Forty Eighth Post

Gah, it's an "eighth" post again... That is probably one of the words that weirds me out the most, and I'm in organic chemistry, german, and a class that covers welsh literature.

Anyway.

Hi. The post name is going to change, but it's still me. "Raeann is Not a Nihilist" is the same person as "Bored College Student".

No, I'm not schizophrenic.

I'm not a nihilist, either.

All I did was switch email accounts to make the most dignified of my emails -- also the one attached to my youtube account -- the email for my main web browser (chrome, in case you want to emulate me).

Cheers, my fine reader friends. Cheers.

P.S., my youtube name is "raeannisnotanihilist" and I have one video up at this point. I may link them in and make this kind of an interchangeable thing, blog and vlog.

Come say hi! www.youtube.com/raeannisnotanihilist

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.