oh wow.

Since I started school, I have had absolutely no time to write, aside from the random scribbling in my journal. And, yes, the journal is more important than the blog. Sorry, guys! I like my privacy.

To be honest, I thought that this blog would be finished once I moved to Los Angeles, and I even considered moving this over to WordPress after hearing some advice from a friend. This was back in late November-early December, but my brilliant scheme didn't get past the "what a wonderful idea!" phase and, well, my schedule got a bit more full.

Let's see...last blog post since November...what's gone on since then?

I started school in January, and, so far, it's been quite wonderful.
I turned eighteen, and I get to vote on Super Tuesday!
I moved out...kind of.
Several of my good friends moved away to go to school.
I've logged thousands of hours on Facebook and AIM as a result.
I used video chat for the first time (a monumental event!)
I miss my dog, my baby-boo.
I'm thinking about forgoing journalism.
I packed too much stuff for my dorm room.
I've met a lot of interesting people.
One of my professors is a radical feminist. Well, not especially radical, but a feminist. (Hold on to your penises, lads.)
I'm taking French, and it's freaking awesome.
I live with other people my age, which is pretty awesome.
I miss 'House' a lot because I miss 'House' a lot.
My procrastination habit is fucking me over.

Like right now.

My problem right now is that I can't concentrate on this paper because I am hating the prompt...and, for some reason, I can't seem to organize my ideas. They keep on falling out of my brain like sand in a sieve-- I just can't grasp why.

I don't know. I don't need sleep-- I slept in this morning until about noon. My sleep debt is paid in advance for the next week, since I did the same on Saturday morning too. Right now, I'd like a nice mug of tea, but I'm afraid it'll make me doze off a bit. Maybe I shouldn't have gone home this weekend.

Gross-- I think that someone outside just said that they found bugs in their room. If I have to live with roaches in a room that I'm paying insane rent for, I may shank someone, and it won't be a roach.

There goes that rattling noise again on the fridge. I'd better go.

Au revoir mes amis,

♥ l.l

P.S. GO GIANTS! That was one seriously close game...well done, guys.

no riot.

I guess there wasn't a riot at USC after all. Protesting, yes (plenty), but no gassing or rubber bullets of any kind.

Well, I guess it's back to studying (read: procrastinating) for me. Ugh. I wish I wasn't here right now, but at home nursing a cup of hot mint tea for my stomach. I think I've caught something nasty.

I'm considering switching to WordPress. A friend told me that it was easier to import notes and that the blog format was just... better. Blogger's alright, but right now, I don't really have any time to change everything around. It can wait until Thanksgiving, or Christmas, even. However, I do have enough time to write a blog entry. Yes, I'm a hypocrite, and no, don't sue me, lest I go Typhoid Mary on you and infect you with whatever crappy stomach virus I've got that's making me feel horrible at the moment.

That reminds me of this skit (ergh) that I and a group of my fellow freshmen had to do for a project way back when.

I don't remember it very well (I think that the memory of the event was so terrible that I voluntarily blocked it out of my memory), but I do recall doing the project on environmental hygiene or something like that, and being forced to play Mary Mallon. (For those of you who don't know who Mary Mallon is or what typhoid is, click here.)

I do remember that I was supposed to be cooking oversized flapjacks in a little inn in the middle of the woods in a logging camp in the middle of nowhere. All of the loggers were in love with my cooking and wondered where I got the chocolate chips to put in the pancakes. During the entire scene, my hands were under the table, I remember. I pulled my Nutella-covered hands out from under the table, scratched my nose, wiped them on my apron, and asked,


"Eh? What chocolate chips? That sounds delicious!"

Use your imagination...

Oh yes. I played Typhoid Mary, and I played it well. Ugh, the lady in the room behind me is hacking. No wonder why I feel blerrrgh. Time to move to another desk. Well, actually, I have to turn in this computer in a couple of minutes anyway, so I might as well go back to the first floor in a few. Maybe...I can renew it...

Back to work. I can't afford to miss another day, although I wouldn't mind not going to class tomorrow.

Oh my GOD! Only a month and a half left...I am soooo terribly excited that it's terrible and exciting all at the same time. I think my morale just shot up about five happy points. :]

Hm. Maybe I should be a tutor. They seem to be making a killing around here.

emo (excluding the gobs of dark eye goop).

I've been feeling so unmotivated lately. I can't really say that it's me being especially busy with the first semester of school (although that's definitely part of it), or me being depressed, or there being something seriously wrong with my life (as in...having the plague, losing a digit to frostbite, etc.) that's coloring everything a sorry shade of blue, but I just can't seem to bring myself to do anything creative. I don't even bitch in my journal anymore, and I used to do that on a regular basis with such relish and abandon that I thought, for a nanosecond, that I should get it published during my lifetime.

(Now, I think I'll wait and will it to some unsuspecting relative. But, we'll see.)

Ugh. I just don't know what it is! It comes and goes. I don't think it's the hormones, and I'm not medicated or anything...and I haven't had a pole rammed through my frontal lobe lately.

Maybe it's physics? Nah. Not after our professor told us about this. I don't think I'll ever look at a shooting star in the same way ever, ever again.

But, wait. Maybe there is an explanation for my melancholy.

Maybe I am mutating into some kind of EMO person?

Well. Me. Emo. Well, now, let's just see.

I wear black (although, that can't count too much because it's fall) a lot, I'm feeling angsty a lot, I think that I attract the emo-tastic members of the opposite sex (at least the ones in the library), I've discovered that I like certain aspects of emo music, and...Ron was one of my favorite characters in the Harry Potter.

What...could this POSSIBLY mean!?

I think I'm turning emo-oo-oo, I think I'm turning emo-oo-oo, I really think so.

There is a large spider bite on my forearm. Is it possible that I could be mutating into...Spiderwoman?

I don't think I've ever looked better in Spandex, if I may say so myself.

Oh god. It's after 1:30 a.m. I'm getting too old for these meaningless (I've been staring at my Physics book for the past hour wondering what terrible thing I did in a past life to deserve such karma) all-nighters.

Uhhnnnnh. Time to fall back...more sleep = more happiness?

why, trojans, why?

Ann Coulter's coming to speak at USC after being invited by a student Republican group over yonder.

Something tells me that it's not going to fly well with the rest of the tolerant, thinking, feeling, rational student population. I won't be surprised if the whole fray (assuming that there is one, after she plasters the crowd with remarks like these) ends up on television.

Hooray!!!

At least some people still derive their sense of humor from jokes that don't bash Jews, homosexuality, and September 11th widows...

eddie izzard...

is funny.

"Cake or death?"

"Uh, death please. No, no-- I meant 'cake'!

...and then the 'Learning French' one is funny, too.

We just finished studying Stonehenge in Art a couple weeks back...

"Before Stonehenge, there was Woodhenge and Strawhenge..."