Nothing For Now

This Song Needs More Tentacles

Okay, I'm officially (semi) settled into my summer abode. I got an ancient monitor from my parents and used to it to make myself a dual-monitor setup. Which ROCKS. I also discovered that thanks to that monitor, my delicate balance of plugs and outlets had been disrupted, and I won't be able to plug in my desk lamp. Which STINKS. The combined stupidity of the makers of power strips and those plugs that are the size of small bricks because they're also AC adapters is just frickin' stunning. One day I'm getting a PowerSquid.

Barring law school or some unexpected lottery winnings, this is my last free summer until retirement. I have so much I want to see and do- basball games and shows to attend, CDs to listen to, movies to watch, books to read. Now I just need to unpack all that superfluous non-computer stuff. Like clothes.

Headspace

A while ago I lost my Post-It pad, which was minorly frustrating until I forgot about it the way I forget everything I don't write down. Usually on Post-Its. Anyway, I just found the thing on my floor under about 50 pages of old poli sci readings. I just wanted to put that out there as a giant visual metaphor for my life of the past few weeks. A little Post-It pad of things that need to get done, completely buried by schoolwork.

One more exam.

Diplomatic Limits

You know, I try to be nice to my mouse, I really do. I never contemplated setting a trap for it, or poison, or just luring our local cat in to kill it. No, I'm nicer than that. I thought, "live and let live." But now that bastard's eaten my cookies, and there's hell to pay.

Of course, it's my own fault for thinking a plastic bag and a high bookshelf would be enough protection. And the reason there are mice in the building is exactly because of stupidity like mine. But dammit, those cookies were home-made by my dad. I was saving them for finals. :(

Carole King Didn't Mean It This Way

Today is one of those 'why do I have a reproductive system?' days. I've got the whole gamut of symptoms- cramps, chills, nausea. So...I'm just going to sit here for a few minutes until I can stand up again without falling down. Not that I did that or anything.

This had to come when I'm simultaneously writing two papers, right?

In the Interest of Education

Ways to Tell If You Have Low Blood Pressure:

#7: You almost black out when you get up too suddenly from your chair.

o_O Um, yeah. I think I'm going to get up slowly for the rest of the day.

***

The rain has finally (mostly) ended, and it's a beautiful thing. I'm listening to the playlist I made of uplifting and snappy tunes, and I'm almost feeling good again. Work is being worked on, and I actually have a very tight thesis and structure for my first poli sci paper. My biggest worries, actually, are the two seminar exams next week. I feel like my analysis just isn't at the right level- I make decent observations, but taking the additional step of "what of it?" is proving difficult. Still, the closer I get to finals, the closer I get to summer break, right?

Right.

Also, I just moved the part in my hair over a couple of inches. I have no idea why I did that, but the end result is rather nice, so I think I'll keep it. Mmm, I love the smell of randomness in the morning.

Sunny Side Up

I, um...I think I got sunburned today.

I've never been sunburned in my life. So when I was sitting in full sunlight in the early afternoon for 2 hours today, I didn't think anything of it, because I've done that for far longer in the past with no consequences except tanning. The thing is, I forgot that I didn't really go out in the sun last year, so I'm about as pale as I've ever been in my life. Or, at least I was. Now my arms are starting to itch and I definitely have a tan/burn line where my sleeve ended. Crap.

I can't believe this! I once sat in the upper deck of Yankee Stadium in August from 1-5pm for an extra innings game against the Mariners, and nothing happened. I went on the beach for 8 hours and only my nose got a little red. And now I'm getting burned from 2 measely hours? I've become Irish! Ack!

Okay, other stuff. I'm still working on more cover letters, because those stupid things take me forever to write. I sewed a belt loop back on to my jeans. (It was my newest pair, too. Tsk.) Today I still need to finish my seminar reading, start my final seminar paper, and really get started on one of my poli sci papers, because it's due next week. And after that? The deluge. I would say I'm not allowed to have fun anymore, but I've only had fun on about 3 occassions this entire semester, so there isn't much of a change there.

*looks at entry title* Happy things! Let's see...um, I'm highly amused by the watch mark on my wrist. So until tomorrow, at least, my sunburn will serve to amuse me.

Chicken Little Syndrome

This morning it was snowing. And then it stopped. And then it rained. And then it was sunny. And then it snowed again, for about 2 minutes. And now it's sunny again.

*squints*

I don't trust it.

Eyes Raised to the Heavens

I've finally finished writing my cover letters.

*angelic choir*

Now it's time for course advising!

*crackling flames*

The political science department, being ANNOYING, just informed me that actually, they overenroll their seminars, and everyone (yes! everyone!) in my seminar next semester is a senior. And I'm just a poli sci minor; how am I going to gain the advantage when a few people have to be pushed out? The head of the department said that a few people always move on their own, but I can't possibly count on my luck unless it's bad. So I'm making elaborate plans to say a friendly hello to the prof- or more friendly hellos than usual, since I really do like the guy. Which is why I want to take his seminar. ARGH.

Maybe I'll declare a double major. All I need is one more credit anyway. *ponders*