Twenty Third Post

Spring break is over. Classes have begun.

None of my plants died over break; my roommate and I weren't fined for forgetting something on the check out sheet...

Weirdly, it snowed today. While the sun was shining. I should probably also mention for any southern hemisphere readers that I live in the northern hemisphere and it is spring here.

Really, it's a bit odd when you walk outside to be greeted by the blinding daystar... and snow. the whole of campus was wandering around, squinting at the sky, and trying to catch snowflakes. I think the high schoolers (many high schools are currently on break and thus visit us) were disturbed by this...

Twenty Second Post

Spring Break!

I am well into my spring break, actually.

And no, I'm not off on some exotic adventure.

I'm at home.

Sitting on the couch.

Because all my friends are still in school.

In any case, I can make lots of cookies...

Honestly, it was time for break. I could feel the readiness of the student body. Heck, I was ready. I had three exams- one for each lab class- last week. I was very much done with school for a while. And, thanks to the exams that made my life something of a hell, I don't have homework over break!

I like break.

Twenty First Post

My blog can legally drink in the US.

But more exciting than that, it's pi Day! I'm even typing this post before midnight, so it's still pi Day. It's the "3.14th Post" I suppose, but whatever.

To celebrate pi Day, I walked to a grocery store and bought an apple pie. I would have made it, but aside from not having any filling, I don't have the makings for a crust, either.

It was a good pie, for a store-bought affair. I'm used to pies made by mother or either grandmother with fresh apples (and lots of them), but it's been a long time since we've had one of those.

On a completely unrelated tack, do any of you readers know anything about electrical physics and equilibrium chemistry? I'm swamped in impossible homework that's all due tomorrow... You know, the usual science major stuff.

Twentieth Post

My blog now has more posts than I have years of life.

In other news, I slept through my first two classes thanks to my alarm having been set for 20:00 instead of 08:00. This would not have been a problem if my alarm clock had 24-hour time. But noooo, I set it to 8 and missed the little "PM" sign up in the corner.

You would not believe how many times this has happened.

Most of the other times, my roommate woke me up. Here is a model of our exchanges: "Don't you have a class?" "(Expletive or feral grunting)" This time, though, she had pulled her first all-nighter and was fairly exhausted by the time she got back, and proceeded to sleep through her third class- my second class.

Now, normally I would wake up by myself at around, 0h, 09:00 if I got to sleep around midnight. I did not get to sleep until after 03:00.

I would call this a "Hell Monday".

The good news is that it is now Tuesday. I like Tuesdays, except I have to wake up for an 08:00 lab. Other than that, they are fairly low-key, no-thinking-required-outside-lab days. Those are nice on days with an 08:00 class.

If you are thinking that my blog has been less than boring lately, keep in mind that I'm bored enough to write it.

Nineteenth Post

Today, I went to the gym on campus and worked out. And got sweaty. Because that's what happens when one works out.

On an unrelated note, I have been going through a Three Days Grace obsession. I vacillate between hard rock, "alternative" rock, and classical, although I always like classical music. I don't always like hard rock and I don't always like alternative. Maybe I'm just liking the hard rock sound because I'm subconsciously angry at my ex-boyfriend still.

That was an unboring thing that happened- this guy is a jerk and a loser; him breaking up with me over a year and a half ago was the nicest thing he ever did for me. And then he texts me out of the blue asking me to date him again... Needless to say, I said no. But I'm still bitter, which worries me. I don't need to be bitter.

If you were dead or still alive... I don't care.

Funny how needing to say that proves that I do in fact care still. Don't get me wrong, I don't want the boy dead. But I need to sing along to that song, just to convince myself that he really doesn't control me any more.

On that note, I usually hate singing along. I am the one who stands at the back of the dance room, if one can even get me to go to the dance, and doesn't even bob her head to the music. I bob my head to this, and then some. And I sing along.

Sorry for the non-boring post. At least me going to the gym was boring...

Eighteenth Post

Today, I went to lab. And then I took a nap. And then I went to work. And then I ate dinner. And then I went back to my room and did homework for about six hours. And that's why this is an especially boring post. And now it is time for bed. Because I am braindead and have an exam tomorrow... Today... Oh, God...