really feel no desire to spend an hour chronicling my two cents on Glee's finale (absolutely terrible, by the way, don't expect me to keep watching season 2 if things don't improve) or whatever. I can't manage to get any stories moving ( Read more... )

I've pretty much had my worst fears founded, regarding this summer class thing. I was feeling dumb for being clueless on how to do a homework project the professor said should take "fifteen minutes." Then I turned to a friend for help -- who has completed one programming class more advanced than mine -- and he took a while to figure out how to ( Read more... )

I need to stock up on popsicles. I don't know how else I'll survive this heat. It's not even 85 degrees (F) and I come home drenched in sweat and miserable. And then the cat wants to snuggle, isn't that sweet of her. Ever since I left her alone for a weekend, I swear she's been more clingy. I can't sit down to work without her jumping on my lap -- ( Read more... )

Note to my flist: This is an excerpt from my latest friends-only post. I liked the essay aspect of it so much I thought I would paste it here publicly out of context, with all the potentially offensive ranting about specific teachers and departments and schools cut out. Anyone who wants a bit of backstory as to what fit of fury encouraged me to ( Read more... )

I'm not sure I'll ever understand why planes make me so tense while trains relax me. I don't mean psychologically either. The motion of the plane, especially in descents (and swerves, and ascents, and anytime there's any turbulence ever), makes me physically unwell. I was glad to have taken a seat clear in the back so that I'd have a good five ( Read more... )

I'm on edge in an excited way. I ordered a tablet. I was going to get one eventually, but I wasn't planning this soon. Then I had to on account of school. My final art project is just not feasible without one. I went ahead and got a Wacom (apparently no other tablet company is even worth considering) Bamboo because I did the measuring and small ( Read more... )

Well, since the folks on my Facebook have been so helpful (in not commenting at all), I figured I might as well try re-posting this here ( Read more... )

It's funny 'cos it's true. I wonder what it is about college that makes (some) teenagers become nostalgic instead of snotty? I got the "Eeew, you play Pokemon?" thing even in grade school though, thanks to asshole extremist Christians. "I'm gonna tell my mom to pray you stop liking Pokemon!" I'm gonna pray God helps you find a new brain to replace ( Read more... )