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feeling: like my teeth are cold
listening to: Splendora - "You're Standing On My Neck" (the full version...sweeeet)
Ahh, New York Super Fudge Chunk ice cream. I wish I could meet Ben & Jerry. I'd heartily thank them for making my college evenings a little more bearable.
Now, check this out. On Monday, our English assignment was: read the last 4 chapters of Gardner's Grendel, the first chapter of the Writing Analytically text, and the poem Howl by some drugged-up guy I don't remember the name of. And then, to write a brief (meaning around 2 pages) analytic essay on Grendel, including a specific thesis and all the other butt-tight requirements/restrictions of the college advanced writing class. And all of this is to be done by the next class meeting, TWO days later. These teachers forget that most of us up-and-coming, intelligent little scholars *koff* have OTHER classes to bust our butts for too. So anyway, I do all this, like a good little student. Monday night, I do the reading, plus my Japanese homework. Tuesday, I come up with a cruddy thesis and pound out a cruddy paper using a cruddy computer that wouldn't let me run spellcheck, format paragraphs (i.e., double spacing), or even SAVE the document. This is a problem, because I have to save it on a disk to take it to the library to print it, because my printer isn't working either. Lovely. Well, somehow it works out, I do my Japanese, get to bed before 2 *gasp*, and I get up early to go to the library. At least it's all done and out of the way.
Wrong. Turns out she just wanted a DRAFT of this stupid paper. The REVISED version isn't due till Friday. AAAARRRRRGG. And no, she didn't inform us of this Monday, nor was it on the class schedule. I HATE when they do this to me. So now, instead of getting to chill for the rest of the week, I have to go to her mailbox tomorrow to pick up my paper with her comments/advice on it, probably rewrite the stupid thing, and turn it in the next day BEFORE noon. I hate school.
Well, steering away from that... I've been on a Daria kick since I came back to school. I'm not sure how... I haven't seen it in about a year. Just didn't think of it. But for some reason I went to a Daria website I used to check out frequently - surprisingly it was still there - and found out that the following week (which is now this week), Daria was to appear on MTV several times, including two marathon dealies. This psyched me. So at last I got to see Daria again for the first time in literally a year, or more. Ah, what happiness. ^_^ Too bad this is a bit dampered by the impending end of Daria this Monday night in the movie which will be the series finale. *weeps* Geez, I love this show... possibly even more than Whose Line XD ...I think it's because I relate so well to Daria. Poor kid. But even she's more of a socialite than I'll ever be... she had a boyfriend at, like, 17... she's been liked by a few other guys... and she has more friends than I ever had at once, whether she realizes it or not. The sad part is that deep down, she WANTS to open up to the world, to have a chance at finding happiness, but something in her won't allow it. When she's invited to do stuff with friends, she wants to say yes, but she's so used to the walls built up around her that she automatically refuses every time. Very sad. I feel for her. Monday night I got to see the last regular episode (even that was a rerun), in which she hugged her best bud Jane for the first time in the whole series. I would've went "Awwwww" if not for the hilarious flabbergasted look on Jane's face when it happened. *giggles* Jane just rocks. Actually... I think I did "awwwww" a little... it was just laden with chuckling. ~_^ but Jane still just rocks.
Geh... I don't feel like equating myself to Daria any more at the moment. I feel like sleeping. But that's not gonna happen for a while yet, so... maybe I'll go crank up some music (so to speak) or do my Japanese homework or something. Woah, it's after 10. When did that happen?
Oh, and something else... I finally thought of a name for the fighting fish I got for Christmas and will probably bring here to the dorm next week. From now on he shall be called... Mitsu! Naturally, it's Japanese. ~_^ And it has different meanings... one is the infinitive form of a verb meaning "to gaze", which fits him well (he's fun t gaze at, and he likes gazing back when you gaze at him)... and I believe the other is "nectar", which I just like the sound of. So Mitsu he became. And it was good. *ahem* I kinda worry about him though... he seems ill... every now and then he just floats, dead-looking, at the surface... and sometimes he looks kinda bloated. And when he does he sems to have trouble swimming. Also, I think he has some tiny holes in his fins, and I have no clue how they got there... there's nothing in his vase that they could catch on or anything. But, most of the time he still behaves normally, and he still eats like a pig (or tries to... I've cut his feed down some... these fish don't need near as much as we used to give him), so I'm not exactly petrified yet. So he will live here on campus with me starting next week, if all goes well.
AAAOOOOW, my wrist just cracked major-loud. THAT hurt. *cries* As if this headache's not enough... where's my Tylenol...
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 1/16/2002 10:32:00 PM
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