Step Two

I finished my cereal this morning. Contrary to what I wrote last night, I did NOT have a serving left. I had a handful or two, which did not make me happy. Now I'm desperate to eat something. But that's not what I came to write about. I guess I can suck it up for an hour or so.

I cut the big panels of my cereal box and saved them for my stencil. 

Now I need an exacto knife--a scalpel, maybe? I know we have one of those at home--and some spray paint. At the rate they're going with Lee Hall, I hope the wall is still up by the time we come back from break. I would cry if they took it down before I got to paint my picture. 

Oh, and I lost my Sharpie. My good, new, retractable black Sharpie. I used it the other night, and I swear I put it back in my cup holder, or at least somewhere on my desk. I can't find it. That also does not make me happy. 

I need to get something to eat; I'm absolutely ill.

EDIT: I am retarded. The Sharpie was right in front of my face. Wow.

Puddle-Luscious

Exam week hasn't been terrible. I've been studying a lot, making sure I eat good stuff (and cookies) and sleep plenty, and I've finished all but one of my exams. My Chemistry exam was absolutely BRUTAL. It was some kind of national exam from the American Chemical Society. I studied almost all day for it on both Monday and Tuesday, and I studied several hours on Wednesday and today. I don't know how I did. I guess I'll find out eventually.

When I got out of my Chemistry exam, it was 9:30 PM. That wasn't terrible, considering I was used to getting out of lab at 10 PM on Thursdays. It was POURING rain, though. I live all the way across campus from the science building--I can get from there and back in 15 minutes, running (If you can call "run, walk, run, hurt hip, limp, stop, walk" running...), and I can go one way in a little over ten minutes at a moderate pace--and I only had my Chemistry textbook and a light jacket with no hood. I actually enjoy rain, so it wasn't so bad. After walking for a minute or so, my feet were absolutely soaked. I only have a single pair of canvas-type shoes with me at school, and they take on water really quickly. 

Since I was already soaked, I decided to jump in every puddle, splash water everywhere, giggle like an idiot, and probably make some people worry for my sanity. I had a great time. Water was dripping down my nose, my hair was soaked, it was dark, and I was just a happy, happy person. When I'd almost reached my dorm, however, my knees and ankles started hurting really bad. I guess they got too cold for their liking... 

I walked into the room sputtering, wiping my eyes, and dripping water from every inch of my body, but I had a huge, goofy grin on my face that told my roommates that I'd been out having fun. 

Was the rain a pathetic fallacy in my life story? Should I assume that I failed that awful exam? I don't believe in that stuff, but even if I did... The rain made me too happy. The rain always makes me happy. 

It was actually raining, foggy, and a tad chilly the day I fell in love with this place. Every time the weather is like that, I'm reminded of the first day I set foot here, and I feel so happy.

I know I say this a lot, but I am desperate for some decent food. I'm going to see what I have on my shelf. I have just enough cereal and soymilk for tomorrow morning, a serving or two of chocolate soymilk (which I will probably drink as soon as I finish typing this), some pecans (which I don't feel like cracking because I want to play on the computer, and because they're messy and I'm lazy), some granola bars (I already had one today, so I won't eat another), the last of the chocolate chip cookies that I baked on Sunday (there's one more, so I'll eat that tomorrow before I go home), and...nothing. Soymilk time! 

I probably should change my pants. They're absolutely soaked from the knee down; even though I have them rolled up, I'm still cold just sitting here in my room.

The Art of Computer Science and Falling Out of Bed.

I just got out of my computer science exam. Believe it or not, I had fun taking the exam. That was mostly due to Stephen's brilliant sense of humor working its way into the exam questions. 

One kid's hobby was "nose blowing," there was a true or false question about something he shared with us at the start of a lecture because he was frustrated ("You guys like gadgets? Yeah? Well, this is one that I really like. *holds up a stapler* They're pretty cheap; you can get them at the bookstore. You use it like this... *staples a paper* I suggest you guys buy one and try using it." He was joking around with us, but I'm sure he didn't appreciate how some people had turned in mountains of unstapled pages.), and the first question asked us about the most important thing we learned. 

I told him that I realized that I like computer science and that I'll be seeing him next semester in 110 :) 

Oh, yeah, and I woke my roommates up at 6:50 this morning when I "fell" out of my loft bed. It was a total accident. The alarm clock went off, I turned around and started climbing down the ladder, and then I felt a "hypotensive attack" coming on. I have orthostatic hypotension, which isn't a big deal until I stand up. My blood pressure drops rapidly, I lose my vision, and I lose my balance. That isn't usually a big deal either, unless I'm standing on a flippin' ladder. I knew that I was less than three feet off the floor, so I decided to jump off. That didn't work too well, because I couldn't make myself let go of the ladder with one hand and I lost my balance. I jumped and threw myself into the television, my plastic drawer, and the big cabinet. I had regained balance and vision by the time the cabinet caught me, and I wanted to laugh hysterically. Then I realized that my roommates were already awake and confused, so I kept myself quiet until I got into the bathroom. 

I had an idea last night. There's a big wooden wall on campus that is open for clubs and individuals to paint and spray graffiti, and I always enjoy walking by and seeing fun slogans and wonderful artwork. I was tired of studying Chemistry (I'd actually been studying for almost two days straight, minus sleeping/eating/etc.), and I worked on a stencil design so that I could do my own picture on the wall. Right now, it's just Sharpie on copy paper, but I'm almost finished with my cereal, so I'll save the cardboard from that to make the stencil more sturdy. It says "AMO LATINAM!" in funny letters. 

I don't know if Mrs. McCranie would be proud of me or not. On one hand, I'm actually using the lettering skills that she taught me. She's a calligrapher herself, so I had a lot of calligraphy and lettering lessons in my three years of high school art. On the other hand, she probably wouldn't approve of my doing graffiti in any form, regardless of whether it's legal or not (I wouldn't vandalize someone else's property--the wall is there for the students, at least until they finish renovating Lee Hall.). 

I'm planning on visiting my old high school next week, and I plan to visit her when I'm there. The inevitable question will be, "Are you doing any art at college?" I'm going to answer with, "Oh, well... I painted a few t-shirts [I'll leave out the part about going Jackson Pollock at the Glow Zone party during orientation.], and I've done lots of photography. I've done a little bit of drawing. I've also done some graffiti, and I'm in GALL--you know, pseudo-vandalism, social experiments..." 

She'll freak. I mean, she freaked when Robert splattered paint on his canvas and did a few drawings that were blatantly anti-religion. But I'm doing a whole lot more art now than I ever did in high school, and I'm having a whole lot more fun. 

Stupid SQL

"I didn't write this. I didn't make it hard. It's not Stephen Query Language."

Well, Professor Davies, who DID write it? 

I want to know so I can put a bucket of ping pong balls at the top of his door and peanut butter under the door handles of his car. 

I have about a million (Yes, a fine example of hyperbole. But it feels pretty close to a million.) SQL queries to write before tomorrow, and I still have to touch up my database for my presentation tomorrow.

Title? I don't need no stinkin' title.

My mom called me during lunch to give me the results of my MRI. The doctor said that I had a very slight bulge in the disc between L4 and L5, but that it was nothing to worry about right now. Therefore, we're moving on to my hip joints. I don't know when I'll be able to get in for the next MRI. I guess I'll try to schedule it when I'm out for winter break. 

Winter break is almost here!

I really don't have anything interesting to write. 

I was on Pandora earlier, and it was being really, really slow. Nothing would play, so I opened Garage Band and got ready to play along with Massive Attack's "Teardrop." Right as I played the first note, Pandora erupted with some LOUD Rage Against The Machine, and I had no clue what was going on. I think my expression would have been hilarious to see. 

I actually played the part of "Teardrop" that I know on an actual piano over break. My grandma's piano isn't tuned at all, but I had so much fun. It actually sounded really good, too, even though I made a whole lot of mistakes. 

I have an advising meeting this afternoon. Blahhhhhh.

I butcher tofurkeys without remorse. NOM NOM NOM.

Yeah, so Thanksgiving was good. I had Tofurky for the first time in my life. Normally I baste some tofu and eat that, but I got lucky and had something new. It was amazing--even better than I remember real turkey.

We also went shopping on Black Friday. My sister and I roamed the stores aimlessly, taking video for a new Tisk Leonard episode. We got some great material, and I hope we can get a new one up soon :) Elizabeth wasn't there, though, and it was the first episode where we had video instead of just audio. I also rode on my sister's cart because she had trouble steering it and I found it easier to drive when I was precariously balanced on the arm and trying not to knock things off the shelves or draw the attention of store officials.

Did you hear about the greeter at Wal-Mart who got trampled? That makes me sick. I simply cannot understand how human beings could do something like that, how they could just walk on by without helping the man. 

I don't remember much of last night. I was still under heavy influence of prescription painkillers, sitting in my chair and listening to REM's "The Great Beyond." I remember going out somewhere between pushing an elephant up a flight of stairs and bending my flatware and regaining consciousness shortly after I realized that Michael Stipe was no longer singing. It was really nice, the music and relaxation and quiet. 

The painkillers. That reminds me.

I did go to my appointment on Wednesday. The doctor was a little wacky and he made me laugh. He also made me very upset, but he was only speaking the truth. He said I'll probably have some nasty degenerative disk problems when I'm older. I knew that, but it still made me sad. He also was joking around with me, obviously unaware of just how much medical knowledge I have :) He asked me if I'd ever had an MRI, which I hadn't. Then, he said something about an MRI requiring really painful sublingual injections. I had no idea what he was talking about, but then I realized he was being silly. Just because I've never had one doesn't mean I don't know what they are... He made me laugh a whole lot, and he was very quick about the whole ordeal. It was nice that I was able to get the MRI that day; my mom and I have connections, so I got slipped in when a patient was having a break between his MRIs. 

I also fell asleep during the procedure. I was comfortable, I was tired, I was just lying there. Why not? Waking up during the MRI was a little weird, though. 

Wooooohoo.

The 4-H newsletter just came out today, and my article is on the second page :) There's also a really nice picture of me on Stella. I'm happy, considering I wrote and revised the 250-word piece in...half an hour, tops. 

I wonder if anyone else has read it yet. I mentioned Mindy and Larry both, and neither of them know about the article yet. I don't think I showed it to anyone but Julie, to be honest with you.

And I just ate the best banana in the history of bananas. 

And I just got back from "marking" a few more books in the library with my little cards. I also "marked" the window of the door leading to one of the upper levels. And I took pictures, because I happened to have my camera with me. Hehehe, so much fun... 

I was bored after I got out of computer science.

And now I'm sitting around instead of straightening up and getting ready to leave tomorrow night. I have so much stuff to do. Well, actually, I've got almost everything ready to go. Never mind. 

Raving and writing and databases and squirrel goes SPLAT.

I'm really hungry, but I'm going to type this thing before I go to lunch. 

On Friday, two squirrels were fighting on a branch over the sidewalk. I was watching them wrestle, and then one of them slipped off, pulling the other squirrel with him. Both squirrels fell, plonked down on the sidewalk, and scrambled away. I thought they were hurt. The noise that I heard when they fell suggested splattered squirrels on the sidewalk. They seemed okay, though, and it was hilarious. They fell right at my feet. 

I'm really excited about break. 

I'm really sad that there's no GALL this week, though. I dunno, it just makes me sad. I'll go raise a ruckus in my hometown to make up for it. 

I know I just said this, but I'm REALLY excited about break. I want to go home and eat.

Chemistry class is optional on Tuesday, but I'm totally going to go. Come on, Mike's offering bonus points if we go. Bonus points in Chemistry! I'd do just about anything for bonus points in Chemistry.

I had to wake up really early this morning. I had to finish my health project.

Instead of working diligently on my project, I went down to Mason's highlighter dance thing. I did not know that highlighter fluid looked so cool under blacklights. I snitched a marker off the table and, as I tend to do, wrote all over my arms. Both arms. It looked amazing. And I had a glowstick. And I'm obviously colorblind. I thought it was green when I was under the blacklights, but when I went back to my room for my own private rave (Think New Order's "Blue Monday," a single glowstick, and me dancing like mad in my darkened dorm room.), I realized that it was blue. 

I actually did work hard on my project last night, but I also had to finish entering data into my database and convince the database that the foreign keys I was trying to put on the thing were good foreign keys before midnight. And I did. 

To reward myself, I'm gonna go to lunch. NOM NOM NOM.

Socks.

Where have all my socks gone? 

Seriously. I don't think I have a matching pair of socks to wear tomorrow. I don't care if they're mismatched, but I do care if they're different heights. And I probably have one sock of every height. 

AGH. 

"Tell your mama you won't be coming home tonight..."

I'm listening to The Fashion now. Seriously, it took me four or five years to find the song that I'm listening to online, and I can only find it in one specific location. I was so happy when I finally found it, though. It took me back to those beautiful days in the electronic classroom, as they used to play it while we waited for the broadcast.

Enough words. I should type something interesting, if at all possible.

I was just looking for something in my bookmarks list, and one of the bookmarks was listed as "Veggie Joint Stuff." I knew when I typed that I wouldn't know what I was talking about later on. I did a search a few days ago for vegetarian glucosamine, and I bookmarked the site that had the best deal. I don't really want to take the stuff if I don't have to, so I guess I'll wait until I see the doctor on Wednesday.

Today was busy, busy, busy.

I woke up and translated Latin over a bowl of oatmeal, as usual. I went to class, where I realized that I translated a whole lot but didn't do my sentences. I was frustrated after that, but I got happy again when I went to lunch and then went off to riding. Riding went well, and then I had to study for my Chemistry exam. I didn't have very long to study because I had to go to a GALL thing, and then I went back to study again. I made some dinner because Seaco was packed for the Thanksgiving feast and then studied in Jepson until class started. The test was kind of hard, mostly because I didn't fully understand hybridization. There were three or four questions on that, so hopefully my "educated guesses" were correct. Professor Pearson bargained with us a bit, so I got out of lab tonight and Tuesday's class is optional. Attending earns extra credit, though, so I'm definitely going to go. An hour and fifteen minutes of lecture is certainly tolerable, especially when I could get some much-needed points on an assignment.

'Twas, all in all, another exciting day. 

I regret that year, those months. I just needed a change of pace, that's all.

Yep.

I'm pretty slick :) 

"We're like crystal, we break easy..."

Hehehehe, now I'm listening to New Order :) "Crystal" is one of my favorite songs ever. 

Yeah. I had something specific to write about, but I forgot it. Oh well.

I went to health class this morning, I went to lunch, and I'm going to computer science in about two hours. I need to study some Chemistry. I also need to work on my health project. 

I woke up and thought it was Friday. I've spent most of the day feeling like I'll be going home this afternoon. 

Crap. I've got to remember that I have to go to the thing this afternoon. And tomorrow afternoon. And that I need to get an e-mail out that I can't do it on Friday afternoon. Yay for screwing with people :) 

I'm gonna write that on my hand so I don't forget. 

I really ought to work on Chemistry now, because I'm not going to do it later. I just know it.

Blaaaahhhhh.

There were snow flurries outside today while we were driving to the barn. It was so cool. And super cold, too. 

Latin made me really happy again today. I don't know why I'm always so happy in that class. I think my destiny is to become a Latin teacher, no matter how much I balk at it and try to inch my way into computer science. I really don't even care for the history and mythology part. I'm all about the grammar. I could study Latin grammar forever and ever and ever and never get tired of it, not even once. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but hopefully you know what I mean. I could read and translate all the time and not get too sick of it. 

In fact, I only translated one chapter of "De Bello Gallico" for today, and class went by really quickly. I remember how quickly I translated Chapter 16 when I realized that we were almost done with Chapter 15 and still had a good 45 minutes left of class. Most of the class was scrambling to translate 16 just like I was, and Professor Houghtalin noticed. She stopped torturing us and lectured on Caesar instead. 

See, professors do have hearts. 

I really should do that more often. I did it at an amazing speed, and I did it fairly accurately. Hm. Something to think about. 

Why do translations that I prepare the night before suck, when translations that I prepare during the reading are really good--and done ten times faster?

As I've always said, I work well under pressure. 

Mrs. Weddle would NOT be happy if I told her just how many perfect-score papers I wrote for her the morning that they were due :D 

My hip is a lot better than it was. It still hurts a whole lot, but I'm not screaming out in pain and I can walk fairly normally. I also rode and jumped today, which was great. 

I think I close my eyes over every jump. I have no idea why, but it's funny. 

I have Chemistry, House, and GALL tonight, hooray. 

I'm also supposed to go to a floor meeting with the RA, but I'm just going to meet with her later on to talk to her. 

I wish I had something good to eat around here. 

I have cereal and oatmeal, but I have to save them for breakfast. I have ginger snaps, but I don't need any more of them. I have two oranges, but it's too cold for oranges. I could make some pasta or some soup, but I don't feel like getting up. I also have to save the soup for Thursday after Chemistry, when I walk across campus at 10PM, freeze half to death, and go back to my room hungry and tired. Especially hungry. 

Oh. I got a doctor's appointment for next week. My sister has one too, with the same guy, on the same day. She has to see him for her broken ankle, and I have to see him because I'm a gimp. He's an orthopedic doctor. He'll probably send me to the physical therapist again, or he'll send me to a chiropractor, or he'll prescribe some awesome painkillers, or he'll tell me it's all in my head. 

We'll just have to wait and see.

This coldness is probably not helping my joints.

Productivity

I feel so good right now. I actually accomplished a few things today, which was really nice.

I printed out lots of pictures and used tacky putty to stick them on my wall in a sort of miniature collage. There are only 11 pictures right now, but I hope that I'll be able to find out where I saved all of my older pictures this weekend. 

It's going to be a real pain to take down when the year is over, but I'll love it until then.

I also worked on entering some data into my database today. I'm almost finished with it, and I have plenty of time to work on it. I also had a good day in my computer science class. As usual, Professor Davies was hilarious. I answered my question correctly, too, which was a major bonus. 

And I wiped off my new paddock boots. I wore them twice and they were already caked in mud. I love having pleather boots. I don't have to use soap, just a wet rag. 

And I've actually worked on my Latin translation before 10 or 11 PM, which is a miracle. Of course, I'm not working on it now, but at least I've started :) 

This blogging thing is so distracting. 

Dinner at Seaco was actually really good today. They had some kind of barley pilaf, which was just what I was craving for my cold body and hungry tummy. 

I feel like I ought to do some plotting. At my first GALL meeting, they were already asking me if I had any ideas. I kind of want to see what GALL is allowed to do and capable of doing before I throw out a bunch of random crap, but I also think it would be fun to get together some ideas of my own. Hmm. Maybe I'll get some cereal, quit the Latin for a while, and brainstorm. 

Yeah. I want cereal.

"She's guilty by design, she's nothing more than fiction..."

"She dreams in digital, 'cause it's better than nothing..."

Yeah, I'm listening to Orgy :) That song has been in my head all day long. Hehehehehehe. 

I'm in a whole lot of pain right now. I forced myself to do my old physical therapy exercises that I quit doing a long time ago. I'm surprised that I actually brought my therabands with me to school. 

Larry took us to jump at the local showgrounds today, and I had a terrible time because of my hip. I took some ibuprofen, but that really didn't help. I just don't know what to do anymore. My mom said that she would schedule me another appointment with the orthopedic doctor. I hope he doesn't make me wear a brace. Anything but a brace. 

Unless that's the only way I'll be able to ride again. 

I'm starting to think that my time in the saddle is coming to an end. I just can't keep going like this. 

IT DID IT AGAIN. 

Seriously, there are tears in my eyes now. It was like a spasm just below my right shoulder blade, and it's been happening pretty regularly since I started back to school tonight. I know my spine is all twisted and slipped and stuff, but usually it's my hip. My back normally doesn't do this kind of stuff. And usually it's only one particular rib on my left side that comes out of place, and this doesn't feel like that. 

IT DID IT AGAIN.

I realized just how cruel life is when I watched my best friend die. I got the message the first time around. This is overkill. 

I love the madness.

Facing my fear of heights, sploshing around in the mud, being dangerous behind the wheel of my car, 4-H, whoa yeah. That was my Saturday.

I got a lot of video of a lot of random stuff, so I might piece the clips together for something on YouTube. That would be fun to work on. 

I'm hungry and my calves hurt. I did a lot of gallivanting today, and I had a lot of fun. It's worth it. 

I could go for some fruit right now. 

Oh, yeah, and I got some new paddock boots. Woohooooooo. Now my feet won't get wet all the time and I won't have to carry duct tape with me every time I wear them. 

I'm gonna go get something to eat. 

Help me.

The ibuprofen isn't working. I was so desperate to take it, I dry-swallowed. I NEVER dry-swallow. 

The Sombra isn't working. That stuff is Hot Ice times ten. It should be working. But it's just making me smell good.

I can barely walk. I'm in so much pain. I actually took the elevator today so that I wouldn't have to walk all four flights of stairs to my first class.

What about people in wheelchairs? The elevator is meant for them, yet if a disabled person were to take my health class, he would still have to find a way up two flights of stairs. 

I need some of those hardcore painkillers that they prescribed to me a while back. 

Hey people.

I'm eating an apple. 

I also found my pants. I'm wearing them now. They were in Moire's car. That's where I assumed I'd left them. 

My Chemistry lab sucked tonight. It was a worksheet about the arrangement of electrons. We were also supposed to build the things with these toys, but I thought the toys were lame and chose not to. No, seriously, even the lab aide thought that the toys sucked. I turned in my other lab tonight, though, so I'm very happy to have that load lifted from my shoulders.

My Latin exam went well today. Of course I couldn't translate everything, but I still think I did really well. 

Riding was okay. My calves hurt from posting without stirrups. I normally don't post without stirrups because of my hip problems, but it was either one or none. One hurts even more than none, so I chose the latter. 

Now I'm gonna eat some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, one of the best cereals in the world. 

MMMMMM. Sugary, cinnamon-y goodness...

New Title

Loopy Logophiles Love Lobsters.

Hehehehehehe. That makes me happy. My other title sucked.

Today has been pleasant. I went to my health class, as usual. It was a waste of my 50 minutes, as usual. I went to lunch and thoroughly enjoyed some fried tofu on my salad. I also went to my computer science class, which was the most amusing 50 minutes of my day, as usual. I love that class. Professor Davies is the best.

I wrote a letter to Mrs. Crowther, the woman who taught me the Dewey Decimal system and made me a compulsive chair-straightener. That got me thinking of what I had planned to do as my own senior prank. I hated the senior prank that my class pulled. Hanging a caged rooster from the ceiling and tying a goat outside isn't a funny prank. Animals aren't toys. Ah, but I digress. I planned to write/print several hundred slips of paper that simply said "Class of 2008" on them. I never found the time to do it, but come on. People would be finding the slips of paper for years! It would be awesome!

So. I did something like that today. I cut index cards into thirds and wrote messages on them. Then, I casually went into the library and stealthily slipped the papers into random books. It was simple, easy, and hopefully will make someone smile in the future :) That was my fun activity for today.

I need to do some Latin.

But not right now. I need to do dishes, and I want to continue typing.

And I'm listening to The Who. I'm right in the middle of "Won't Get Fooled Again." I can't stop now!

I want to blow some more bubbles. I always liked blowing bubbles when I was a kid, and I still have some leftover bubble solution from last night. 

Nope. Song's almost over. Dishes need to be washed. Studying must be done. Life calls.

I cannot find my pants.

Yes, you read that correctly. I was wearing a pair of...running pants, yeah...over my breeches earlier today. I took them off so that I could ride, and now I have no clue where they are. I was so cold while I was walking around tonight. 

I finally had the gall to go to a GALL meeting tonight (Yeah, the pun is lame the second time around. Get over it.), and it made me immensely happy. We ended up going down to the Nest, a small cafe on campus, and blowing bubbles. I love blowing bubbles. I think the people at the Nest wanted us to leave; 'twas something about the soap bubbles being "unsanitary." Instead, we stood in the entrance hall and blew bubbles toward all of the people who were coming and going. 

Observing the various reactions to the bubbles was amusing and interesting to me. Some people were completely apathetic. Some people were just as amused as we were. Some people seemed frustrated by our assault. 

I think I'll be going back next week :) 

I cannot believe that I lost my pants. I want my pants. Where are my pants? 

The Plan

I'm gonna make myself go to GALL tomorrow. Unless overwhelming social anxiety, you know, overwhelms me again. 

Blah

Meh, so I'm back at school. I spent my weekend slogging through mud, mucking out stalls, taking care of my cripple sister, and eating actual food. 

I couldn't ride at all because it was so wet, but I got to play with the dogs a lot. Abby loves running and playing in the puddles, so she was really nasty by the end of each day. She jumped in my lap while I was in the lounge, and my shirt was covered in puppy pawprints. I played with Stella a lot too, brushing her, scratching her withers, and leaning on her. 

I went to some comedy show last night. It was a thing to benefit breast cancer survivors, so I thought it might be a nice event. I was bored anyway. It was really good too, so you suck if you missed it. 

After the show, I went back to my room and worked on my Chemistry quiz. It actually wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, especially since the majority of the quiz was a set of questions about a hypothetical lab that was almost identical to my group's last lab project. The question really just subbed in potassium hydroxide for...oh, crap, whatever we used. Hahaha. I forgot what we used. It was copper sulfate and... Nevermind. I'm still not finished, but it's not due until tomorrow night. 

I'm hungry. Do I always write that at the end of these posts? I think I do. It might help if I weren't always so hungry. 

I'll end it on a different note.

Note to self: Non-horsey roommates probably dislike muddy paddock boots and "horsey" jacket.

Note to roommates: Er...sorry?

Hooray for Weekends

I'm at home once again. My sister's ankle is still broken (It'll be a week tomorrow.), so I went to the barn alone today.

I took a few pictures. It was really wet and muddy out, so my poor, cracked, pleather paddock boots filled up with water and let my feet get all wet. I couldn't ride because of how wet it was, but I played with Stella and Abby. Abby got me all covered in mud because she ran around in the puddles and then jumped up on me several times. I also inflated a latex surgical glove in the lounge and used it as a dog toy. Abby loved it. 

I'm at home now. I spent a long time practicing my timing while playing part of "Teardrop" by Massive Attack. I honestly don't know how to play the piano, so I watched a tutorial to try and learn how to play the House theme. I think I'm doing well for someone who has no experience playing a piano, and I'm learning a lot. I don't have a piano, so I've been using Garage Band on my Mac. I've been listening to "Teardrop" on YouTube and using it to help me get it right. I wish I could use a real piano. I can't switch octaves that quickly while playing on my keyboard, and I have to do that for the beginning of the song. I haven't progressed much past the very beginning. I have to get that down first. 

I know, I know. I should get piano lessons. I sound retarded :) 

I also decided that college dorms should allow residents to keep rats as pets. I miss my old rat. I don't think most people would tolerate a rat living with them, though. Most people suck. 

Very Nice, Very Nice, Very Nice...

Today was actually a pretty good day. 

Latin made me really happy for some odd reason. I dunno, I just really enjoyed myself in there today. I love me some Latin :D 

Riding was okay, not great. I really want to work some of those horses, get them on the bit, and get them listening to me rather than responding to external stimuli ("Okay, guys, pick up a canter!" FSHHHOOOOM!) Oh well. 

Chemistry was...ohhhhhh man. Our project was due today, and it was down to the wire getting it finished. I was actually doing little bits of it during the lecture, which I hate to admit. Then, Mike made everything due NEXT Thursday. I was really happy. Then, we went into lab. He asked us how many of us had read the lab. I'd skimmed it, and I actually did the lab in high school chem. We started talking about "that last House episode," you know, the one where House and Cuddy... Oh, I won't spoil it for you. And then he told us to go. I sat there at the lab bench for a good three minutes trying to figure out if it was all a joke, but then I decided to haul out before he changed his mind. 

So, now I'm here at my computer, listening to NIN and typing blog entries, all while NOT doing Latin. Go me. 

I wish I had something good to eat.

More Mindless Chatter

The Health test today sucked. I seriously didn't study as much as I should have. I planned to study this morning, but then I remembered that I had to register for classes.

I got all of my registration done this morning. Surprisingly, I got almost every class I wanted. The "Writing About Medicine" class was full, but I have enough credits in line that I really ought to wait until next semester anyways. The Classics 110 classes were both full AND had at least five of what I assumed to be force-adds already, so I let them go. 

I got my first choice of freshman seminar classes, The Human Animal. I guess it's about as close to a Bio class as I'll ever get here, so I'm psyched. I'm also in Latin 202, Computer Science 110 (with Professor Davies, one of the greatest teachers I've ever had in my life), the intermediate riding class, and Chemistry 112. I really want to get my Chem lab day switched to Tuesday instead of Friday. I e-mailed Professor Pearson about it earlier today, so hopefully he'll give me the POI so I can go into the other section. 

We didn't have computer science today. It was kind of nice. I went to see Professor Davies in office hours, though. He was about to leave by the time I actually got in to see him (He's really popular, haha.), so I just asked him a quick question about foreign keys and then left. 

I don't know what tonight will bring. I have to work on Chem and Latin for tomorrow, that's for sure. I kind of want to go to the library and read anatomy books again. That's one of my favorite pastimes. 

I can't wait for dinner. I'm hungry. I only have crackers, granola bars, two pieces of fruit, soymilk, and cereal here in the room. Well, I have rice and pasta and crap, but I don't feel like cooking anything. I have to save the cereal and soymilk for breakfast and I've already had an orange today. The fruit has to last until Friday. I guess it'll be an apple on Thursday and a banana on Friday, unless Seaco has some decent fruit for me to steal. Psh. It'd be nice if they had some decent food for me to eat at all. 

I'm going to eat some crackers. Hopefully that'll hold me off until dinner. Well, wait...dinner's in about a half an hour. 

My metabolism is REALLY fast.

Mindless Chatter

Okay, so I'm starting a new blog to complement my horses-only "Hold The (Stella)Phone..." blog. Hooray. 

Uhm, so...my day, my day...

I went to Latin. Professor Hougtalin took the clock off the wall, so I couldn't count down the minutes until class was over. And to think I want to be a Classics major...

I went to riding. That was fun. I elaborated in the other blog, though, and I don't quite feel like detailing my ride again.

I went to Chemistry. That sucked, as usual. I'll never be Pre-Med because of Bio, so why am I in the class for majors? I have no clue. The quiz that was originally tonight turned into a gigantic take-home thing. Honestly, I think I would have preferred it in class. Oh well. 

I almost went to a GALL meeting. Damn social anxiety. Maybe next week I'll have the gall to go. Hah, pun :)