So instead of studying or writing the take-home essay for this Thursday final I HAVE to get an A on, I've been reading webcomics and fooling with facebok since 9 pm. I have class in 8 hours, then work, then one magical evening in which I must do (and study) the exam review, essay, and prep for my OTHER final (this one cumulative) on Friday.

Lord oh Lord, why do I do this?

They're very lovely dreamscapes, too. Yesterday, Eva, John, Nel, and I spent 5 hours painting three walls in my apartment. I then spent 6 more hours finishing it. My friends are wonderful people and their noble sacrifices of time and clothing will not go unheralded. *trumpets sound* 

I haven't cleaned anything from the painting yet, so that's what I get to do today. I just stuck all the brushes/rollers in a bucket to soak and closed the cans. Here's to hoping for no touch-ups!

The Hyundai has been christened by our curb, so I also need to go to NTB and get the tire replaced. Dad's seriously considering taking a sledgehammer and chisel to the bastard and ending it. I approve.

 LIfe update:

1) Am currently going to Grad School at UTD in Human Development and Early Childhood Disorders. Am also living with parents and leeching money.

2) As per the aforementioned statement pertaining to the exact nature of my current income, I have a new car and laptop. Thus, I am mobile both physically and interdimensionally.

3) I work at Callier part time now. Yay for paying my parents back while still living off them....huh?

But aside from my obvious dependency issues, life's good. Busy as hell, but overall amazing. Go figure. A reasonably happy entry!

Got a twitter. Let's see if I use it.

ETA: it's actually TexadelphiaKid

1) Still haven't heard from those teachers, but I dropped the one class and signed up for the most likely of the other 2.  It's MW 4:40 - 7:35. What am I going to do when I'm not in class?

2) Ceiling fan fixed. Not electrocuted yet, either. A ++

3) Flash drive was in Tech Center. Is now home safe and sound. Still procrastinating on that essay, though.

4 & 5) Oh please. Boys are silly. Seeing Sam this week and he promised to see Star Trek with me. I'm so much nerdier than he is, but he'll give in eventually.

1) I ended up passing the class I'm supposed to be taking in summer school, however there are 2 other classes I'm waiting to hear about. I need to get out of my original choice and maybe get into another class, but I don't know if I'll even need to take summer school anymore because the teachers haven't finished fiddling with my grades. I can't sign up for classes online because my GPA is too low to be accepted by the Temple website.  The advising office is closed and won't reopen until Monday, the first day of classes.

2) My ceiling fan started leaking a waterfall today for the first time in 2 years. The landlord won't be around to fix it until tomorrow morning.

3) I lost the flash drive with my admissions essay and all the school work for this semester on it sometime between Wednesday and Thursday. It's either at the Planetarium or the Tech Center. No one at the Planetarium will return my calls or answer my messages and the Tech Center is closed until Monday.

4) Three guys I've known since Sophomore year have suddenly decided they want to have in-depth conversations about why "we" never worked out and what it might've been like if "we" had actually happened. One is Lucky (yes, that Lucky), who forgot to tell me he got married in December. Another is Scott, who called me twice a day for the first 2 weeks I knew him. The last is Matt, who I actually cared about and that makes this whole rehashing thing feel futile and more than slightly masochistic because he's from England but lives in Germany.

5) The guy I'm currently dating is moving faster emotionally than I am and it's turning me off. At this rate, he'll expect us to be engaged by the time I leave in July! He invited me to his co-worker's wedding in June.

Just noticed that I rarely, if ever post happy thoughts. Gonna have to change that.

I'm in the Tech Center, that eternal hole of life-sucking online distractions, theoretically doing homework.

My computer got fed up with all the abuse and left me. My profile's "corrupt" and therefore has set itself up a temporary one upon which nothing can be saved. Also, if I try to reorganize anything at all, it disappears into the land of lost files. Not even Recuva could find my Leah folder after I tried to put it back on my desktop. What a shame, seeing how my life's in there. Also, my music is all gone. Well, inaccessible, but really that's the same thing if I have no clue where it went. Thank God for last.fm.

All of this sounds remarkably like a bad episode of Dissociative Identity Disorder. My laptop's developed an alternate persona to protect itself and has finally lost control of whatever reality it inhabited before. I took it to Computer Services (Techo-shrinks), but they had no clue what to do.

That exam I had to turn in today? Forever lost to the abyss of my hard drive. I searched, but it's gone the way of my iTunes folder. It was in the Leah folder with all of my academic work for 5 years, all the pictures I've ever wanted to save, all the tidbits I found amusing, and every sentimental computer-related memory.

In happier news, I'm going to Vegas this weekend. Maybe I'll win enough money to buy myself a new laptop. :D *crying on the inside*

But yeah, Vegas!!! With Nelface, Karita, and Rickles!!! There will be money spent, money lost, and money earned...if I get desperate. Prostitution's legal in Nevada, people. All, however, will be well worth it for a weekend with friends away from stress-filled Philly.

I'm in such a morbid mood this post! Gah!!! I'm just going to run with it.

P.S. SARA- too much text?

I just spent the last 1.5 hours talking to a pretty good friend of mine. He graduated at the semester and is now on his way to the local recruiting office to report for duty. He will spend the next 6 months in Missouri training to become a civil engineering specialist with the Army. He'll then move to Georgia for a 3 week training in paratrooping and then, it's off to wherever the Department of Defense tells him to go, be it Iraq, Afghanistan, wherever.

So other than the fact that a friend just left to go fight a war, I'm doing pretty well. Getting work done. Skipped tae kwon do today because I didn't really sleep last night. Have been feeling mildly nauseous today due to said lack. Meh. Got my act together in all my other classes, though. Score.

ETA: Sorry for the tres depressing entry.

Hip-hop musicals are spectacular things. Especially when they're Seven Against Thebes (of the Oedipus Trilogy). Especially when you get to see 3 of your friends dance and sing and rap and beatbox like they've never done before. Mostly because they really never have done it before. Or, 1 of them, at least. And in public. Anyways, I have issues. Whatever.

( the reason for blargh )
La dee da, life's busy. I'm secretary for the Feminist Majority Leadership Alliance, I'm graduating and trying to find a job and sending out letters and applying for stuff. I'm also taking a full course load. I must be crazy.

I don't know what it is, but lately I've felt like sleeping has been a waste of my time. I've gotten a lot done and am no longer behind in papers or extra credit or anything, but I am le tired.

This is also my 2nd all-nighter in a row. It's only Tuesday and the next few weeks aren't going to get any easier. I need to buy stock in Starbucks. It's 24 hours, in the Tech Center, and a cute mohawked, pierced guy works the night shift. Can y'all guess how often I'm going to need "caffeine" and "breaks"?

This is only the beginning. It won't get easier. Gah, I'm giving myself a panic attack.

I'm a take-home exam in the hole and still haven't finished it. Have a quiz tomorrow that I should study for. Should meaning need to because I never went to class and therefore get to learn the material all by my lonesome.

I'm going to Ashlee's tonight instead. I'll bring all my stuff with me so I don't feel so bad about it.

That, Ladies and Gents, is how I rationalize my way out of a panic attack while still doing nothing to fix the cause. I think I gave up on school in 7th grade and never looked back.

ETA: I read what I wrote, thought it was almost ridiculous, and am not going to Ashlee's. I'll just go home and pretend to work so I can say I tried to try.

ETA2: Months after the fact, I've worked up the courage to admit that I went to Ashlee's after all.

It hit me today, the day after.  I was in the shower, so it was a weird kind of realization.

You know how sometimes ideas have a form? This one had one. It was a pink chiffon bow, but a dark pink. Kind of magenta. The ribbon was wire-edged, so the curves were crisp and perfect and the look was pristine. A tag was attached to the white box that supported it: Roe v. Wade is Safe.


And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what Obama means to me.

Boston is GONE!!!

And life is SA-WEET!!!!!

Garza'a kinda cute, ya think? :D Shame about his musical tastes, though. My predictions for the World Series: Philly in 7. I can't see these Rays giving them an easy time, but I think my heart's with the Phillies. If it wasn't, I think I'd be killed. No joke. There were riots here when we won the NLCS. I'm not going to make it official, though. I might have a thing for the Rays now that they've beaten Public Enemy #1.

Scheduling for my LAST SEMESTER OF COLLEGE begins tomorrow. Oh boy. On the plus side, by some miracle I have credits to play around with, so I'm taking my Psych capstone, 2 more upper level Psych classes, and then 2 electives. I think I'm going with French 1 and an acting course. Hopefully one without too much paperwork. I should research that....

Ok, getting up tomorrow for scheduling, so that means bed now. I walked 8.4 miles today (annual AIDS Walk) and canvassed for 4 hours yesterday, so my puppies are barkin'. Night y'all!!!

Going to see a screening/promo thing for my friend Ashlee's tourism and hospitality job. I swear, that girl gets the best stuff. She partied in the VIP lounge with Snoop Dog and the Philly Eagles and was asked out by 2 Red Sox (Coco Crisp and Manny). Now, I don't give a shit about any of them, but it follows that she'll get more opportunity with cool people and will eventually find a celeb worth knowing. On that day, I will, be jealous.

Tonight's also the VP DEBATE!!! Get excited people! The Philadelphia Metro (local paper thing) published a drinking game yesterday. Fun times. ;>

I've recently discovered Rise Against!, who are politically awesome and hardcore. Maybe it's because that's kinda my life these days, but oh well. Art mirrors life? That could explain why all the stories I've written for Creative Fiction have been getting notes like "Detached" and "Rushed".  www.youtube.com/watch

I need a haircut, but want Julia Stiles circa 10 Things I Hate About You hair. Long, curly/wavy, and pretty.

Oh! Going to Europe with Kari, Nel, and Courtney over Winter Break. Borrowed from Mom and Dad, and will be getting a job 2nd semester, but I can do all that. It's after the election, so I'll actually have time.

Did a 40 minute group presentation with 5 other kick-ass people between today and yesterday, so rawk for Emotional Development in Infants. I led the Discussion Section, too. I'm good at discussion. :D

See y'all in November!

PS- Courts, how does October 25-26 sound for a potential Boston or New York trip?

I lost the fight early Monday morning. I named the fly Bernard. He's gone now, but his presence was a light in the darkness. I'm thinking of getting a turtle.

The Caf in J&H isn't all that amazing, but they have the best grilled cheese sandwiches I've ever laid teeth on. They're gooey, but crusty and so so so buttery. I eat one and feel like I'm having the most exquisite heart attack in the world. I'm going to hell, though, because I put salt on my sandwich before I even sniff it.

My computer's power cord has finally given up the ghost, so I get to find a new one asap. I have a 2-3 page story due on Thursday I would rather write at home than here in the Tech Center. Home's cozier, and the weather today and supposedly tomorrow is rainy and generally blah. Yay life.

( My teacher's a leech )

It's actually 5:00 am, but who's counting when you can work a Matchbox 20 lyric into your post?

I lack the ability to shut my brain off and sleep, but I have to wake up in 5 hours to do some work before lunch with Gaby and my 2 Spanish classes. Then, it's FMLA until 8 pm and back home to do the exercises assigned for my Creative Fiction class on Tuesday. It's a great class, but I'm concerned that I don't write as well as most of my counterparts. We did the typical 'Hi, my name is Blah and I'm studying Such and Such and I'm here because Hopes and Aspirations" intros, but I think I'm the only one who doesn't really like writing. I'm in this because of my Dad and Grandma Ruthie. I think it'd be nice to give her something come April and Passover other than a failing grade report. This way, she'll have conclusive evaluations of my writing abilities by a third party instead of printing off my travel journal to be reviewed by my magazine-editor uncle.

You know it's getting sad when you consider the fly buzzing around your apartment company. I'm seriously considering a fish or something equally innocuous. I'll go stir crazy without something to talk to, and I'm sorry, but Lucky Bamboo and a winged insect don't count. Can't count. I won't let them count. The Bamboo doesn't have the motor abilities to respond to stimuli and the fly...it's a fly. As much as I feel for all of God's Creatures, I need one that's not traditionally a vector. That rules out mice/rats/rodents in general. I won't need to cage one of their own to attract the unvaccinated relatives. The neighbor's garbage might do that.

I think I'm going to see Gaelic Storm on the 18th again this year (if I have the cash), so it's something to look forward to. I talked Anna into spending her money to go with me, and hopefully she won't back out. I asked her last week and we're going to buy the tickets tomorrow, so she should've been able to plan for this. I don't know if she likes Irish music or not, but c'mon. It's Gaelic Storm.

My intensity of feeling at this wee hour seems to derive from Spanglish. It's an Adam Sandler movie about a family that's cracking up. It was on TBS and I was bored....Bad idea, but as good an excuse as any for why I'm not sleeping.

Had a very full weekend, what with my phone not functioning in a 2 block radius around my apartment and all. Spent most of Saturday running around Center City in Hurricane Hannah (no pun intended) so I could wait for Ashlee's call and meet her when she came in on the R3. I didn't stay in one place for more than an hour, so I spent $14 on coffee/tea/snacks/dinner over 4 hours. Went to AT&T, H&M, Borders, Maoz falafel, and Starbucks. It was an interesting study in the travel habits of urban center dwellers during a massive rainstorm. I looked out the window a lot.

My posts tend to be dense and emo, so I think I'll end here and hope it's not too heavy. That, and I really should try to sleep before it gets light out this time.

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List 5 songs you like that start with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

stalkthe_idle gave me this one in the key of G.

1)"Golden Years" David Bowie
2) "Green Eyes" Coldplay
3) "A Girl and Her Horse" Carbon Leaf
4) "Girl America" Mat Kearney
5) "Give Me Some Truth" John Lennon

You think you can handle this? Reply and I'll give you a letter.

Found this and can't tear myself away. Enjoy!!!





ETA: I just realized, 2 months later, that I never said what this was. It's Gaelic Storm doing the Lumberjack Song.