No Use For A Title

I think I've been blogging too much lately.

Anyway, starting Monday I have to keep two activity logs. The main one is a "Stress Record", where I'm supposed to record all the events that stress me over a period of two weeks, along with various miscellaneous information such as what type of stress it was, the severity, etc. The other, which I'm supposed to keep for a week, is a Time Log. A pretty thorough one, too, organized into hours and listing every hour of every day for the entire week.

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...yeah.

There was something else I wanted to say, but I can't think of it. Probably didn't matter anyway.

Ok, so I'm in the restroom after my last class of the day, so no one will try to walk with or talk to me. I'm staring at myself in the mirror, half to pass time (I didn't really have to "go") and half to make sure none of my non-human characteristics are readily visible. So I'm looking around, and suddenly I look to the side of me, and there's some kind of coin-operated dispenser machine type thing. I'm inspecting it, and I'm pretty sure one side was condoms, but then I look at the other side...tampons? "Why would they sell tampons...in the men's room?" I wondered out loud.

Coming to a sudden half-realization, I walk back out of the restroom and take a look on the little plate next to the door, getting the other half of my realization in the process.

The silhouette was wearing a dress.

Oops.

So there I am, coming out of the women's' restroom. Pretty sure no one saw me, and I don't think there was anyone in there either.

Not that I'd care too much if either of those were not the case, but you know.

You Are the Investigator

5 You're independent - and a logical analytical thinker. You love learning and ideas... and know things no one else does. Bored by small talk, you refuse to participate in boring conversations. You are open minded. A visionary. You understand the world and may change it.

I didn't look to see what the other numbers were, or how many of them there are. *shrug*

Probably gonna do another post later today when my English comes back 100%.

Thanks to my former friend the wind, the depth of snow outside the house ranged from 1-24 inches. Also, I think my old "Everything I touch breaks" characteristic is coming back. Would explain a lot of things...

unbridled horror. 

I am making this post from one of the Macs in the main computer lab. Don't laugh, it could happen to you one day too. From my vantage point under the room's camera, I and I alone have full immunity from its neverending gaze.

On an unrelated note, when I am older I hope to own at least one piece of property that has a cave on it. It doesn't necessarily have to be a natural cave; I could always have one made as long as it has cavelike characteristics, including the ability to prevent the sun's light from finding me. In addition, I would keep a pressure chamber or something similar in the cave to fully simulate the conditions that I would prefer this planet to have.

To discourage visitors, I will keep some form of beast in the cave that is at least capable of downing one or two reasonably equipped (i.e., they may have guns, but no high-end exploding weapons like grenades) people. Even if such a group did take down my chosen beast, they would then have to deal with me and the anger I would no doubt feel upon not only having to find a new beast, but being roused from my pressure chamber.

It would be a horrible thing indeed, for all parties involved.

I will also bury the bodies of any such trespassers in an area near the cave, perhaps in a small forest next to it. The resulting buildup of negative energy would no doubt be a boon to my unique dual energy signature.

Oh, another idea. I will have a tunnel leading from my house (probably somewhere in the basement) to the cave. To prevent guests or intruders from using this tunnel, I will regularly fill it with carbon monoxide gas. Take that, air breathers! Of course, to avoid any unwanted accidents, I will label the tunnel as such and anyone who won't take my word for it on such a thing deserves their fate.

And now, having forgotten completely the original reason I began this post, I bid you adieu.

Damn, I'm glad I don't have Seasonal Affective Disorder (the aptly-acronymed SAD: a psychological disorder which causes a person to become, well, sad, when the whether turns "bad". Believed to be caused by lack of sunlight. [If anything, I welcome less sunlight.]), because if I did, I'd be feeling like shit all the time right now; there's a lot of snow out there. Luckily, I don't care, and I don't really know anyone who does, beyond the fact that it means more shoveling.

In other news, most of the rest of my family (in this generation at least, I'm not even going into our predecessors) appears to be headed for a mediocre existence because they're fucking off in school, as they'd prefer to play video games or smoke. I almost feel like saying something, but most of them probably wouldn't listen. I can already see where it's gonna go: I'm going to be seen as some form of mini-bank - maybe even a free hotel - and it's not something I'm looking forward to.

They see college as just being about getting a piece of paper that doesn't even matter: they'll just learn on their own (if they plan on learning at all). But that's not all that college is about; it doesn't just prove that you know shit, it proves that you were willing to put forth the effort to be there every day - or do what you need to pass, at least. Bunch of jackasses.

Oh well. Remember kids: Stay in school, and don't do drugs unless you're absolutely sure you don't have a drug test coming up.

Thank you, and goodnight.

Don't feel like talking about classes.

They weren't bad, I'm just tired and lazy.

Yay, I get to go back to school to start Year 2, Semester 2 tomorrow. Though it's my first day, I have about 24-40 (depending on picture volume) pages of text to read for my first class at 10:30 in the AM. Have I started reading? *snicker* I don't even have the book; I'll have to go in early to get it. ah, the power of procrastination. Hey, it's better than what I did this time last year; I wasn't even registered for 5/6 classes before the first day. ah, the power of online registration.

I'll be just a little more than halfway done when this semester ends, so for Junior/Senior years I'll only need 15 credits a semester on average. That could be anywhere from 3 to 15 classes, given our neat credit system.

Not exactly sure what I'll do after that. I don't think I'll stay a full-time student getting a Master's degree, but I'll probably get one eventually. It's only 2 extra years, and I don't think the curse is going to kill me this year after all. Maybe it'll just make me wish I was dead. But, I'm rambling.

I've given serious thought to working for the government. It would give me immense satisfaction to simultaneously screw the common man (figuratively, of course) while proclaiming myself a champion sticking it to The Man (also figuratively). I'll need a new pair of those kickass sunglasses, though, as my old pair's life was tragically cut short in an accident involving a car and two forms of melee weaponry. ..does a car count as a weapon? If not, then it should.

I'm not feeling a good conclusion coming on, and yet I'm pretty much done. Damn.

As of the 4th, it'll be "7-10 business days" before my laptop is fixed, or so the message on our answering machine said.

As of the 10th, I'll be back in school for the Spring 2005 semester. I can't decide if the month I got off was too much or not enough. It'll take a little adjustment to get back on schedule; I'm used to going to bed around the time that I'll have to get up...though that's not THAT big a change. Really. One good thing about my new schedule is that the days are more consistent; there's no one day where I have way more hours in class than any other, and the earliest I have to be in is 10:00.

The only bad part is that twice on my Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule, I have only 10 minutes to get from one class to another. Of course, in neither of these instances is the second class anywhere near the first. Still not as bad as last semester, when I had a 2:45-4:00 class, then a 4:00-6:30 class. Ah, time dilation, I hardly knew ye...

On the home front, the ghost upstairs seems to be losing its power, or at least its...drive, if a ghost can have such a thing. My experience with them is too limited to know for sure. Can ghosts die? That seems kinda...I don't know. Oh well.