winterophelia

I'm working on a belated birthday card for Jonathan and I have to pee.

Um. Let's see. I went to Boston weekend before last and hung out with my cousins, my aunt, and my mom. It was a lot of fun and nice to be far away from campus. For Halloween this weekend I played golf with those other kids, which was a lot of fun as well. I was rule 63 Tony Stark. I made an arc reactor. My hair is (temporarily) black). Pictures from Boston and Halloween are here.
I'm going to need to buckle down and start doing some work soon, but all I want to do is talk about comics and edit people's fanfiction. I keep coming back to the fact that I kinda majored in the wrong field. Bbbbbbut, Beloit probably would have killed my love for whatever I would have majored in besides History, so there's no winning. Durr. I can't even really bring myself to pick out classes for next semester, the selection is too desolate and depressing.

Going to go read these prospectuses and then get back to the funtimes.

...the meeting I thought was tomorrow was apparently TODAY AT 4.
I. Fail. At. College.
I'm simply mortified. I seriously need to get my fucking act together. Dear Lord.

>>>I would like EVERYONE, and I do mean everyone, to throw out an idea of something they'd like to be in a movie.<<<

For example: a giant squid attacking a ship done very cheaply (in a bath tub with sponges on Caitlin's fingers for tentacles).
I need ideas.

Also, added some more pictures to this album.

I've been doing a lot of hanging out with people lately, which is fun. Nothing overly exciting has happened other than SFB has decided to perform at open mike night at Coco one night this summer. We'll rock 300% hardcore. I need to update our myspace. Caitlin and I are planning a trip to Boston with Christi and Kevin, and maybe Nathan and Sarah.

I had a long ass dream last night that included two of Kevin's friends (that don't exist) getting pissed off at each other and one shot the other causing this old neighbor of mine to have a heart attack. I told my dad to get me a whole bunch of the neighbor's WWII stuff at the estate sale since I wouldn't be there because Caitlin and I went to Boston/NYC, which proceeded to flood when we got there. We paddled around in huge boats with a bunch of people we didn't know. At one point we ran into a whole bunch of people who really wanted to get in the boats and I said something about how the boats might sink or tip over with all these added people and someone said "Thanks Kate Winslet." I spent the rest of the time with this little boy who had his adorable puppy in his jacket pocket until we decided to go up to the top level of a parking garage to await rescue. What the hell.