WOW.

WOW.

It's been awhile, ennit? Janurary to June, that's a grand half a year, six months, 24 weeks, and a lot of days. Yeah. I'm much better at updating on my deviantart, though I've even slacked off there... Meh.

Grades finished nicely: A, A, B+, B, B, and a C+. Completely aced Biology when everyone else was failing (ohnoes, I raised the curve xD) and just barely missed a B-  in Educational Psychology. I missed a couple days at the end and wasn't able to get in on the group presentation, so I missed about 10% of my grade. If I got a middle A on my final, I would have pulled a B >_<

What else. I've been dreaming a lot. Makes for great story ideas. Like last night, I had some weird dream that had a giant rabid polar bear (looked like Iorek) rampaging about this research place, and police, and I barely made it out alive. Cool beans. Now I just need to get writing all of the stories I have saved in my plot folder...

Ah... So, I've been saving up for a BJD since January, ya... And... recently, I decided on a smaller version of the one I originally wanted, and as I had enough, I just bought him :x Gale should be here in July. Expect pictures. Yeah.

Hmmm... I've been convinced by Morgan that I should get back into roleplaying, so I'm polishing up a character and am going to rejoin LoF. Hopefully I'll be a bit more active this summer ._.

.... That's... really just a rough summary. I need to get back to updating here...

I've been so la~zy lately. It's not really a good time for lazy: I need to write my scholarship essay like-now. I have some basic points I want to cover, but I haven't gotten far into the process. I did start it at work, but it turned out sounding more like a closing, which is mildly depressing because I can't think of a better way to start -_-; I'll need to come up with something soon, because I only have two more days, three counting the day it's due, which isn't really a viable option.

So, beyond stalling my essay production, I'm actually starting off the semester semi-decently. I'm mostly caught up on my reading, I'm understanding my classes for the most part, and I've turned in my first paper ON TIME. Win for me, yo. I have unfortunately already skipped one class (Lit. Crit, in favor of writing said paper >_>; ) but it wasn't really a repeat kind of situation, because it's a later class in the day and if I come at all on those days, I'll be staying until then. I have two free hours between my last class every single day of the week, and I've been using that time to catch up on my readings and assignments for Japanese. Two hours is a good amount of time for those silly little activities.

Ahh... What elllssseee....

We're getting new closets installed in the two main bedrooms right now, and in order to facillitate that, I had to completely empty mine out. Which... I have never done before. There was ten years of junk in there. Wow. It kind-of-not-quite fit into four boxes, and I'll still sort the rest of it out before putting anything back in. One box is staying out, probably in the basement, until I move out, but I'll have to fish through what's left and what to bother putting back in. The special basement box is full of my old sketchbooks, some art materials I never use like pastels, my music, and anything kind of personal, like the penpal letters I kept from Travis. Rereading those made me cry ;_;

So. It was a chore cleaning out the closet, but it was well worth it. I threw out some school art projects that I don't care for anymore, the unimportant kind that just fulfilled a requirement of the class, and I intend to throw out even more dated school papers from middle school English and whatnot. I also found nifty things. I rediscovered my old fox furs that my Grandma gave me as presents before she died, stashed up on the top shelf in an Old Navy bag because my cats started to chew them up. I hope I don't have to stash them away again, because they're really pretty and soft and were Christmas presents from my Grandma. I found tons of old honors certificates from my school in Norwalk: there must have been around twenty different certificates there just from kindergarten through first grade. Apparently I was the best Bible verse memorizer out there ;D I also have a President's award from middle school with Bill Clinton's siggy, which I found funny, and a random thing from sixth grade saying that my favorite song was "Oops, I Did It Again." *instadeath* AND THE GREATEST FIND OF ALL:

My tooth. I found one of my old baby teeth with a filling in it in some old jewelry box I never used. FUNNY.

... So I put it in my other jewelry box for keeps >_>

Something more...

Taxes got done. I went through this online service I've been using the last two years, but it was... kind of disappointing... I paid over $2500 in taxes, and everyone's been saying that since all I do is work and go to school, I should get most of it back, but it came up to a measley $600. Which... in no way is most of it. The lady that works at the little kiosk in Wal-Mart said if my parents are claiming me as their dependent, that would cause that, but my parents said that they weren't claiming me because I needed the deduction more. So... I'm going to go and ask again, try and figure it out... I was hoping and looking forward to a more substantial return than that. Mostly so I could save up next semester's tuition faster so I could save up for those superfluous purchases I plan on   ' 3 '

I have raised $62 for mine superfluous purchase so far >_> that's a little more than 10% ... Yeah...

I... think that's most of it. *shrug* I'll keep anything else in mind should it come up.

I've already posted this in my devart journal, but I feel it needs some repetition.

Someone hung a billboard above a prominent intersection *Main and Airport Road* that claims " Harvest Church is full of Hypocrites "

Oooh, is someone angry?

It kind of shocked me to see that someone must have been infuriated enough with somebody or multiple persons in that church to pay to have their hatred shown to the world. Really.

But then it made me think that it should be illegal. The statement isn't said as an opinion, it's said like it were the undeniable truth. Statements written as fact, like above, that are malicious and somehow degrade the reputation of an individual or a group, like the church as a whole, are libel. Libel is illegal. That would mean that by posting a billboard that so blatently tells people such an erroneous fact is breaking the law.

I want to see where this goes, if it hits the news, because it really should. I don't go to Harvest, even though it's nearby; I never have. I go to Calvary. But still. People don't have the right to call the members of that church hypocrites.

At the questioning look of everyone else seated at the table she flushed and smiled sheepishly, taking her hand away from her mouth. “Sorry, I bit my lip...” She flushed again and looked down at her plate before gathering her things together. “I should get to class. See you all in English.” She threw what there was left of her salad in the trash bin and shuffled off quickly, leaving the three alone and confused.

After a moment Bastion frowned, glanced at Ian, and turned to Caleb, at which point he frowned simperingly and looked pleadingly at the brunet, holding a finger to his lip. "Ouch, I bit my lip, kiss it better?" He held the look for a moment before breaking into a fit of laughter as Caleb shrugged him away roughly.


So I'm not sure if it counts for double bonus points, because Bastion's just mocking her, but hey, I DO get bonus points. 

Ah, and yes, I am fully aware that 'simperingly' is not an actual word. That's just the idea I'm going for, I'll fix my horrible word choice later D:

Dude, how did it go from being dark at seven or eight one week and dark at five the next? We even fell back an hour! Dude! I hate driving in the dark, and now I have to drive home over Airport road with all those blinding headlights every time I get out of Japanese D:

Mmmm, chili *eats happily*

Aaahhh, this lady came through my line yesterday and left me feeling verbally abused. She didn't ask for a single thing, but she ordered me around like I was a freaking robot. Not cool. She was seriously scaring me. I was torn between running away and saying something rude and/or flipping her off, BUT, neither one of those were very good options. So I endured it. I wanted to go cry afterwards.

The library is my special place. Seriously. The volume with which I can write my nanovel in there is amazing. No internet distractions, no photoshop distractions, no distractions. Just me, my ipod as quiet as it'll go, and the now 30 page long file that is my nanovel. It's amazing. It's priceless. I'll miss it when it's over, and await greedily for the next November, which will hopefully be slightly less hectic schedule-wise.

But anyway. All I'm doing right now is procrastinating. I've met my goal for the day, but I'm here to type more, and I'm... obviously not. I'm here. I want to make as much cushion as possible for the days that I know I will inevitably type little or nothing - like Saturdays and Sundays - but as soon as I sit in this chair and set to typing the distractions that are so suddenly available are oh so tempting. It's very bothersome.

ANYWAY. I'm out. Have fun. Eat well (not as well as mah chileh!) and... Listen to good music?

Caleb hurried his way up a flight of stairs, down a rapidly emptying hall and into his physics class just as the teacher was introducing a Mr. Ian Woon to the apathetic and food induced lethargic class, whose glossy look sharpened a little as Caleb skidded in, but just as quickly returned to apathy.

"Mr. Lear, late, I see?"

Caleb held back a grimace and instead dipped his head courteously. "Yes sir, sorry sir, I've been running late all day."

The teacher, and the class, scrutinized him carefully – there were a couple of hushed snickers and giggles coming from the back – before he nodded. "All day, Mr. Lear? I'm sure your other teachers aren't pleased with that as well. I'll give you a warning this time instead of a tardy, but avoid doing it again."

Caleb nodded hastily, ignoring the laughter of the other students and the irritation it lit in him. "Yes, sir." With that he hastened to his seat, carefully avoiding brushing against any of his classmates, while they unconsciously shifted to assist him in his attempt at no contact. He sat in his usual place, ringed by empty seats, and quietly sighed in relief to be able to stop thinking too hard.

The teacher restarted his introduction of the new Mr. Ian Woon, claiming he was a new transfer for the class, he hoped that the class would be friendly and polite and show Mr. Ian Woon around, etcetera, etcetera...

Caleb was about to doze off when the poor Mr. Woon was dismissed from the exhibition at the front, at which point the poor Mr. Woon made his way towards one of the empty seats near the brunet. The class seemed to tense in the background as Caleb focused enough to level an unwelcoming glare at the hapless new student. The poor boy slowed bit by bit, his nervous smile wavering even more until he was left blinking and looking around in confusion. The odd tension was broken when one of the other students finally kicked their spare books off of an empty desk and waved at him.

"There's a seat over here, Ian, come over!"

The immediate relief on Mr. Woon's face brightened the entire room, and the odd tension leaked out mercifully. While he quickly trotted over to take the offered seat, a few classmates sent a couple last minute glances Caleb's way before completely ignoring him. Caleb in turn blocked them out and settled into his seat, glad he wouldn't be bothered by any newbies wanting to make nice.
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And... I do realize how awkward "...apathetic and food induced lethargic class..." sounds. I... just wanted to use lethargic... and add words. If and when I go back and edit, that's totally being reworded.

Anyway! I should be off typing an analysis of Mrs. Bertha Flowers for EDF, SO! I bid thee good day, and have fun. I'm off to peruse Erikson. Or... Something. I really don't know what I'm doing for this one.

... I think I'm addicted to caffiene. Seriously. Sadly. Last week I went a day without it and had a massive headache, and the lack of caffiene is the only thing I could think to blame. But... Coffee's too good for me to want to give up. And I don't really want to go slouching around all day long. Icebreakers has started selling these peppermints for energy with caffiene in them. One serving is about half a cup of coffee. The only problem is they're peppermint... Something random: caffiene's a drug, so technically shouldn't a tin with little caffienated pills have some kind of warning? if one serving (3 mints) is half a cup of coffee, and there are 13 servings in a tin (39 mints), that's almost twenty cups of coffee. What is someone were addicted enough to mints that they downed the whole thing or more in a day? Isn't that hazardous to health? I know caffiene in substantial amounts can kill, so wouldn't twenty cups of coffee a day do something adverse?

But then, why do I care? I don't like peppermint.

I've been trying to make some mildly interesting icons for this, rather than using other people's, but most of them are Haine right now, so most of them are mildly depressing or sullen looking. So, here's some Lavi to brighten the mood! After all, he's not really dead! Joy!

Ah, I know there was more...

I had several songs stuck in my head last night, all in French. Mostly Frére Jacque *or however it's spelled* and some random drinking song a substitute taught us second year. It was... interesting. I think I was driving my coworkers crazy with my repetetive rounds of the Knights of the Round Table. *snicker* My spelling is probably atrocious, but, the part I remember: Chevalier du table ronde / Gouton voir si le vin est bon. Something like that. It was on repeat in my head last night, and considering it takes all of five seconds to sing that, it was... mildly annoying. Very. But concerning French, as soon as they stop offering Japanese classes I need to take a refresher for French. I really don't want to forget all three years worth of learning with Madame, and I'm doing just that.

It was probably to my benefit that I didn't skip classes yesterday. Even though I would have had an excuse, I don't think the professor would have been nearly as... deliberatory *had to check if that was an actual word* as she was. And... She wasn't very. Still, I think I have a better chance that I turned it in an hour late than if I had feigned illness and faced the wrath of Jaclyn for skipping. Now I just need to get organized to speak about what I wrote. Which wasn't very good. At all. It was bad. D:

I fortunately don't have any work tonight, but classes and Friendship House make me cringe. I'd really rather sit here and do nothing.

YEAH, so... I'm lazy. This is like, copypasted from my devart journal. Complain to someone else.

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YEAH. Tonight's episode was toootally hometown. YES. I just wish I hadn't been sitting in the dark waiting to help instead of actually helping. Would have been cool to go insiiiiddeee. And... Clean? I guess. Cleaning anything other than my room is fine. Just not my room. WHICH I CLEANED. D: EGADS, it's a sign of the APOCOLYPSE.

Even BETTER: ... I set up that bookshelf I bought way back in... like, May. Or June. Yeah. Now I have places for all my books (read: manga). Yeah. Although, I realised recently that I accidentally bought volume 2 of Black Cat twice >_o And I just bought volume 6 AGAIN. WTH is my problem with that series?

HOUSEHOUSEHOUSE. Anyway. Now that I saaaww the people the house was built for, I remember that either Saphyre or Jade was in band. She played clarinet, I beliiiieeve. I'm thinking it was Jade, because she graduated before I did. I think.

THINK.

Anyway. I have... too much sugar in my system right now? Maybe...

BUT I have... homework... That I should have dones days ago. I have to do a kind of case study for one of the kids at the place I volunteer at, basically applying them to one of the developmental theories we've covered in class... I... have my Edu class at 8:10... I... haven't started this paper... (EDITTED FOR MY SAFETY) Should I... ... go to class, say I'll get it in before the day's out, spend my free hour typing, and skip Grammar to type, and then turn it in? If it were due Wed., I could just spend time after my classes, because I don't work, but...

EGADS WORK. I found a severed leg on register 21 today and was running around with it. Karen said when I had to leave it was depressing that her source of entertainment ran off. I miss my foot D: Jenny said I should buy one and stick it in my trunk, so it hangs out *dies* That'd be PRICELESS. Until I got pulled over.

My hands are cold >_<

NANOWRIMO. IN TEN DAYS. TEN. TEN. TEN. YES. Did I mention I came up with a fourth plot? Oh, Lord, I'm gonna die D: Although, any plot with vampires automatically wins. As do plots with zombies, trebuchets, and the Traveling Shovel of Death™. That's only two plots, though. I seriously think I'm gonna die. Or something similar to death. Comatose mebbe.

YES.

GOODNIGHT. I have laundry to write and a paper to do.

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... I've somehow in the span of five minutes lost the enthusiasm that existed when I typed that. So. You get that. As I said, I'm lazy. And... Now I really do have laundry to start.