Thirty Fifth Post

My number of posts is really getting up there. Just saying.
So, my roommate's "friend with benefits" finally asked her out, which sort of makes my life easier. Her life kind of fell apart, what with her best friend since forever ago deciding that she had too many problems for her to deal with. So this is something of a welcome event.
Unfortunately, boyfriend guy has taken over my room for the evening. He will be out before my chemistry assignment is due, but I'd rather be in my room on my own computer that doesn't have a weird clunky spacebar and an "ergonomic" keyboard, which puts the "b" key on the wrong side of the gap for me. So I'm actually straining my hands more than I would normally.
This is turning into a rant session. But I really do hate this keyboard, which also has an overactive backspace key. And the mouse is stupid. I miss my mac trackpad...
Classes. Classes are... going. As it turns out, organic chemistry is harder on my brain than physics was. Ironic, isn't it, that the hardest year of my life will be the one with only one science course...
Anyway, I need to go kick boyfriend guy out of my room so I don't fail organic.

Thirty Fourth Post

So, school.
It's pretty much... school-ish... I go to class, I talk with my roommate, gripe about the state of the bathroom, complain about the inconsistently freezing cold showers, and hoard 90% dark chocolate.
I recently had my birthday, which was "fun", since all the people I know on facebook wrote on my wall and/or accosted me in person.
Now I'm lurking in the science library computer room trying to work up the motivation to do organic homework before the day it's due.
It's not working.
I'm going to go back to my room, make up German flashcards so I don't fail another quiz, and read Going Postal by Terry Pratchett.
In my defense, I failed the German quiz because I was studying the wrong page.
...It really doesn't help to know that I failed a quiz because I couldn't tell page 19 apart from page 37, though.
I'm going to go hide under the covers, actually. After I do everything else and my laundry.

Thirty Third Post

Well, school has started.
As has the deluge of homework. Well, it's more like "dormwork" or "coffeeshoppework" or "librarywork" or "Kraftwerk" in my case, but whatever. In any case, it's a flood of Biblical proportions, thanks to my class schedule. I believe I was moaning about it in apprehension, but a few of my professors turned out to be crazy enough that my expectations were exceeded.
Would you all like a summary of how my day went? Of course you would!
Here's a slightly-edited copy of the email I sent my curious parents last night, which is a slightly-edited version of the long series of IMs that I sent a friend while he was offline, resulting in a glut of notifications when he logged back in.

(From) Bored College Student
(To) Mom and Dad
(Subject) First Day of Class in Summary Complete With my Feelings at the Time

What I Did Today:

Wake up. Bleh... Although I did get 11 hours of sleep, I'm kind of sick.
Go to core and make it on time, but only barely. Yay, no public spectacle!
Core lasts 70 minutes instead of 50. NOT OKAY.
Have to forgo breakfast of coffee and scone. *Murderous rage*
German- Awesome professor, Frau Buxton, pretends to scare us off (the thick accent helped), and later says that one student is "legit" because his name is for real (it wasn't on her master list, hence her skepticism, plus it starts with two Zs). Day considered salvageable.
Lunchtime. Food, yay!
CREAM OF BROCCOLI SOUP FOR THE WIN! (Best lunch EVER!)
Irritating classmate from high school (who I thought was long gone) finds me and drags me to her table. Day no longer quite so awesome... Lunch slightly ruined.
Discussion group for core. Meh...
Late for organic chemistry. Blugh...
Forget iclicker. Ugh.
Get headache from closeness of room and from professor's voice. Boo...
Discover whereabouts of cookies (previously removed from room; primary suspect- classmate from high school that helped me with physics last year, but makes a general nuisance of himself as a rule). Yay!
Drink cider. Good stuff, that...
Hang out with a friend from high school who is fun to hang out with for a bit, but tends to grate on my nerves after too long (who invited herself to my room). Good up to a point.
Discover that I am totally high on being sick. Woohoo!
Karate! I love karate...
Skip meeting for shower. Win!
Break shower handle. Water is freezing.
Fix shower handle! Water promptly scalds me.
Type up long, rambling email.

To Do Later:

Do german homework? Maybe... (I did some...)
Stress a little about the fact that I have gobs of homework already? Absolutely. (Yep)
Psych myself up about having a peaceful breakfast at 7:30 in the morning when all I want to do is sleep... (Not so much. And I took to long to get ready and had to put off breakfast until I got out of class at 9:30.)


All in all, it worked out to be an okay day, and today was pretty good other than an epic battle with my printer, which wasn't (note the past tense, cause I won) speaking to my computer, and an ongoing battle with a homework site that won't accept my login.
But tomorrow's Friday! That means that I can trudge through class and then try to get a random assignment for my o-chem class posted to a (different) homework site (that works). Then I get to avoid being dragged around by the friend from home who grates on my nerves but didn't steal my cookies (you know who you are, cookie thief!). She needs to make her own friends. I have my own things to do; she has hers. With luck, this will become apparent to her soon.
Anyway, I've stalled on copying down my German wortschatz for long enough, and we have a vokabelquiz on Monday.

Thirty Second Post

September has rolled around. School is starting up with a vengeance, and I am getting sick.
I met my new roommate, who is from California, USA.
She is nice and likes to rock climb.
I keep running into my old stalker, who seemed determined to keep my life from being boring. I prefer boring to not being safe from unexpected, awkward "conversations" in my own room, thank you. He doesn't know where I live this year.
Speaking of where I live, we have a couch! That was pretty exciting.
I finally decorated my wall, using up several pieces of paper and replacing two ink cartridges. The printer-wraith seemed to be pleased by my offering, and printed the rest of the pictures very nicely. The result was well-worth the effort, however, as I know have Heroes (TV Series) pictures and logos, XKCD comics, LOLcats, various other comics, British WWII-era propaganda posters, Dune movie covers, and Bourne pictures and movie covers scattered about my walls. It actually kind of looks like I live here now.
Class starts tomorrow. I am expecting a lot out of German 101, since earlier today I spent $300 on the book. I finished the "soul killing" book for one of the four classes that all students have to take to graduate, much to my roommate's shock.
When I look at my schedule on the spreadsheet that I make for every semester to plan out my days and keep from conflicting classes, my schedule looks rather paltry. Only three Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes, one Tuesday-Thursday class, one PE class, and just one lab. Unfortunately, all three of the Monday-Wednesday-Friday classes are four credits, and the Tuesday-Thursday class is a 300-level course (all my other classes are 100- or 200-level).
It's going to be one heck of a semester. I hope to take an ice-skating class for Jan-Term. And that is it.

Thirty-First Post

I'm never sure whether there should be a hyphen in numbers like "thirty first". So I put one in this time. 

I would like to say that my summer was not too horribly boring, in spite of my blog title. I hung out with friends, read way too many books, ordered and rekindled my hate for overpriced textbooks, developed a passion for designing knit and crochet scarves and bags, got my wisdom teeth out and a crown in, and learned how to shoot various and sundry firearms. 

Really, it was a great summer, other than the fact that my arm is really, really sore today. It was totally worth it; I love guns now. I mean, I still flinch every time one goes off, but I like the feeling of holding something that powerful in my hand(s). I have terrible aim, and I also learned that I need to be doing waaaaay more pushups in the morning, but it was great! I can load guns, I can be safe around guns, I can fire guns... I'm totally getting a concealed weapons permit as soon as I'm legal and looking into a handgun with a nice safety that I can keep in my purse, possibly in a knit or crochet bag-thing. (It will need a good safety because I'm now paranoid about guns that don't have safeties, and I want it not to discharge in my purse. I can picture it now... *Me walking along/being at work/being at the doctor's office/you get the picture* *BAM!* *Screams from surrounding people* "Oh, sorry, that was my gun." "Your WHAT?!" "My gun. I keep it in my purse or pocket at all times. You know, like mace... but a gun." *Screams of horror* *Me being arrested/losing job/causing heart attack/losing gun permit/you get the picture*)

Anyway. 

I also mentioned that I got my wisdom teeth out. Now, my friend had his wisdom teeth out a while ago, but he was told that recovery was better with topical anaesthesia and laughing gas. I was told that as well, but I have a hard enough time dealing with cleanings, so I ruled out being conscious as a method of extraction. I've never been under general anaesthesia, so I was rather excited. My friend apparently hasn't either, or he wouldn't have told me to email him whilst incoherent (he was abroad at the time, so I couldn't text him). My incoherence consisted entirely of being unconscious. 

It was really cool, going under... I'm sitting there, busily not looking at the freaking needle in my freaking hand (because my elbow vein is too skinny for needles lately), waiting for the anaesthesia to hit. The nurses or whatever they are are busy ignoring me, putting creepy metal tools on my chest, and waiting for the oral surgeon. He comes in, finally, and informs me that he's putting medicine in my drip, as if I couldn't figure out what "anaesthesia" means. At this point, he stabs the IV bag thing with a syringe. Then he tells me that I will feel like I'm floating, and that it's normal for the ceiling to move. 

I'm totally on board with this whole unconsciousness thing. I get dragged out of bed at an ungodly hour, all so I can go get put back to sleep. Cool! In any case, my arms started floating, which reminded me of my former roommate on NyQuil, and then I realised that the chair was gone, which reminded me of being on a roller coaster at the bottom of the drops, when your feet won't stay on the floor of the car, and I kind of panicked, but then I started laughing, and then they woke me up. 

I was not pleased to be woken up. I wanted to keep sleeping. I had gauze packets in my mouth, top and bottom, and I could hardly stand, and I was sleepy. FYI, those chairs are quite comfortable. 

I got home without falling asleep, then promptly fell asleep on the couch. 

When I woke up, I discovered that my shirt had been inside out the whole time. Then I took hydrocodone and vomited up the meager contents of my stomach immediately. As it turned out, I'm allergic to hydrocodone, which meant that I staved off massive amounts of pain with acetaminophen. Joy!

It was only supposed to take two sets of gauze packet things to stop the bleeding. It took all the gauze we had, plus about four sets of earl gray teabags because my mom was totally out of english breakfast. I hate the taste of earl gray at the best of times; it doesn't improve with blood. I still had to spit the blood into a bowl because I was bleeding that much. 

But now I'm better, other than a weird zit-like thing with lots of lovely blood and pus on one of the sockets caused, according to my dentist, by the gum healing faster than the bone, but that cleared up pretty quickly. I do have a superpower, though, and that's that spicy food doesn't bother me any more. 

Spicy food has been the bane of my existence as a vegetarian. Half the vegetarian food in the world is overly spicy, and the other half is overly bland. The other, other half is about right, but I have trouble finding it. Now, however, I can eat whatever the heck I want. 

And, as this is one heck of a post, I'm just going to end it there. 

Thirtieth Post: Solstice Special!

It is now Summer.

Summer is boring.

However, at this point the days will start getting shorter again.

Thank God for the solstice.

Unfortunately, it also means that I have three months left of "summer", with only two of them not involving school.

I almost-but-not-quite envy my cousin, and my friends at quarter schools. They actually follow the seasons. School starts at the end of September (start of fall) and ends in the middle of June (beginning of summer).

It just makes sense.

But it also makes sense to get back from school before the quarter school students, and snap up any jobs one can find.

Which, admittedly, isn't much. But we still get there first, by golly.

Suckers.

Twenty Ninth Post

Hey, y'all.

It's my summer! Has been for a week now, but that's not the point. You thought you were getting up-to-date, first-glimpse news? Well, think again.

Anyhow, it's summer.

Yep.

I'm mostly sitting around my house waiting for my job to start.

And... Yeah.

Don't expect much.