winterophelia

It's been a while.
Um.
Stuff is about the same.
I need to finish this paper so I can graduate. Thinking about doing work almost makes me feel physically ill. Had a panic attack about school last Wednesday. Spent all of Thursday hiding in Nate's room sleeping. Got out of bed three times: twice to pee and once to look at pictures Mike had posted to nedroid of our bathroom, Beartato toilet, and Reginald sink. The weather was beautiful, Jim was here, and I missed it all. There was karaoke outside which was entertaining to listen to, though it did wake me up.
Saturday Clare, Nate, Paul, and I went on a bike ride to Big Hill park. I failed. Upon returning home there was little to do, so we took Mike hostage and then made Elsbeth shave his legs. Then there was a Drunkington and Shoe and I dyed Irene's hair. I passed out on my face and woke up around 8:30 in a very awkward position.
Pictures here and here.
Today game was canceled and Clare, Mike, Nate, and I played Zombies.
None of this is homework. Shit.
Mike and I are halfway through like three different art projects. He says there's a parallel universe where we're at art school going "Man, I seriously need to finish this painting, but I really just want to write a critical analysis of Othello."
I can't really think of anything else.
It needs to be a month ago.

Mmm, so much fail.
I'm ready for winter break. But that means it'll be that much closer to next semester and classes about women and graduation. D:

( To Do List )

It's a little after the fact to be telling myself to get with the program. Oh well.

The weekend was good. Friday began with circle of death and ended soon after with an apartment full of stupidly drunk people. Austin flipped me over his head and broke a towel rack. Duct tape everywhere. Saturday I kind of wanted to just stay home and work on Shadowrun stuff, but I went with Nan and Jameson to Madison for Curtis's birthday. Being off campus is the best thing ever. Comedy club, walking around, Nan getting hit on by drunk guys, 3am pizza, Jameson drunkenly putting his arms around Curtis and singing 'Angel' softly, finding a lost disposable camera in the cab, falling asleep to Switch (which was pretty awful). All pretty good. Also, corn is delicious.

Last week was awful, but let's not talk of that. Instead let's focus on the imminent 58 song setlist on Rockband and how it will spell doom for my hands or my voice or perhaps both.
My 12 o'clock class keeps getting canceled :D, but it's because Ed is sick D:.
Oh! I got a new computer. It's an hp desktop with a nice graphics card. Between it and my external I have a terabyte (I'm really excited about that). I need to get my laptop fixed now and then I will be unstoppable?
I was going to counseling at the Health Center to see if it could help me figure out what I need to do to be academically motivated. It helped, I think, despite the fact we kept getting off that subject and talking about social crap. I guess I'm feeling a lot better now that I've decided to drop Pat's class, although it is by far the most interesting class I'm in--the work would ultimately kill me.
I think I gained weight last week and slowly lost it over the course of this week. Thanks Commons. Speaking of which, lunch soon, then map quiz in Andras's class, then the weekend!

I think I need to spend more time alone. It might help me not feel so shitty and get work done during the week. Bleh.