I'm addicted to Farmville on Facebook.  Good lord.

Oh, livejournal, how dare you touch upon the one issue that is giving me such fits right now?  Of course I dress up, I wouldn't miss the occasion for the world.  I plan for a month.  Or more.  And it's never a secret.  But this year, as what?  The terrible dorky side of me wants to dress up as a frog (albeit a somewhat-sexy-as-in-spandexy frog, but still, a frog).  But the other side of me wants something epic, or a recognizable character, or something a little less...ridiculous.  Something that requires an intricate costume that will make me feel like I'm part of a different world for a night.

Oh, we all know I'll end up a frog.

I'm house-sitting for the weekend, which means four days of glorious nothing.  To fill the time, I got crafty.

Started with:



$3 worth of thrift-store t-shirts and two pillows my mom was going to toss.  They're in good condition, just an unappealing color and from back when chenille was all the rage.  A terrible, terrible rage.

( Ended with... )

I love free time.

My horse died. 

Last night, to be exact.

My best friend is dead.  He got me through high school and could make any day sane.  He was freedom and fun and I could love him so unconditionally and be loved in turn.

I want him back.

I AM GOING TO MOTHERFUCKING GHANA MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so excited...I'm so excited...I'm so scared.

The entirety of my notes from the hour and fifteen minute long Biology 102 lecture:

Coprolite - fossilized poo
Bears will eat you.
Spinosaurus teeth
2.5 billion year old things do what they do today

Thank you, college, for preparing me for the real world.

I'm updating from my Touch!! I'm back to my apartment and so finally have wireless. This is the coolest (and most inefficient) update ever. Technology baffles me.

Responsibility makes me feel ill.

I think I might have adopted a cat. It's in my room, in my lap, licking my toes. I don't know how much more adopted a cat can get. But thinking about caring for it makes me change my mind.

I can't bring myself to name it, because that will mean it's really mine.

A better update tomorrow.

Through the awesomeness that is my college, I signed up to take WEIGHT TRAINING next semester. Yes, they offer PE for credit (1 credit). Judo karate was another choice (as was bowling, walking, badminton, and others--jogging was unfortunately full already), but I like anachronism, so went for the class I appear least suited for.

Will anyone else be joining me on the journey that is NANOWRIMO?

I succeeded last year, but mostly because I was slacking and not in school and didn't really have much of a life outside of mindless work. The novel sucked (I tried to reread it, but couldn't get more than a few pages in...IN MY OWN NOVEL...so that's saying something), but I felt so ACCOMPLISHED. Which means...ONWARD to my second novel! In 5 days, that is.

I VOTED.

With the re-start of college, summer is officially over. So, spanning the end of spring classes to the beginning of fall classes, here's my list of read books. I'm missing a month of reading, since I lost my journal from that time, but otherwise, the list is pretty much complete.

Run by Ann Patchet
The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
The Ruins by Scott Smith
The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
Working for the Devil by Lilith Saintcrow
The Coma by Alex Garland
River God by Wilbur Smith
The Shape-Changer's Wife by Sharon Shinn
Dreams Underfoot by Charles De Lint
Mistress of the Art of Death by Arian Franklin
A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami
Archangel by Sharon Shinn
Shadow and Claw by Gene Wolfe

I'm bored with all my music. Booooored of it. Recommend music for me! I'm not even going to say what I like, just recommend something you think is worth listening to. As long as I can most likely find it in one of the LJ music communities, you know, 'cause I'm broke.

So, list some songs/artists/albums you like, perhaps with a blurb about why, and I will love you forever! Or, at least for a little while and we can pretend it'll be forever until our lives start to drift apart and you get a job in a different city and then maybe we decide we should just take a break but stay in touch and be friends and all that but then I never really call and you send a few half-hearted e-mails and then we start seeing other people and moving on with our lives and soon are nothing more than a lingering memory in the back of each other's minds.

I own one style of underwear, and one style only.  So, when I wandered through the mall today and saw that american eagle boybrief underwear size small were on sale, I was all "yahoo!"  Because, while I may only own one pair of non-athletic shorts, one pair of jeans, and a limited assortment of shirts, my ass is covered.

Anyway, the details are extraneous.  All that matters is that I took my on-sale underwear up to the counter to pay.

Sales Associate:  You know if you buy five pairs, it's only $15.
Me:  Oh, the tag says these are $2.95.
Her:  Yeah, they are, but if you get two more, it'll only be $15 dollars.
Me:  *pause to multiply $2.95 by 5 ($14.75 in case you don't care to similarly pause)*... I'm not sure that would make economical sense.  I just want these three.
Her: But they're on sale if you buy five total.
Me: Yeaaah...I'll just take these, thanks.

My roommate is having a yelling fight with her boyfriend over the phone (she has him on loudspeaker for whatever reason) in her room. I can only pick up the shouted phrases, and they're all so awesomely cliche.

"You're just a saint, aren't you? A fucking saint."
"I don't even want to go anymore, because of you!"
"Why are you so threatened by me, Brian?"

I didn't realize her boyfriend's name is Brian. Probably because this is only about the sixth time I've ever seen her.

My ankle needs to hurry up and heal.  Without running...oh, I don't exist if I can't run.  And I can only sit with my leg up and iced in front of the computer or tv for so long before I start going a little MORE crazy.  Ohhh dear.

10,000 BC comes out of Friday, I quite want to see it.  Should I rock the movies by my lonesome?  Yeah, I think I should.  I go at less crowded times by myself, but it'd be kinda fun to rock a busy date-night solo.  Or I could try to get a date, but I don't even know how to go about doing that, I can't even flirt for two seconds in the elevator

I realized this weekend that no pictures of my fantastic hair existed as of yet...so I took some.  But of course I can't just take a photo like normal people, pfft.

It's that time of year again, isn't it?  Where I abandon my neglected old livejournal that my friends have access to and start a whole new fresh one?  With the best intentions of posting regularly, of course.

A sunny, warm day after days and months and YEARS of cold, wet, and gray.  I'm moving to the desert.  If only I were kidding.  Did you know that scorpions glow in ultraviolet light to attract insects such as moths, which only see in ultraviolet and are thus lured in like they are to lightbulbs?   I think I'd like a pet scorpion.  Weird that I love scorpions and yet burst into tears of fear if the teeniest spider comes within my line of sight.