DVD Fun

Last night my family had a big scare. We couldn't find Bucky for about 6 hours. It got to the point where I was wandering around outside shining a flashlight into the woods. Eventually, Bucky came out of hiding. We can only assume he was sleeping somewhere under my bed.

Oh Cath Cath and Jeffiner! Guess what DVD arrived yesterday!!!!! That's right. Time to plan our CSI-athon.

I Held a 40 Caliber Sig

The poker party was fun last night. I don't think I'll be able to support myself by gambling. And I have yet to learn how to properly shuffle. But I do enjoy betting over non-existent money. Also, you know, it was good to see some of my oldest friends etc. etc. etc.

So yesterday, Christmas came again. I got three UPS packages. Then I got ANOTHER package in the mail. Very exciting. I heart Amazon and I look forward to getting the rest of my gifts to myself. Tee hee hee. I have a DVD problem.

I finished wrapping my college friends' Christmas presents. I'm rather proud of myself and my skills with a bow.

Spa Day

My mom and I went shopping. Then we went and had facials. Good time.

Lots of internal debate.

Bah Humbug

Christmas was good.

Moving on. Everyone, excluding Bucky, seems to be annoyed in this household. I tried to resist getting involved. But a person can only take so many snappy comments before one's decent mood is slowly chipped away. New promise to self: No grocery shopping with parents ever. I also wish they hadn't taken the whole next week off of work. Clearly, I'm going to be driven batty. My eye already feels the need to twitch. That is all.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas!

Seeking Advice and Other News from My Life

Last night, I was worried about a certain social event that I must attend tonight. I haven't seen/spoken to the people in over a year. I had my reasons. So, I've been searching my brain on how to behave like a nice-normal-sane-stable-human-person/good-Christian.

Firstly, I looked in my Bible for advice on how I should behave. I was reading Romans and was on Chapter 13. It wasn't overly comforting since it's all about the government. Even the reiteration of "Love your neighbor as yourself" in verse 9 wasn't overly comforting for my screwy head.

After setting aside my Bible, I decided to try to relax/laugh with the newest Christopher Moore book: The Stupidest Angel.
And wow! Does God work in mysterious ways, because the first thing I read was uber-relevant to my situation. It was the first paragraph of chapter 8:

"Christmas Amnesty. You can fall out of contact with a friend, fail to return calls, ignore e-mails, avoid eye contact at the Thrifty-Mart, forget birthdays, anniversaries and reunions, and if you show up at their house during the holidays (with a gift) they are socially bound to forgive you-act like nothing happened. Decorum dictates that the friendship move forward from that point, without guilt or recrimination...(Look, Christmas Amnesty is a wonderful thing, but it's not a dimensional shift. The laws of time and space continue to apply, even if you have been avoiding your friends. But don't try using the expansion of the universe as an excuse-like you kept meaning to stop by, but their house kept getting farther away. That crap won't wash. Just say "Sorry I haven't called. Merry Christmas." Then show the present. Christmas Amnesty protocol dictates that your friend say, "That's okay," and let you in without further comment. This is the way it has always been done.)"
~Christopher Moore (pp. 108-109)
Wowsers. Let's analyze this with my life.
-I fell out of contact. CHECK.
-I failed to return calls. CHECK.
-I did NOT ignore e-mails (although I wish I did-The first e-mail I responded to made some one mad...so in the second one I put smiley faces...but they still haven't received that e-mail)But I did ignore text messages. That should count. PARTIAL CHECK.
-I did NOT avoid eye contact. (Mainly because I haven't been close enough to any of them to do so)
-I did forget birthdays. CHECK.
So that gives me 3.5/5. I'm calling a pretty good match.

The only problem with all of this is that I'm not bringing a gift. I'll be bringing food. I might have to spring for a nice pie. Surely good food should have an equivalent effect as a present. But in the book, even having a gift didn't help the main character. But he was dealing with a socially inept middle-aged man. I'm dealing with twenty-something girls. The odds must be in my favor. *Everybody smile and nod at the crazy person-ie me*

Turning to another aspect of life, all my grades are in. Kind of upsetting. I have had to wave bye-bye to my GPA. But, I don't think all my slacking is really to blame. The only class in which "more effort" could have helped me was Spanish. But I actually did put forth quite a bit of effort. *shrugs* Here's hoping I can get the ol' GPA back up a little next semester.

Well, apparently my father is having minor surgery right now, so I'm going to go and read by the window. On the plus side, at least my parents mentioned having the surgery this time. In the past, my father has tried to keep it a secret. *rolls eyes at the crazy man, whose genes I inherited*

Double-Yeah-ness

Just realized with time zone difference, I'll get HP book sooner than if I was in the U.S.

*shrieks with joy and runs around in circles in headless-chicken fashion*

Yeah-ness!

The next Harry Potter book comes out the day before my Birthday!

Britt and I will be in London! How exciting is that?!!!!

It's not Slacking When There's Nothing You're Supposed to be Doing

Not much is going on. I'm enjoying my lack of actual stuff to do.

Every conversation my parents have always ends up being about house construction. It's getting a little old. And I'm ready for construction workers to not be in the house.

I dodged a major bullet. My parents, worried for my safety, wanted all the house doors to be locked so the construction workers would have to knock and wake me so that I could open the door for them. This entire plot was for my safety...no strange men in the house alone with a sleeping me. But I did not like the whole "waking me up" aspect of the plan. As concerned as my parents are for my "virtue," my father's actual use of the word "virtue" made me feel like I belonged in an 18th century novel. Sigh.
I've been plotting about my father's gift. I think it'll work out. If only my art skills were advanced beyond those of a 12-year-old....

My mom and I will never agree on a movie that we both want to see. Ever. But at least my taste is SO much better than hers.

That is the extent of the interesting in my life.

Oh, and Alan owes me a meal. Ha. I win. Loser. *sticks tongue out at you then laughs evilly*

Home

Am home.

Slightly upset. Know Father saw his Christmas present when he helped me bring in my stuff. Am trying to determine how to proceed...gift needs some element of surprise.

That is all.

Early

My eyes hurt.

Due to a lack of preparation, I'm worried about this Spanish final. I had a good dream about getting accepted into grad school that woke me up early, I've been trying to study since then. Although, the dream is tainted by the fact that I got into a school that I haven't even applied to in real life. Clearly, am still God's joke.

Only one grade reported so far. It's the grad class *rolls eyes for no particular reason.* I got a 3.5. I don't know if I'm glad or disappointed. It could be too early in the morning for me to have any actual emotion or determine what it is I'm feeling. All I know is, my overall GPA at the moment is 3.9666. The "666" thing is kinda freaking me out. I'm hoping another grade will be reported soon so it'll change.

Meh. Don't wanna take a final.

Still Procrastinating

Went P.F. Changs with the girlies. Best food ever. Yum. So eating the leftovers tonight...after I study. Which I will do. Study. Study. Study. That is what I will be doing...eventually.

Still reigning Miss Procrastination 2004.

18 Hours to Final Final

So studying last night was not so much studying as it was slacking. I'm starting to worry about my need to study and my unwillingness to actually sit down and do work.

So what am I going to do about this situation?

I'm going to go running.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Miss Procrastination 2004.

Have come to the conclusion that I don't really want to go home for break. Yes, I want to be in my house, see my parents...but that's it. I'd much rather go to a foreign country for break...or go on a cruise. Anywhere but GR would do nicely. If only....

Is There Such a Thing as Too Much Coffee?

I'm feeling kinda shaky over here. I think it might be caused by the fact that I had two venti coffees at starbucks (a gingerbread latte and a pepperment mocha...mmmmmm). I'd say I shouldn't do things like that...but it's just so much fun.

I rewrote the beginning of my story today. I think I like it better than the old beginning. I'll determine how I actually feel about it at a later date.

I am very proud of myself. I actually did some studying for my Spanish final. It's not until Friday. Thus the pride. And I procrastinated by calculating the grade I need on the final to get a 4.0. I need 51/50. The odds are not in my favor. Sigh. But there are 2 homework assignments that I never got back...if I did at least decent on one of them, then I still have a slim chance. But on the plus side, I could probably not study at all and pull of an overall 3.5...OR I could not take the final at all, go home now and receive a nice-happy 2.5. I think I'll hold out and try for the 3.5/4.0. I may have become a slacker, but I'm not about to commit academic suicide...I'll save that for next semester or over the summer.

Have had one final so far. I prefer not to think of it. Bad. Despite preparation. Fear will have same bad turnout as I did at the midterm. Evil-prof-man will write letters of recommendation saying "don't accept this girl. She knows nothing about Western Literary Criticism." But as I wrote, I'm not going to think about that. *shudder shudder shudder*
It was amusing though, because both roomie and I had our worst finals at the same time. So we got to dread/celebrate together. That's solidarity.

Dudes! My hand is shaking.

Off to possibly-just-maybe study/call a doctor to ask if there is such a thing as too much coffee.

From Slacker to Kinda Slacker

See, I'm being much more productive today. I have a page of one of my essays written.

And, I mean, this time yesterday, I was still asleep.

Vast improvement if I do say so myself.

I think I'm going to go running.

Slacker Anthem

Yeah, so...exams. I should totally start preparing for those.

eh.

Tomorrow.

I Wanna Be a Producer

Oh my goodness! The Producers was totally-good-awsome-wonderful and funny. The sets and choriagraphy were super-amazing. Yeah for the goodness.

The thing that impressed me the most was the fact that Alan Ruck was one of the lead roles. He played Cameron in Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Stuart on Spin City. Dudes! He can sing and dance! Way impressive.

Everybody Do a Dance of Joy

Have finished draft of paper!

Paper is 14.5 pages long, thus meeting minimum requirement of being 15 pages. Major yeah!

Now must joyfully slack. Will edit stupid-super-long-(COMPLETE) paper later.

Pointless Quiz-that is fun

Gotta Love the Sarcasm

In Spanish, Prof-Lady briefly discussed how to form sarcastic statements. Granted, they're just in the infinitive, but I was still amused.

I was a very good girl today. I got a lot of work done AND went running for the first time in months.

Well, Evil-Prof-Man has decided that he will send his letters of recommendation late. That's right. He wants to see how I do on the final. My grade is already on the line in that class. Oh the pressure. Evil-Prof-Man is clearly trying to drive me insane.

Feeling dizzy for no particular reason. Will go to bed soon.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (one of Dad's favorite movies)

On the plus side, am on page 8.25 of evil-bad-long paper. And only need to write one more page to meet today's goal.

On the negative side, am not sure I have enough argument to go on for another 6.75 pages.

Situation may become worrisome. Know not what to do.

Bah humbug, I say, bah humbug.

Thinking beyond major problem of this week, I saw a honors councilor. Had to resubmit some papers since schedule changed so drastically, but it looks like they won't try to drag me off of stage when I attempt to graduate in the spring. Of course, if I don't finish evil-bad-long paper, they may be able to find another reason to drag me away: Failing.

Back to evil-bad-long paper.

Still No Work Done on Paper

Here are a few pictures I thought I should share with you:

First we have my father's car taken with a "fish eye" lense.

If only the car really looked like that.

Next we have the kitchen (still in progress). This picture would have been taken from about where the fridge used to be.


Lastly, we have my mom attempting to put stuff away in her new shelves.

Reach, shorty, reach! Apparently my father will automatically get all of the top shelves.

The Cheese Stands Alone

As you all know, I had every intention of doing work yesterday at the library. Every intention. I even did some work. Ie. shortening my paper by 2 pages.

Then Britt and Leslie came. They tore me away from my computer so we could go to Barnes and Noble. Then we saw Rose's show. It was the Christmas episode involving Jesus 2.0. And no work was done for the rest of the night.

In conclusion, if I write 13 pages today, I just might be okay. *Laughs at self and decides dropping out might be best alternative*

Work Work Work

Am connected to wireless network right now. Am feeling pretty good about myself. Tee hee. Is wireless network so cool because it lacks wires alone or is there another reason? I will dive in and find answers to this mystery.

Am waiting in the library to start major study session with Britt and Leslie. As you can see, I'm really getting a head start.

Tee hee. Wireless. As in, no long blue cable. Bye bye cord. And here I was not wanting to drag the cord along so I'd avoid the internet all together and would get real work done. Silly me.

Time to hook up to AIM via wireless network.

Eventful Day

I can't even remember yesterday, so I won't talk about that.

But today, I did the hanging out thing with Rachel. Good times.

I also had my last screenwriting meeting. *sheds tear* The prof thinks I'm all innocent and lacking a dark side. If only he knew.

Then this afternoon, in an attempt to be more social, I agreed to go with my friend Leslie and her buddy to Flint. More good times. The details of this trip will keep me laughing for years to come. Key words to jog my memory:
*lion's den
*superstore
*3 fat dogs
*2 faced cat
*fireplace-in-bathroom
*crossdressing recommendations at Meijers
*pirates
*purple dinosaur
*gift ideas for Roomie

Will start writing 15 page paper tomorrow...I promise.

While It's Still Today....

Happy Independence Day, Rachel!







Well, I'm beat. Off to bed.

Will it work?

Blogger appears to be working for me again. Excitement.

Laser Tag = good time.

That is all for the moment. Actual life information to come at another time.

Irony: A Spanish grammar professor using incorrect English grammar.