Polymorphous.
This has been a brutal dead week. I had a make up chem exam last night (which I believe I failed) and then an exam in geo lab that I didn't study for and got a 96% on. (Dana, who studied and worried about it, got a 97%. Was it worth that extra 1%?) I was pleased with that but nothing else.
I am failing pretty much everything, folks. This has officially been the worst semester of my life. When I am done a week from tonight I am going to drown my sorrows one way or another - probably with tons of candy, movies, and snuggle time with Romulo.
And thank God for him! I do not want to think how upset I would be if I didn't have him to cry on twice in a twenty-four hour period. He's such an amazing guy; he's agreed to let me move my stuff into his apartment over the summer. Everything. I don't think you comprehend how much stuff I have stuffed into this bedroom in the last nine months. I took a suitcase full of books alone; another suitcase full of towels and winter clothing items, and some odds and ends I don't need this week.
So to try and relieve some of the stress I am feeling I decided to read Agatha Christie's Death on the Nile. I had never read one of her books before, but I loved Poirot on Masterpiece Mystery. I also saw the episode on Doctor Who. And Miss Marple, too. (Although Miss Marple doesn't hold a candle to Hercule Poirot. He's the definition of Shiz.) So I knew what to expect, of course. All these seemingly unnecessary details that you forget about until the end and then it's like- zing! I am incredibly proud of myself, too. I absolutely called who did it way back, but I wasn't sure how. I was thoroughly impressed by my own prowess and a little sad that I knew, too. But then again her work is so phenomenally famous that I am sure I probably heard about it before and didn't realise it. No matter. It was still a great read, and I know what I shall be reading this summer, no doubt.
It's crazy, having an iPod. Three weeks ago I didn't have a clue how to turn one on; now I live on one. It is further evidence of how far my boyfriend and I have gone.
See, what happened was he bought a MacBook a couple of years ago with the promotion where you got it and a free iPod. He loves his Mac, is nearly inseparable, and for a good reason too- that thing is amazing. But I dated the guy for a month or two before I even noticed he had the iPod. It sat abandoned on his desk which is in itself pretty much abandoned. Until one day I picked it up and looked at it for a couple of minutes. He then put it in his backpack like he'd use it but the next time I came over it was in the same place as before.
So the last time I was over there before I went to Washington (I went to Washington D.C. Did I mention that?) I found it again and he asked me if I wanted to take it with me. I said, wholeheartedly, YES! and ran home, putting as much music on it as I could get and charging the battery. I couldn't download any apps since he hadn't ever done that and iTunes wanted me to validate his credit card number. But I spent that 15 hour long car drive listening to the music he had on there and some of the music I managed to get, eventually falling asleep with Coldplay's Viva La Vida on repeat.
When I got back I told him I had put all of the Killers on there for him, and some other music I thought he would like. He said that was nice but he figured it would be with me more than with him. Which suited me just fine since I had aready decided to forget to give it to him. The next day he told me that it would be happier to be with me than with him since he didn't even know how to use it, and that I could delete whatever I didn't want. I assured him I wouldn't do that, waited a few days to make sure he was okay, and then deleted whatever I didn't want. He had tons of music videos for music I hate. (But somehow Shakira's La Tortura will NOT die. I don't get it.) I am now in the middle of loading it down with tons of music (only 8 gigs, but that is enough for my collection - Led Zeppelin doesn't take up that much space) and apps, of course.
And I would be lying if I said I wasn't in love with it. It's faster than this computer is, when I can get a signal. For some reason the apartment's wifi is a fickle lover. But I don't care because bitch, I got an (okay, maybe first gen? I don't even know) iPod touch. For free. And if that were not enough, I also have permission to download anything I want, which I will not be taking him up on since I know that is a dangerous thing. $.99 apps? No thank you. If it ain't Free, it ain't for me.
And for that last sentence I will now die. Good bye flist, you were beautiful while it lasted.
I am failing pretty much everything, folks. This has officially been the worst semester of my life. When I am done a week from tonight I am going to drown my sorrows one way or another - probably with tons of candy, movies, and snuggle time with Romulo.
And thank God for him! I do not want to think how upset I would be if I didn't have him to cry on twice in a twenty-four hour period. He's such an amazing guy; he's agreed to let me move my stuff into his apartment over the summer. Everything. I don't think you comprehend how much stuff I have stuffed into this bedroom in the last nine months. I took a suitcase full of books alone; another suitcase full of towels and winter clothing items, and some odds and ends I don't need this week.
So to try and relieve some of the stress I am feeling I decided to read Agatha Christie's Death on the Nile. I had never read one of her books before, but I loved Poirot on Masterpiece Mystery. I also saw the episode on Doctor Who. And Miss Marple, too. (Although Miss Marple doesn't hold a candle to Hercule Poirot. He's the definition of Shiz.) So I knew what to expect, of course. All these seemingly unnecessary details that you forget about until the end and then it's like- zing! I am incredibly proud of myself, too. I absolutely called who did it way back, but I wasn't sure how. I was thoroughly impressed by my own prowess and a little sad that I knew, too. But then again her work is so phenomenally famous that I am sure I probably heard about it before and didn't realise it. No matter. It was still a great read, and I know what I shall be reading this summer, no doubt.
It's crazy, having an iPod. Three weeks ago I didn't have a clue how to turn one on; now I live on one. It is further evidence of how far my boyfriend and I have gone.
See, what happened was he bought a MacBook a couple of years ago with the promotion where you got it and a free iPod. He loves his Mac, is nearly inseparable, and for a good reason too- that thing is amazing. But I dated the guy for a month or two before I even noticed he had the iPod. It sat abandoned on his desk which is in itself pretty much abandoned. Until one day I picked it up and looked at it for a couple of minutes. He then put it in his backpack like he'd use it but the next time I came over it was in the same place as before.
So the last time I was over there before I went to Washington (I went to Washington D.C. Did I mention that?) I found it again and he asked me if I wanted to take it with me. I said, wholeheartedly, YES! and ran home, putting as much music on it as I could get and charging the battery. I couldn't download any apps since he hadn't ever done that and iTunes wanted me to validate his credit card number. But I spent that 15 hour long car drive listening to the music he had on there and some of the music I managed to get, eventually falling asleep with Coldplay's Viva La Vida on repeat.
When I got back I told him I had put all of the Killers on there for him, and some other music I thought he would like. He said that was nice but he figured it would be with me more than with him. Which suited me just fine since I had aready decided to forget to give it to him. The next day he told me that it would be happier to be with me than with him since he didn't even know how to use it, and that I could delete whatever I didn't want. I assured him I wouldn't do that, waited a few days to make sure he was okay, and then deleted whatever I didn't want. He had tons of music videos for music I hate. (But somehow Shakira's La Tortura will NOT die. I don't get it.) I am now in the middle of loading it down with tons of music (only 8 gigs, but that is enough for my collection - Led Zeppelin doesn't take up that much space) and apps, of course.
And I would be lying if I said I wasn't in love with it. It's faster than this computer is, when I can get a signal. For some reason the apartment's wifi is a fickle lover. But I don't care because bitch, I got an (okay, maybe first gen? I don't even know) iPod touch. For free. And if that were not enough, I also have permission to download anything I want, which I will not be taking him up on since I know that is a dangerous thing. $.99 apps? No thank you. If it ain't Free, it ain't for me.
And for that last sentence I will now die. Good bye flist, you were beautiful while it lasted.