Okay, so the sky fell and we laughed and then swam home and for a moment there it really worked.

I think I suck at being emo. Oooh, but I know what can totally give me that authentic edge. ( Read more... )

There, now you *know* I'm deep.

( the intelligence type meme )

In other news, I'm writing again, finally, but it's even worse than usual so far so you don't get to see it yet. (Hey, I had to rant about the goings-on of the president of that little brick liberal arts college down the river somehow, right?) About other things too, even more badly. Who, me, sappy when crushing? No, never!

So I'm sure you all have been waiting with bated breath to hear how I did on exams, really. Passed everything, hurrah! Don't know all the actual grades yet, but for now I'm happy with just the line of Ps.

How come all of us who just got home from our first time away, at college, are all so completely unhappy to be back? Seriously. I'm feeling the same way too -- much more upset and stressed, and my sleeping habits are getting even more screwed up, to the extent where I'm pretty sure I've spent more time asleep than awake over the last several days. Part of it's probably the normal Christmas stress, shopping and crowds and money and plans and obligations and everything, acting on me and everyone around me as well. For me, I think there's three big places this is coming from. One, being reminded again of all the places I've always messed up, everything I spent high school arguing with my parents about (keeping my room clean, getting my license, dealing with my grandparents) -- I feel like I'm almost expected to solve all this crap that's been hanging around for years in the space of two weeks, as well as deal with all the Christmas stuff, and what happened to going home over vacation to relax? And at the same time there's the whole temporary loss of independence: I can't just randomly decide to go places anymore, there's no T at home and there's not a lot worth walking to in fifteen degree weather; I don't decide when and where and what I want to eat; all that stuff I learned to take for granted awfully quickly. And then there's the obvious not seeing all my college friends for a while -- we'll pause here for everyone to go "awwwwwwwww". ... Okay, got that out of your system? Yeah. So, for those of you who forged through this entire paragraph: think that about sums it up, or are there other factors I'm forgetting about?

(A disclaimer, for family members who may be reading this: I love you all to death, I'm glad to spend time with you, please don't kick me out. It's really not your fault, I think it's just one of those pesky growing-up things. You know?)

In other news, ( everyone else was doing it. [meme!] )

( Meme! And it's one of those ones that takes the names on your friends-list, so you feel obliged to click the cut in case the random number generator is saying nasty things about you, right? )

In other news, I'm in the middle of my physics homework, and honestly I think there really is a limit to how many times I should have to agree that yes, constant velocity = zero net force. *sigh*

Oh, and happy Talk Like A Pirate Day. Uh. Arrr? And happy birthday, shaktool!

Escapades in the computer department:
So guess what we did today at work? ... This, and lots of it.
Can't take any credit -- or blame -- for this one though. (Rather, it's the leftmost of these guys.)

In other news -- omg pretty quiz image! No idea what it *means*, but isn't it shiny?

Category X - The
Changeling

Witty, amusing and a bit weird, you're welcomed
into most social groups, even though you don't
'fit in' perfectly .


What Type of Social Entity are You?
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Another public service announcement:

Okay, folks. I'm not quite sure what you're thinking here. Maybe it's that it's a public library and that makes it entirely yours. Maybe it's like more like seeing a page reshelving and going oh, look, she's a teenager and she looks just like Mary Sue down the street who we pay ten bucks an hour to watch Ethel and little Gertrude whenever Mommy and Daddy need a long evening of alone time. And yeah, it's true that your tax money does, after all, pay for the library and for my wages.

Tough. You STILL have to watch your own children. That's right, I'm not here to babysit your kids and prevent them from doing a little bit -- or a lot -- of creative reshelving. For one thing, I get paid, but I don't get paid *enough*. Got it? Good. Yeah.

...

Also, Josie and the Pussycats is another one of those so-stupid-it's-actually-somewhat-amusing-movies. Which may actually be the point. Although I just realized Rachael Leigh Cook looks eerily like wishiwereemo, which puts a different spin on the whole thing. :D

In other news, I'm going camping with The Family on Friday, which should be entertaining. ("For whom?" asked one of the librarians when I told her that. After some consideration, I've decided I meant for the neighboring campsites. I mean as long as they like loud arguments and don't mind not getting much sleep.) We're headed up to southern Maine in the afternoon, and after that I'm going to northern Maine to visit a friend, and, um, then I'm going back home again a week from Sunday. Whee!

( And yay, interest meme! )

Type your username with your...

nose: tgodr3am
elbow: godreram
tongue: godream
chin: gop-cfteram,
feet: godream
eyes closed: godream
eyes closed and one finger: gosrwaM (note the capslock going on at the end... :P)
back of my hand: gtoderte4mj
palm: Nuh-uh. I refuse. It can't be possible. I tried but I kept hitting control and alt and stuff.
wrist: godream,

Okay, so some of the reason I hadn't given in to this one earlier was that no WAY was I doing it at a public terminal, for more than one reason.

I think I might actually enjoy biking in the rain, but having to do it for transportation purposes totally ruins the fun. I really hope the weather clears up.

Also, ( movies. )

-- Actually I'm surprised I ended up with this much bold...