Snooze Button

I'm so tired. I set my alarm for two a.m. so I could finish some assignments, but I just let the alarm go off every nine minutes until six, when I actually did get up. Sooo, I spent all of my classes today dead to the world. And then there was a mild nightmare regarding me trying to turn in a paper. Basically, it involved me having to harass multiple people in the library to find out which computer I had saved my paper to because I had forgotten to e-mail it to myself. Luckily, I knew the guy who was on the computer that had it. He e-mailed it to me, because the school server was down. Go, Digital Doyle! Long story. Had to be there.
Anyway, I am now putting off working on my short story due tomorrow. Basically, I'll be revising one I wrote for a different class. I liked it a lot, but it had some inherent flaws, like that it pissed everybody off, and not in a good way. I need to redo the ending and doctor up the middle. That, too, will probably get posted on LJ, after I've looked it over again.
I have actually made a decision regarding my thesis! I'll be writing it on representations of subcultures in young adult literature. Which means that I'll get to read cool books like The Perks of Being a Wallflower and get a grade for it. Shiny!

LJ

Soooo, I've started a livejournal for my original and fan fiction. Don't worry, my four readers (if that many), I won't abandon blogger. Here is where I'll bore you with my life, and there is where I'll bore you with other people's lives.

The website is in my profile.

History in the Making. Or Not.

Shortly before 10:00 p.m. tonight, I finshed my very first fanfic. Star Wars, of course, because where better to start than with the thing I know the best? It's A/O with slashy overtones and just the tiiiiniest bit of dirtiness. But mostly, it's just sad. As soon as I can get Jo to help me, I'll post it.

Substance Addiction

Oh, my holiness. Civilization at last!

The long and short of it is that I left my computer cord at my parents' house this weekend, and I just now got it back. I've been going ot campus at 6:30 every morning so I could do my work for that day. I wasn't here when UPS delivered it, so I got my dad (a former UPS man himself) to call and find out where I could meet the truck to get my package. My dad is Santa and Q and Dumbledore all rolled into one. He makes it happen, cap'n.

I went to the grocery store finally and spent the most money I've ever spent at Wal-Mart, mostly because I bought the special edition of Juno as well. So now I have nothing to do. No errands. No immediate assignments. I am going to screw around on the 'net a little more (because I can) and watch Serenity. Finally. Je suis excite!

Forgive me, Bill, for I have sinned

I feel dirty.  Covered with the stench of guilt and infidelity.   Right now, I am in Weir Hall, and I am typing this blog entry on....oh, gorrammit, I'm so ashamed....a Mac.

And I like it.

     Ross is right, Macs are sexy.  I like its curves.  I like the little apple.  I like the spiffy keyboard and the sound the keys make.  That's a big thing for me, the keyboard sounds.  It's one of the small pleasures in life, to hear yourself pounding out whatever opus you have going on whether it be email, novel, or, just for instance, a blog.  

     I tend to talk a lot of shit about Macs.  I don't know how to work them, and I sort of resent their campaign tactics.  Like using a Mac will make you original when every single person on TV and movies uses one.  Have you ever noticed that?  I have not seen a PC on a TV screen in years.  Another reason I'm suspicious of Macs.  Also, I hate the mouse.  I mean why would you mess with something so simple and wondrous as the right click?

     I suppose the fight between PCs and Macs comes down to something simple.  The simple and utilitarian vs. the flashy and gimmicky.  Me and this Mac?  It's just a fling?  In a minute, I won't be able to work the word processor, and I'll go home to the comfort of my Gateway.

     Oh, PC, you unappreciated housewife.

     Oh, Mac, you fake-boobed cocktail waitress.

Best. Thing. Ever.

Wow. I say without hyperbole that Firefly = Life. I'm on the last disc, and my heart is about to break. My consolation is that there is a movie to follow, and after that, there's fanfiction. I wish I was Kaylee. I really wish I was Mal. Is there anything better than a group of fugitives on a rickety spaceship? I love the dynamic of a "Shepherd" (i.e. preacher) travelling with them. Why would Fox cancel this? In what universe is this worse than Joe Millionaire or The Bernie Mac Show? Shouldn't TV networks understand that Joss Whedon = $Awesome$?

Ugh

Have you ever had that feeling like every muscle in your body is in knots, and that you'll never get untangled again?

Yeah.