winterophelia

Week in review so I can immortalize my last, fascinating weeks of college in livememory.

Tuesday: Told that I was not going to pass Jenelle's class, and therefore would not actually be graduating for reals. Worked on elevator caper with Paul. Watched Trigun with Nate until we fell asleep.

Wednesday: Elevator caper. Pictures here. Turned science center elevator into a p.i. office. I was Cynthia, Dixon Hill's secretary. Being on an elevator all day does weird things to your legs. Watched The Shining for the first time. It was kind of disturbing and scary. Nate falling asleep and breathing on the back of my neck didn't help. Jack Nicholson might be the only person who's gotten less creepy with age.

Thursday: Dicking around...I don't remember anything specific.

Friday: Meeting about academic things. I can probably just take a summer course to square it away. Whew. Concert/recital thing. Lit ball with Clare. Finished Trigun finally.

Saturday: Really really free market. Worked on bikeshare bike with Paul. Sunburn. Worked on Mike's car a little. Beers outside with those other kids. Watched Wall-e with Paul, Clare, and Nate. It was adorable and really sad from time to time. After everyone left Nate and I watched The Matrix for some reason with some glorious Drunkington time as an intermission.

Sunday: Game. took. forever.

Today: Went to lunch with Mike, got some super cheap sunblock that has the consistency of paint, put on white trash looking clothing, then we got paint brushes and 40s and worked on his car. The drunk made me tired and I took a nap and I've been staring at screens ever since.

Tomorrow I do most of Tom's paper. Also, last day of classes. O.o

( picture meme stolen from Emily )

Things have seemed extra college-y lately and I'm not sure why.

Last week was super quiet as Brasington was getting geared up for his one man play, Patrick barely exists during the day because of his nocturnal job, and Mike spends most of his time with Elsbeth now and is infrequently home. I came dangerously close to restarting my wow account, but resisted temptation and have been working on my Shadowrun character instead. One build is a vampire Voodoo chick and the other (just for shits and giggles) is a party centaur. He has all the spells like intoxicate, orgy, and entertainment.

At some point during the week I came home to Patrick practicing taking off his suit so that Dan Aykroyd (who was in Madison signing stuff) could sign his boobs.

Friday I went to Brasington's show "Here Lies Henry", which was really very good. Mike and Bill had a very short game of naked/strip tag, and then there was abundant sitting around on Whitney ground trying to figure out something to do. Something ended up being making brownies with a peanut butter center and n64 games. Then Nate and I watched season 3 of Venture Bros. until very late o'clock.

Saturday contained a lot of lollygagging until early afternoon when we had a group cleaning of Mike's room to prepare for Macks who is without home due to flooding. We set him up with a pretty sweet spread including a computer (does not work), record collection and player, bass and amp, tv and Nintendo+games, and awful promo material from the 90s WBCR got rid of. Emily and Elsbeth worked on their theses forever. Becca Miner made a onesie out of some of Mike's clothes while she, Nate, and I wrote a collaborative story about the Brasington Twins. Usual C-haus sitting, though Mike was more filled with rage than usual as the contrast between the week and work was more dramatic than usual (happy week vs stupid drunk people). Brasington turned into Drunkington. Passed out way early. It was nice to have so many people around, though.

Sunday was restless nearly all afternoon. Had a sammich. Game was canceled. I altered a shirt. Nate and I ate greasy Chinese food and watched Trigun until the sleep times.

For a fairly uneventful weekend, that's quite a long entry. I was just reading old entries and wishing I had been more explicit in describing some things so I could better remember what had happened. This might be too much. Whatevs, who reads all of these things besides Md and me, anyway?

Now...
To-do list:
-watch A Thousand Acres & write a comparison with King Lear.
-figure out the other half of that Tom paper (good luck) and write it.
-go to the gym?
-clean room.
-Rob things.
-research for Eve paper.
-kill academics dead.

I seriously need to do work.
Seriously.
SERIOUSLY.
Instead I've been playing with my tarot deck and staring at comics.
This weekend we watched War Inc. and The Prestige (both v. good in their own, v. different ways) and were drunk via circle of death and had Scissor Sisters and Bruce Springsteen dance parties. Jameson, Kate, Veronica, and I went into the last 4 minutes of a TKE party for shits and giggles.

During the day I watched a loooot of Doctor Who and a wee bit of Turchwad. Here's what I think: Moffat and Davies should brainstorm overarching plots together, relying heavily on Moffat, Uncle Rusty writes the fist half, Moffat does the second. Then they each proofread the other's work to make sure there aren't any Tinkerbell Jesuses or River "Mary Sue" Songs in there and voila! Moffat doesn't fuck up the Doctor and RTD doesn't muck up any endings with dumb shit.
As far as Torchwood goes...let a blind chimp scribble on some paper and force John Barrowman to interpret that as a script...better yet, I'll write the rest of it. It really couldn't get any worse.

I could go on, but I won't. Instead, maybe some work on this paper is in order.
My bandwidth is probably going to be capped after today. Poo.
Soon is the going home time.
Braisington is speaking in tongues.
I'm hungry.
Goodnight.

I was kidnapped on Thursday and taken to Memphis and listened to poppunkindienewrock music with Jonathan, Drew, and Drew's brother. 4 bands, I knew one song: "California" by Phantom Planet (I gave them a listen when Jason Schwartzman was still their drummer). I wonder if they're kinda bitter that they always have to play that song. For a long time we thought the opening band was "Paper Elephant" which was a sweet name, but it was "Paper Route" and v. underwhelming. We listened to World War Z and Drew bought me a 40 on the way back. It was a lot of fun. I want to go to shows/concerts more.
Today I had brunch with Ann and her roommate and their mothers at the Puffy Muffin...wtf. PANCAKES AND SAUSAGE.
Neil Patrick Harris kid was not working at Starbucks today.
Hung out with Caitlin, Becca, girl I did not know, Elizabeth, Katie, and Christi. We sat in the park, ate chicken, played tits-in-a-box [1,2,3], and watched batman things. It was actually super fun, a good combination of people.
Listening to all the music on my computer reintroduced me to MSI, among other things. I have obtained their latest album and have been listening to it a whole lot at work. It really helps drown out all the anger making things that happen there.
Have spent last week drawing the cover for Jonathan's comic idea in swanky comic style. Hit a snag on Iron Man last night. Also am making a quilt.
Rewatched most of Venture Bros. too. I forgot how much it rules.
School soon, but I try not to think about it. I have shit to do, like ding 70.

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.

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.

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.

A lot of the time when I see or talk to non-w3l friends they are sort of different to me. It used to just be a layer of sadness since I never leave my dorm anymore to hang out and only a few of them will even try coming over here for a visit. It's just kinda weird. Maybe I just got used to the dynamic of my high school friends--it doesn't matter how long it's been, we're all still a super tight group of people. Really, I just want everyone to get along. Also, I thought I left behind the notion of "being really good friends with straight guys means there's something going on there" in high school, but apparently not. It's really idiotic. So please, if anyone wants to know anything about what's going on with me, just ask me. Don't ask my friends, ask me for chrissake.

That was just some stuff I needed to get off my chest in a very general way.

We had a massive Halo 2 game Saturday night, and that's about all that's happened.
Oh, in Star Wars Nate stabbed me in the back literally.
Then he was vaporized.

I put more pictures in here.
Things are generally slow but nice.

Work has been that weird combination of intensely interesting but frightfully dull. I learned that the highest population of attractive painters were in nineteenth century Germany. Go figure. Also Henri Felix Philippoteaux painted the most adorable portrait of Napoleon evar. I'm going to be gallery sitting starting Wednesday. If you wanna come by and see me as well as kick ass Chinese art from ever ago, I'll be there 12-4 Wed-Sat & Tues-Wed. :D Speaking of art, there are new arts on ye olde DeviantArt.

On Friday Ann and Sarah came over to have a Harry Potter pow-wow. We went to the youth center for a little bit, went to walmart to buy a v. cheap item so as to get cash back to go buy foods at 1am, drove forever trying to find an open mcyukkos, and settled for suck in the box.

Ann left ridiculously early in the morning. We finally got up and went to Magistra's house for an ice cream social. There were maybe eight people there, but it was kind of nice to not have to see all the people who took Latin that were bitches in high school, only good people were there. Magistra's amazing and we looked at old convention pictures. Left with Jenny in tow, picked up Caitlin, and went to Hickory Hollow to take advantage of tax free shopping.
THAT. MALL. IS. GHETTO.
Needless to say we left after maybe forty-five minutes, picked up Elizabeth, and went to Opry Mills. Briley Parkway is AMAZING. Construction is pretty much done and it looks incredible. We all freaked the fuck out when we saw it, seeing as none of us ever go out that way. Anyway, shopping blah blah. Ran into Kira and Beth! I got weird skinny boys plaid pants and a silver belt for the Maiden buckle. :D As we were leaving there was an adorable puppy on top of a car.

On our way to Coco to meet up with Sarah's friends Brent and Rhiannon, we took a detour into the park and ghost rode to Mistah FAB. I only managed to get two pictures (1 and 2) while dancing. It was great, to say the least. Saw Jeremiah (<3!), met people, smoked hookah, talked, and came home. Sarah and I watched the first large portion of The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert while stuffing our faces with delicious jalapeño and cilantro hummus and fell asleep.

Today went shopping with my mother and got more PANTS :D. I am now ready to go back to school, and I think we're driving up, which is SUPER exciting. Also, registered for Geek Kon in Madison in early October. I'm wondering if I should try and run a panel on budget costuming and take my Firefly and Pirates stuff. It'd be fun, I think. Sarah's probably coming and I'm wondering if we can force some of the w3l people into costumes. Anyway, this has been way longer than I intended. The End.

This isn't doing work at all. But, I felt it necessary to update rather than write my journalism thing or more of my communism paper thing.

I'm a lot better now. Last week was pretty great, including the best thing ever on Monday. Zeke came over to Jameson and me when we were chalking outside and told me he missed hanging out etc. I was super ecstatic. It was great and made me infinately happier.

So, um, there's actually not a lot to talk about. Spending all my time on Whitney 3rd working on comic/playing Risk/making a 48 hour film. The pictures from this might be amazing.

Mike found an ipod in the trash and fixed it. Free 20 gig ipod.

We were going to see Grindhouse with Jim Gannon on Friday, but he got scared of weather and went home. Lame.

Rooming crap has been kinda stressful, I'll be glad when it's over, which is today after 5. I'm going for two singles for me and Maya in the back corner of a 64 hall. Please, oh please, be open. This may suck.

I'm in a totally different place from where I was a year ago. I spend the bulk of my time with people I never thought I'd hang out with. I don't really drink ever. I stay in on weekends and play board games and watch movies. I'm never in my room. I have no desire to leave Beloit other than to not do work anymore and see my parents. I'm not going abroad. It's kinda weird.

Okay, that was pointless, now to work for less than an hour before I have to do that room draw.