the facts are these

IT'S STILL RAINING! IT'S BEEN RAINING ALL WEEK! EVERY TIME I STEP OUTSIDE MY DOOR I GET SOAKED! MY JEANS NEVER FULLY DRY. IT'S RAINING TOO HARD FOR ME TO GO ANYWHERE TO BUY RAIN BOOTS SO MY SHOES KEEP GETTING DRENCHED! IT'S BEEN POURING THE ENTIRE AFTERNOON AND I WANTED TO GO TO THE OTHER BORDERS! I NEED TO GO BUY MILK! I AM GOING GO INSANE IF I CAN'T LEAVE THE APARTMENT FOR MORE THAN AN HOUR AT A TIME!

I didn't get into the lab. Of course not. And I was finally able to check in to my Women in Literature class and I need the textbook and I don't have the textbook and I've missed a module and I don't want to take a class where I have to write another essay EVER AGAIN, and I'm TERRIBLE with online classes, WHY would I EVER think I should take a class that I'm not interested in and in a format that I've PROVEN to be terrible at and swore I'd never take again? OH RIGHT, MY PARENTS PRESSURED ME INTO IT.

I want to cry. I would feel so much better about this if it weren't RAINING ALL THE GODDAMN TIME.

Edit: Dropped the fucking class, it told me I now have a W for the course, which I'm pissed about, and fuck that, and I'm going to go rail at the registrar until they delete it. WHEN IT STOPS RAINING.

Summer term starts tomorrow. I think that means a close to the lazy, dreamlike way everything's been for the past few weeks. I'm going to have to crack down on how late I stay up.

Right now all I'm taking is Chem II, but my parents have been somewhat begging me to take another class. So I'm browsing the course catalog, seeing if anyone has ditched a class I might like.

My mother came up yesterday and after an argument, we went to Ikea and found me a bookcase for my living room so it could look more complete. It's amazing how much one piece did for the room. Honestly, incredible. I'm going to take pictures today and post them later this evening.

Speaking of photos, does anyone have a working keygen for Photoshop CS3? The one I downloaded (that took forever) didn't open because of a problem with a .NET account, or something like that. Very frustrating. I'd love to be able to edit my photos for upload again.

I'm still looking for a roommate. I have a pretty good prospect in the form of my cousin's friend Kyle, and I'm hoping to god that it works out, because we literally cannot afford to pay this apartment over the summer. And I can't renew here because I have no idea if I could get a roommate for another year here, and the date passed by, and month to month the rent goes up by $150. All this crap just makes me want to cry. I have no idea what to do. I love it here. I love this apartment and the location and everything about it.

What kind of communist schedules an exam at seven in the morning? I ask you! My alarm went off at six this morning and you know how Sheldon Cooper yells "DANGER, DANGER!" when he wakes up? It was pretty much like that. I clawed at the screen on my cell phone because it was TOO BRIGHT OH GOD STOP THE BUZZING and it seriously took me thirty seconds of pawing at it to realize what it was.

I made it through about 45 minutes of the exam on the two cups of coffee I had before I stopped being able to read words. Several things of note in the exam.

1. There was a question involving relative placement of the Philippines to New Guinea. I could not remember exactly where New Guinea was, just a general South Pacific region. All I could hear was J.D. in my head saying "You could dance your way there from Old Guinea." NOT. HELPFUL.

2. One of the possible answers to a question about energy flow? "Violates the laws of thermodynamics and all that is decent."

3. I was sorely tempted to define ecology as "D: A way to make a class more difficult than the easy A I rightly deserve." But I refrained.

4. What the fuck was up with that keystone species diagram? I understand what a keystone species is, but good god, that diagram was incomprehensible.

5. I'm going back to bed until 11, at which time I will rise again and clean my apartment before my dad comes over.

I just barely made it to class this morning. They closed the large parking garage near my building and I could just circle the building like a shark, able to see my class but not get to it. I finally stalked a really beardy hipster to his car (late 90s Civic, of course) and got to class about five minutes late.

My physics lab begins at 8:30 AM every Friday. It has begun at 8:30 every Friday since January. There are maybe two, three labs left.

Last night I dreamed that I woke up at my parents' house and panicked because it was 7:30 AM and the lab was at 8 AM and it takes me an hour to get to campus from my parents' house and I didn't have enough time to go to the lab before it was over, and I've already missed one lab and if I miss another I'll lose points. I spent half the dream trying to find some way to fix this and there was something in the background about Hannah Montana. Then, in the dream, I woke up and went to lab, which was now in an auditorium, and I was sitting next to lindi_of_rohan, whom I haven't seen in like two years or something, and she had a tiny chihuahua on the seat next to her. I told her about the earlier dream, we laughed, and then watched a movie about two old movie stars, Lily and Vivian Charles. Yes, really. I didn't catch that one until fifteen minutes after I woke up.

So I got up at 7:15, was out the door by 7:45 and got here at 8:00, pleased with myself and surprised that no one else was in the room. But then I sit down and realize I've gotten here a half an hour early and drank two cups of coffee to just sit here and wait around in an empty room until 8:30.

So I spent this time watching Gilmore Girls and the greatest thing in the world.

Dream: I dreamed that I lived next door to Deputy Leo from Veronica Mars. Odd, since I haven't watched that show in months, but okay. Apparently in my dream history, he used to have a thing for me. My dream even included a flashback. He liked recycling, too. But, dream me somehow managed to fuck it up and turn him down and now he hated me and I felt guilty about it and wished I could fix it somehow.

I AM NOT KIDDING. MY DREAMS, THEY ARE NOT SUBTLE.

I just typed this whole thing about how I can see that gross kid who chews on his fingers all the time but it grossed me out to even think about it that much, and it's kind of boring if you're not sitting near him feeling bile rise in your throat.

I'm debating whether or not to move my computer desk into the living room. Thrilling, I know. I have so little out there now that I definitely have the room, but where will I put my glasses when I sleep? Right now I just have my sofa and a handful of end tables. (Seriously, I have like five.) One of which holds the TV. I don't have any creative solutions popping out at me for what to do with this room. And I need another access point, because right now my wireless doesn't work.

To get back to class-related bitching, there's this woman in Ecology here that drives me up the wall. She's in her fifties, with mom jeans and curly suburban mom hair. And she constantly, constantly, CONSTANTLY talks in class. I'm not saying talking to the people next to her or anything, she raises her hand at EEEEVERYTHING. In the middle of lecture, she'll raise her hand and start, not arguing with the professor, but, like, debating with him. She'll bring up things that should be asked at the end of lecture, or in office hours. And she can't just answer a simple question, like when, for instance, Dr. Jenkins is trying to remember the name Brazilian tree peppers. She has to go on about how they're in her neighborhood, and she sees them all the time, and oh my God shut up. This is not your talking time. I don't even know how to properly explain exactly what she does, but everyone in the class sighs when she does this.

We were just talking about alternative stable states and she raised her hand and goes "Now, could Florida be an example of this, with the -"

"Are you reading my slides? We'll get to that." Jenkins was being playful, but firm. We are getting to it.

"Because it's getting so dry, and..."

"We'll get to that."

(almost sulky) "Okay."

Drives me crazy. She just did it again while I was typing that, and I actually heard someone mutter "shut up."

Today I woke up at 5:30 AM, fifteen minutes before my alarm.

I think my biology exam went pretty well. Last night I studied with Arrested Development in the background (I don't like perfect quiet) until my fingers were about to fall off and I had to go to bed before completing every guide. As a result of said studying, I now have half a semester's worth of information condensed into six pages of tightly packed notes, and if anyone wants to read them, they will have to pay me enormous sums of money. I finished in 44 minutes and had two hours and fifteen minutes to do nothing before class. I've only filled an hour and a half of that time. I rewarded myself with a potato ball and chicken croquette from Adita's Cuban Bakery inside the campus Chick-fil-A. I really should never have found that place, and I definitely shouldn't have tried the potato balls because now I'm going to get really, really fat. I'll miss it over break.

I have one more test on Friday after this musical theatre exam: American History II. I'm going to spend as much time as possible studying for it tomorrow, because today I'm going to go home and go back to sleep.

Personality test from Ben Tesch via kottke.org.

Bold the favorite movie of yours from the following directors.

1. Joel Coen: No Country for Old Men, The Big Lebowski, Fargo, The Hudsucker Proxy, Miller's Crossing, Raising Arizona, etc
2. Wes Anderson: The Darjeeling Limited, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, The Royal Tenenbaums, Rushmore, Bottle Rocket, etc
3. Hal Ashby: Being There, Shampoo, Harold and Maude, etc
4. Kevin Smith: Zack and Miri Make a Porno, Dogma, Chasing Amy, Mallrats, Clerks, etc
5. Quentin Tarantino: Grindhouse, Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs, etc

I'm a Big Lebowski Royal Tenenbaums Clerks Grindhouse. I haven't seen any Hal Ashby movies so I didn't include that one.

I'm halfway through a rewatch of 30 Rock's first season and it inspired me to do THIS meme too.

What fictional character do you think you're most like? Ask your friends list to post in a comment what character they think you're most like.

Me: Liz Lemon. (It's uncanny. The almost unintentional meanness, the Cheetos, the throwing up at restaurants, the reaction to the Hair...)
Everyone else's perspective?


I just took a physics test and I made it my bitch. I rocked the shit out of it. I barely understood it the first run through and then I did the long-answer questions that I could, then back to the multiple choice and I wrote down what each problem gave me and looked at my formula sheet (that I got to customize myself this time) and it all came clear. It was great!

My nose is overflowing with awesome and I have to get some of it out.

For real, I'm miserable today. I can't ever remember being so full of mucus. It's disgusting. One of my physics lab partners is the same way. I joked to her that I want to hook a vacuum up to my nose and just let it run.

We stayed an hour later than everyone else in lab trying to get everything done correctly, and our TA, Sabine, spent most of the time making ball jokes with us. It was great.

I don't think I can go to physics lecture today. I'm going to go home and lay down until my group calls me to get together for homework. This is too much.

I drove myself nuts last night studying with the vaguest and least useful study sheet ever, and so of course when I went to sleep my mind wouldn't let me rest either. First I had a dream somehow related to, um, fish? I think? And then going and taking a test and realizing I had no time to study in between and then packing a lunch or trying to tell a lunch person that I'm sorry, I don't want your lunch, I brought my own sandwich. But I will take the soup, thank you. Cheese on the soup? Okay. (You can tell I've been to Olive Garden recently.)

I literally JUMPED when my alarm clock went off this morning and briefly panicked because I couldn't remember - couldn't remember! - if my test was at 8 or 8:30. It was 8:30, as ALL MONDAYS ARE, in my regular classroom, which I knew full well, but still panicked about. I'm still wearing the shirt I slept in last night. I ran out the door with my water bottle, my sandwich and my caffeinated cocoa and got to my class in time to review thoroughly for my Biology test, which I'm really confident I got an A in, or at least a very high B. Of course I can't remember any of the questions I was shaky on, because the doors here have a magical ability to wipe my brain of any test questions as I walk through them to leave. I had time to run to my car and swap my thermos for my water bottle before going to my next test and studying first. That one was slightly more irritating. I'm not partial to American history. There's not much of it so it's really bogged down in minutae. There's less perspective than in world or European history. I like my history to have a bit of epic scope to it. I don't really care who was the Speaker of the House 150 years ago. I like the big stuff better.

Also the bonus questions were about football, UCF football, and I don't care about UCF football from thirty years ago.

I have no idea why these two tests freaked me out so much that I couldn't sleep, dreamed about them last night and sent me into jumpy, panicky mode this morning.

EDIT: Also, my view from the toilet now is very strangely empty since I cleaned off my bathroom counter.