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degree in evil math required
As re: the music, oh my god random guy next to me if I can hear that mope-rock so clearly you are seriously blowing your eardrums out. Do you want to be deaf by 24? DO YOU?!
Uh. Achem. Anyway.
Let's make a quick post before my japanese midterm- eek, by the way.
I'm finally caught up in nihongo- all it took was the threat of failing the class if I didn't get in all the work like rightnow. So, on two hours of sleep I have done everything- everything- I had missed before. And, it's all kind of perfect, except for that one section where I had to answer those random-ass questions.
I've been v. socially engaged the last couple of nights; monday I went to the depot with Taketa and learned that yes, indeed, I *am* a cheap date, now that I'm not constantly jacking myself up with nicotine. This is both good and bad, because while my tabs will be much cheaper, this also means I might get myself into some... interesting situations. I also learned that apparently I'm over T... that only took three years or so. This came up with my suggestion that if some old troll were to hit on me, I would label T as my totally-monogamous-has-adopted-a-Korean-c
Even as late as early 2007 the idea of even having T be my ersatz boyfriend would have thrilled me to no end, and I would have taken full advantage of that opportunity to act all boyfriendy in the hopes that yes, he would see that I was in fact totally awesome and yes, he would totally date me. Obviously this did not end up being the case, but it existed in the back of my mind for so long that I never thought I would really be over it. In fact, it turned into this weird, I guess, backup crush. I was into T and then I was into Derek and then that went to its sour end, and then back to T and then Logan, usw usw usw. But yeah, I guess that's over then. "Of course, we'll still be friends..."
I followed up the night of faggotry with a night of japanese homework until Susan decided that she was going to take me for late night adventures. I lured Arthur away from his evil math and off we went. We ended up wasting a lot of time in Beto's, that place on Howe(?) and ElCa that's very quickly becoming a staple of ASZ (Also Sprach Zarathustra?) hanging out, before deciding that damned the consequences we were heading to midtown. So we did, neglecting to remember/care that it was at this point 2 AM. We passed Lipstick, the climax of last week's adventures, just as all the hipsters were getting out; again, only using the main entrance. Seriously people. Three doors. Anyway. As it was now officially beer o'clock, we the Gleesome Threesome decided there was only one more place we could really have adventures. Oh that's right. 24-Hour WalMart.
Honestly, this would be a lot more entertaining as a photoblog, but A to my knowledge hasn't uploaded those candid shots of us with cat shelters on our heads and the Fish Riding Experience. Actually, I don't know if there were shots of the FRE, but my god was it surreal. I'm sure he'll phostoblog about it and I guess I'll just post a link to that.
Oh. Speaking of crosslinking between journals...
HI NEW INTERNET FRIENDS. I'M GLAD YOU DECIDED TO SEEK OUT MY OH-SO EXCITING AND ENTERTAINING LIVEJOURNAL ON THE INTERWEBS! DOES THIS MEAN THAT ALL OF A'S CRAZY NET STALKERS WILL START TO NET STALK ME TOO? JEEPERS OH GOLLY I JUST CAN'T WAIT!
Yeah, that vitriolic post about tthhee ppaarrttyy was referenced on the county-famous Diary of Antoine Roquentin and read by several internot celebrities. It even got a comment from one of them! Neat, huh? So you better enjoy my LJ while you can, because if I say the wrong thing now, it might get hackzored by a greyhat. Or, a lolcat. Either or.
Ok. Midterm time. Wish me luck!
Uh. Achem. Anyway.
Let's make a quick post before my japanese midterm- eek, by the way.
I'm finally caught up in nihongo- all it took was the threat of failing the class if I didn't get in all the work like rightnow. So, on two hours of sleep I have done everything- everything- I had missed before. And, it's all kind of perfect, except for that one section where I had to answer those random-ass questions.
I've been v. socially engaged the last couple of nights; monday I went to the depot with Taketa and learned that yes, indeed, I *am* a cheap date, now that I'm not constantly jacking myself up with nicotine. This is both good and bad, because while my tabs will be much cheaper, this also means I might get myself into some... interesting situations. I also learned that apparently I'm over T... that only took three years or so. This came up with my suggestion that if some old troll were to hit on me, I would label T as my totally-monogamous-has-adopted-a-Korean-c
Even as late as early 2007 the idea of even having T be my ersatz boyfriend would have thrilled me to no end, and I would have taken full advantage of that opportunity to act all boyfriendy in the hopes that yes, he would see that I was in fact totally awesome and yes, he would totally date me. Obviously this did not end up being the case, but it existed in the back of my mind for so long that I never thought I would really be over it. In fact, it turned into this weird, I guess, backup crush. I was into T and then I was into Derek and then that went to its sour end, and then back to T and then Logan, usw usw usw. But yeah, I guess that's over then. "Of course, we'll still be friends..."
I followed up the night of faggotry with a night of japanese homework until Susan decided that she was going to take me for late night adventures. I lured Arthur away from his evil math and off we went. We ended up wasting a lot of time in Beto's, that place on Howe(?) and ElCa that's very quickly becoming a staple of ASZ (Also Sprach Zarathustra?) hanging out, before deciding that damned the consequences we were heading to midtown. So we did, neglecting to remember/care that it was at this point 2 AM. We passed Lipstick, the climax of last week's adventures, just as all the hipsters were getting out; again, only using the main entrance. Seriously people. Three doors. Anyway. As it was now officially beer o'clock, we the Gleesome Threesome decided there was only one more place we could really have adventures. Oh that's right. 24-Hour WalMart.
Honestly, this would be a lot more entertaining as a photoblog, but A to my knowledge hasn't uploaded those candid shots of us with cat shelters on our heads and the Fish Riding Experience. Actually, I don't know if there were shots of the FRE, but my god was it surreal. I'm sure he'll phostoblog about it and I guess I'll just post a link to that.
Oh. Speaking of crosslinking between journals...
HI NEW INTERNET FRIENDS. I'M GLAD YOU DECIDED TO SEEK OUT MY OH-SO EXCITING AND ENTERTAINING LIVEJOURNAL ON THE INTERWEBS! DOES THIS MEAN THAT ALL OF A'S CRAZY NET STALKERS WILL START TO NET STALK ME TOO? JEEPERS OH GOLLY I JUST CAN'T WAIT!
Yeah, that vitriolic post about tthhee ppaarrttyy was referenced on the county-famous Diary of Antoine Roquentin and read by several internot celebrities. It even got a comment from one of them! Neat, huh? So you better enjoy my LJ while you can, because if I say the wrong thing now, it might get hackzored by a greyhat. Or, a lolcat. Either or.
Ok. Midterm time. Wish me luck!