winterophelia

It's weird to think Milk Run was only a week ago.
I'm going to bullet point somethings...
-No sleep last weekend, completely out of it for the first few days of the week, though I did get to eat breakfast and play a bunch of Rockband.
-Got registered for next semester, finally.
-Watched a super depressing Balkans film where a woman slumped on a couch, went into labor for a minute and immediately shot out a baby.
-Found out I will in fact be living in a townhouse with Mike, Patrick, and Brasington next year and will most likely be down the hall from Maya, Austin, Jameson, and Robert.
-New Battlestar. There's a reason to live now.
-A group of us walked to DQ and then down to the docks to enjoy the lovely weather and gross, gross river.
-Played a bunch of wow. I'm still a total noob. Emily, Hartley, Veronica and I spent all Sat night running Ramparts. I projected it in the lounge. We aggroed irl.
-It's been so nice out lately--I need to go outside more.

I really need to get my shit together. I think if I get on a more normal sleep schedule and start actually getting up at like 10 and doing work and then allowed myself to wow before dinner and then dick around for a while afterward before doing homework, I could catch back up and actually manage to get stuff done. I need to make myself only sleep 8 hours too, sleeping more on weekends is okay, but all the time has got to stop. I need to start going to the gym more regularly, get on some sort of schedule that will force me to stop being so lethargic, but not necessarily demand that I do more school work, because realistically, that's totally not going to happen. I just need to do as well as I've been doing so far in college, and maybe get geared up for that 300lvl history class next year. If I can make myself feel better physically and academically maybe I'll feel better overall?
Shit, I also need to register for that summer class as well as make sure it will transfer in enough credits for that whole science credit crap.
Also, Maiden's not coming anywhere near Nashville this tour, apparently.
Anyway, I hope I listen to my own advice. That being said, I should go to bed so I can get some work done tomorrow morning.

I changed my layout. It's been a long time coming.
These days I'm at a loss. I don't know what to do with myself ever. There has to be something productive I can do, but I can't think of anything. Also, I need to stop waking up every half hour to 45 minutes when I'm sleeping, it's damn annoying.
Time to study for my art history test and figure out how resumes work, but first I must record the past few days to digital memory so I can delete them from my mind.

Friday: Rockband like woah. Sarah and Caitlin came up to get Mike for the weekend :D I miss them.

Saturday: Hung out with the Jameson bunch, had drinking dance party, went to AST and was stolen by Marija who fed me vodka and green tea ice cream and we danced on the counters with Galen. Went home and watched movies with a slew of sober people and Dan.

Sunday: Watched all of BSG season 1 and ate chinese food. YAY.

Monday: Dance party after dinner with booze. Visited Jameson :D Came back and took shitton of random pictures with Emily, David, Mike, and Patrick. It seemed like the longest day ever.

Today: It was really nice out. We had a reading-on-a-blanket party, then Mike and I rode bikes to the public library, where we dicked around for two hours looking at how-to and dating books. The dating books taught me nothing. The school library apparently only has 3 dating books, half of which are from the 80s.

I want a weekend right now really bad.

Dear life,
Why didn't you tell me I had the first art history paper due last Thursday? What the fuck? I mean, I know it didn't seem like the sort of thing Kathleen would do, especially since she hasn't even gotten our paper topic proposals back to us--that seems a little weird. Soooo, I'm waiting until tomorrow to find out exactly what's going on. That's right. I might wonder why I did this later on, but probably not. It'll be okay. I'll catch up and do well in that class.
Actually, I kind of wish I could just not do this semester, call a vacation term last minute or something, but then I wouldn't graduate on time. I'm afraid of my grades, though so far I'm doing just fine in all my classes.
Also, why do I feel sick all the time these days. My diet is pretty much the same as always. That's the only justification I see for feel gross perpetually. Maybe exercising would make me feel better?
Furthermore, I need to get unlazy about dressing fancy and bizzare. It's been a while since anything more than a dress and pants. Especially if I lay my clothes out before going to bed. In fact, I'm going to do that right now, dammit.
Perhaps if I start getting motivated with little things, bigger things won't seem so daunting?
It's worth a try, right?
Anyway, that's it.
Bye
--Phoebe

We conquered Rockband, but not before the bass pedal broke from all of us wailing on it for hours. There was retardo pseudo-drama. Bill, Mike, and I watched all of Frisky Dingo. Mitchell and I sang "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" at dinner karaoke. For Valentine's day Mike, Patrick, Emily, Bill, Clare, and I all dressed fancy and lay out a tablecloth in Commons. Veronica and I have spent a chunk of the last two weekends with the Jameson contingent <3! Chelsea Clinton and Barack Obama came to speak on Monday. It felt like the longest day ever, but was kind of fun--especially the part where Mike, Emily, Patrick, Mitchell, Bill, Veronica, Michael, and I were standing for 45 minutes in a 5'x5' square, crammed together like we were in line for a Beatles concert and Paul gave us all handfuls of peanuts. The lunar eclipse was pretty, but it was cold. Have some pictures here and here?

I've been feeling kind of weird for the past couple of weeks. I find myself constantly focusing on the same unimportant things and feel a little crazy. Have the same dreams every night. Do the same thing every day. Sometimes feel lonely even around people I care about a lot. I've been thinking "It's just a passing funk, I'll get over it," but this has been going on for about a month, how much longer is it going to last?

I took out all my dreads and am level 60.

Classes have been going for a week and so far so good. Andras is AMAZING and says the best things ever. I keep almost falling asleep in my Art History class and during the silent Russian films. Been dorking waaaay out about rpgs--speaking of which, I need to type up all of the Star Wars games at some point. Also dorking out a lot about X-Men, which all began during Mike, Patrick, Veronica, and I taking Abi to the hospital for an infected bug bite and sitting in the waiting room for 4+ hours looking at fish.
Last Saturday, we sat around a lot. Patrick saw a cow in my ceiling. He and Mike ran a noir PI service on one of the floor mattresses, didn't offer much help with my missing heroine-addicted baby aklay, and made milkshakes out of our patellas. Then there was really nothing else to do so a bunch of us drank a ton. We spent the rest of the night listening to 90s music on youtube and singing along loudly. :D
No one lives next to me anymore. I have a parlor.

Christmas was good. I got dresses, Star Wars Risk, kitchen stuff, jewelry, and a cat calendar. My laptop has began the long slow process of shitting the bed, so I'm probably going to need a new computer by the start of the summer.
I've seen almost everyone now, which has been really nice. Went to Christi's for New Years. Watched BJ attack Nick with a Moose puppet. Spent time with Za and Jonathan. I still need to see Chris and Rose, though.
I miss school people though, a lot.

2007 kinda sucked and then again, it kinda didn't. I made friends with a whole bunch of amazing people and turned into a huuuuuuuuge geek. I now have dreadlocks with Star Wars ships in them and am a level 48 Undead warrior as well as a level 10 Twi'lek ace pilot. What happened? Whatever the case, I'm not going to rehash it all at great length. Here's a meme I stole from Emily.

( 2007 in review...kinda )

In the last few days of school I watched Congo finally, helped eat a gallon and a quart of ice cream, hung out with old friends, played Risk, packed light, and said goodbye to so many people who won't be back for a semester. Saying bye to Nate was terrible.
Now I'm stuck in the Chicago O'Hare airport after seeing Maya onto her plane. My flight was delayed until 8:15ish. I just want to be home with my family or in Beloit with my friends.
I should go check gate listings and then find somewhere to sit and play wow for a while. Maybe I'll get some fries?
Oh, it's been a while, have some pictures.

Another night without sleep in a gutter. On far too much meth-taintedkoolaid for it to matter. Passed time alone, whittling a new leg out of broken chair and cataloging my open lesions, scabs and infections.

I miss toilet paper, even single ply.

I miss simpler days in the before times. Before my pimp Gannon knocked all my teeth out.

This morning/midevening that bitch Emily was trying to steal my corner. When I went to get it back, she shanked me a few times with a punjistake, covered in her own excrement.

As I laid bleeding on the sidewalk, that armless legless bastard Ward cruised by on his ghetto hover-round. He is jealous of the prosthetic arms and legs I fashion out of broken furniture. So once more, he ran me over. And reversed back over. Then forward again. Then reverse. He repeated this six or seven times. He replaced the tires with tank treads covered in poisoned tacks a long time ago. Heard something resembling a cackle. If I wasn't pinned down and if he still had vocal cords I could probably hear his laughter better. The jew won't want to let me lick his crack-pipe clean or pay me my usual seventy-five cents for the rough recreational abuse of what little remains of my body.

Then the triplets showed up and whined about how my bleeding distressed them. With food so scarce, I don't understand how the triplets stay so fat. Everywhere I turn there they are. If I could afford broken glass I would cut them all.

Couldn't hook so I watched vultures eat the corpse of a bearded weirdo. Skinny blood covered naked kid snapped vulture's neck, but took weirdo's corpse instead. Probably for deviant sexual practices. The lack of necrophilia laws really hurts business. If I had an immune system, I probably would've crawled over to the vulture meat. The triplets swarmed it instead. Worst nature documentary.

I miss having eyelids.

By the by, I'm updating our game progress at this address: http://timmymemorialsquad.blogspot.com/

So, it's been a while. Um, we had an emergency drill last week where they faked blowing up dorms and a bunch of us dressed as superheroes and protested heroes not being invited to take part in the drill. Later a few of us dressed as terrorists and I put on a red clown nose to diffuse the effect of the ski masks and received the subject line compliment from the police chief-homeland security guy who was in charge of the whole exercise.
Thursday Mike, Ward, and I watched the Trailer Park Boys movie, and it was decent, but not as good as a lot of episodes. The weekend was pretty decent. Saturday night I played Halloween golf with non-w3l people. Maya and I were Tupac and Biggie. Sunday we watched the Family Guy Star Wars thing, Mortal Kombat: Annihilation, and Casino Royale with rifftrax. Star Wars was epic. One day I'll do a big huge write up. For now, I need to figure out what classes I'm taking next year, get my act together, and sleep more.
Boo.