HAPPY BIRTHDAY HILLARY! XD

HA, you're 20 now. I hope the day's been lovely!

Dear flist members in Omaha: Are there any decent 18+ clubs here? Any of you I could convince to come along with me to one? I miss dancing with my Omaha people. :(

Current Mood: restless

Or at least, merry 27th of December! It's nice and warm for wintertime. :D

I came downstairs this morning to find my little sister training the cats to play fetch. The scary bit? IT'S WORKING. XD She's using cat food as treats, which is only kind of working. However, if she changes the treat to water in people cups, we may have some of the world's only fetch-playing felines.

Youtube it: Y/N?

Current Mood: amused

Why?

- I actually feel hungry, for the first time in several days

- I slept fourteen hours last night. o.O Midnight-2 PM. And yes, it felt amazing.

-I have only 4 homework problems left, in only one subject!

-I now officially have a boyfriend. :D Facebook doesn't say who, because my parents like the Spanish Inquisition a whole lot more than I do.

-I had the energy to clean the kitchen some! I haven't done that as much as I think I should lately, so that's a good thing. Messy = bad. Of course, I haven't actually cooked in... a few days, so hey.

-It's 66 degrees. I can wear a short-sleeved shirt. And no coat! ^_^ Bike ride!

-The world is beautiful.

~runs around, hugging people~

Current Mood: peaceful

How can you tell if you're depressed? Anyone?

Current Mood: apathetic

Dear Mr. Knight,

Much to my displeasure, I have some serious issues with physics, or to be more precise, with the "Physics for Scientists and Engineers" textbook you most regrettably authored. Physics is an interesting, useful, and very precise discipline. In its purest form, it is neither indefinite nor perplexing, and I was, once upon a time, quite fond of the subject.

Therefore, it confuses me that a volume dedicated to teaching physics should be structured in such a logically and grammatically insensible way. Instead of being concise, and carefully explaining how to perform physics problems (which are, in fact, what every teacher ever born will test physics students over) this book is different. It wanders woolily from one vaguely formed and incompletely realized explanation to the next, with apparently random segues for history, biography, or something else completely unrelated to the discipline in question. Combined with its poor sentence structure and rampant use of the passive voice, I find myself at a complete loss as to why any person with a PhD in the discipline would even contemplate using your rubbish to attempt to teach their students introductory physics. While it frightens me to admit it, I fear there is no widely available textbook superior to this one. Considering the aforementioned flaws, this situation ought to be rectified immediately, before more innocent students garner irreversibly horrible first impressions of physics.

Venomously yours,
Me

Current Mood: grumpy

So, I am a ditz. Yes, I say this for a good reason.

I've got an O chem exam this morning, which means studying - I woke up an hour early, and have spent the time sitting in the kitchen in underwear and a t-shirt working problems. I'm home alone and the blinds are closed, so no biggie, right? Now, at 9, I hear a knock at the door. I think it's either roommate #1 or #2, because honestly, who else would be calling at 9 AM?

...Turns out, it's neither. It's Brian, come to pick up something for Rachel (former house tenant, some of her stuff is still around). As of last spring, Brian apparently kind of had a crush on me. AND THEN I GO AND ANSWER THE DOOR IN MY UNDERWEAR! >.< Brilliant, no? And then there wasn't really any point in putting pants on. I showed him to the closet, and went back to homework. What made me think that not putting on pants first was an OK idea? I mean, I don't care on my account, but it had to be kind of embarrassing for him.

Come, people. Laugh at me. You know you want to. :P

Dear anyone who tries to telephone me, or would like me to call them,

I am sorry, the odds of me picking up the telephone are very slim, whether it's the house line or my cell. I cannot talk at work, and I am a workaholic. (Don't believe me? I can work a 50-hour week at one job and then go home to the other job.) Any time from 10 AM to midnight, I could be lifeguarding. After or before that, I could be be doing website testing. I can technically talk at home, but there is a major problem there: I happen to have a horde of crafty, nosy, impressionable eavesdroppers. These eavesdroppers would be delighted to tell everyone they see precisely what they heard, and extrapolated. These eavesdroppers are very, very easily scandalized. Alas, with 6 younger siblings (my eavesdropping horde) to contend with, there is no way to get ANY privacy at all there. If I'm out of the house but not at work, well, those are generally times I'm doing something and cannot really use a telephone. The best time is while I'm driving, but that's little slivers of time, 15 or 20 minutes here or there, and usually very unpredictable times. Also not terribly safe, but meh.

Now that I come to think of it, my eavesdroppers don't just restrict themselves to monitoring my telephone calls, they also adore reading my screen over my shoulder. During typing this, I have had to alt-tab away swiftly to something boring 3 times already. If my luck is particularly bad, I may have to do something extremely boring for up to 30 minutes before my pest decides to read something more entertaining than my screen.

My sincerest apologies! I swear I'm not avoiding anyone!

Current Mood: frustrated

...I remember why they won't let me have mountain dew. ^_^

First, the highlight of the summer: Rolling out of the pool's parking lot at 11 PM in my parents' 15-passenger van with the windows rolled down and Highway to Hell blasting. Right. Past. My boss. Colin made me stop singing along to it after that.

I'm actually reasonably fond of my coworkers, which made this whole party fun, even though it was officially sanctioned and didn't have any nudity. Except when we went off the boards and swimsuits kinda fell off. Then there was nudity. I should've worn something that wasn't a bikini.

I haven't played Marco Polo or Sharks and Minnows or Freeze Tag in the pool for years. I didn't realize I missed it. :) And my boss can totally throw any of us across the pool. Less cool? So can my baby brother. -_-

Now, I'll stop chattering, because I have to be back at work in 9 hours, ugh. My jobs have eaten my life, sorry I've been nonexistent! How are your summers going?

Current Mood: hyper

Belated happy birthday, Zac! Your present will arrive, but I am, regrettably, a tardy little thing who's been sick the past week.
I hope your birthday was lovely.

It's summer! :D

Time to get ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING out of this dorm room I've moved in to, now! Ohmy, repack a year's worth of life? >.< On the plus side, my dad and brother will be here tomorrow to help me move out - Listening to Colin the whole ride back will either be hilarious or awful. Here's hoping.

~gets steadily less mature as the idea of summer sinks in~

Why is it that cleaning rooms always makes them look messier first? I mean, it might just be me, but I have a whole ton of papers I can throw out now, and it does not look any tidier in here! Well, it might be that everything is now piled in the middle of the floor. I should go take care of that....

People at college, I'll miss you guys. People at home, I can't wait to see you all!

Current Mood: excited

Poll: Sometimes, boys make me want to pull my hair out in fistfuls. And scream! Anyone else?

Current Mood: frustrated

I'm just sitting here, waiting to have a good nervous breakdown, the sort that I can't actually hide, so I can just escape all the stress I've got right now. I'm getting migraines. I'm getting so dizzy and nauseous I can't get out of bed until 5 PM. I lay there, laughing and crying curled up on the floor several times a week. Some nights, I'm so scared of not waking up on time I sit there awake all night. Either I can't remember any of the stuff I have to do, or I remember it all at once and panic so much I can't handle any of it.

But, somehow, I still have the energy and willpower to pretend everything's going awesome. I keep doing homework. I keep talking to people. I want to ask for help, but I feel like, if I can still handle this, that means I don't deserve it. Okay. I give up. I don't care anymore. Help?

Current Mood: stressed

Okay. Hi, lj! I haven't visited you much in a while. I must remember to never make a New Year's resolution to post every day, I hate when my resolutions fail. Which is also why I've never made a resolution to go to the gym. Well, that's why I basically don't make them at all.
( Cut 'cause I tend to be boring and rambly :P )

Current Mood: bored

Happy birthday, dear!
I hope your day was good, and that you got lots and lots of shiny presents. :)

My chem 2 and physics and calculus and sundry other subjects are ganging up on me! 2 tests and 3 quizzes and many labs and heaps and heaps of homework this week! ~is drowned~

If I haven't reappeared in a week, burn a textbook in my memory. Or two. Or an incompetent professor.

I had to turn down an offer of going and watching a movie, even though it would've been fun. :( I feel guilty, and like I let the person down... I don't like that feeling.

Now, off to alternate sheer panic and naps some more!

Current Mood: stressed

Look what they're up to now!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=JCbKv9yiLiQ

I mean, attacking other sites that annoy you is one thing, but attacking Scientology and their lawyers takes some serious nerve. I approve wholeheartedly.

Once the raid made the news, that just seemed to help Anonymous. (It might have helped that they're the ones actively explaining the story, even going as far as a press release of their very own.) At one point, 1/3 of the traffic on scientology's site, www.scientology.org , was from the BBC's site alone. Between the traffic site, and the hackers, most of the sites they have are down, or at least slow, according to the list on Encyclopedia Dramatica. Anonymous has a very thorough list of ways you can help their cause, whether it's organizing a protest, DDoS'ing, putting bleach in scientologist tanks, or ensuring that "a great number of pizzas and taxis [are] mistakenly ordered for Scientology buildings around the world", right here.

If you think they're just saying things for attention, check out the site traffic stats!


In case there weren't enough reasons for me to find this hilariously awesome, wired has an article on it.

I have even seen sites saying that the massive effect Anonymous has had proves that an anarchist army could, in fact, exist. The $5000 reward on Anonymous heads doesn't even seem to be deterring them. They just tell their members to wear masks when they protest! ^_^ They may be horrible bullying /b/tards (whoops, I mean Ebaum's world members :P ), but I'm cool with bullies bullying other bullies. Freedom of speech ftw!

Current Mood: amused

I might have a job! I'm interviewing for a switchboard operator's job on campus on Monday. Wish me luck! :D

Current Mood: optimistic

I am insane. Crazy, batty, cuckoo, utterly mad. I realized that, on Tuesdays, I'm out attending classes for 11 hours in the day. 11 HOURS. Yeah, I'm only actually in classes for 8.5 of them, but the rest of that time is either walking, practicing harp, eating, or studying. Or walking between classes while eating. Meep.

And what do I do after 11 hours of classes? I go swim laps! I'm the weird girl who goes to bed by 10 in the dorms, now. Oh, well. I may have to make Monday night all-nighter night, to make up for it. XD

On the positive note, Monday-Wednesday-Friday have four hours of classes each, and that means space for a nap! :D Or two, or three...

/runs off to class

Pizza slogans. “What do you want on your Tombstone?” (Isn’t that a bit morbid?)

Tristan’s status messages. And everyone else’s. “What’s like a mule? Oh yeah, stubborn!”
“Wraith: When I am free, you will be the first that I feed upon.
Maj. Sheppard: (casually) Okie dokie. I'm gonna go make myself a sandwich.”

My baby sister. She thinks it’s the coolest thing ever, ever, ever to play with the extra wiimote when my brothers play games. She also pulls my power cord. Uh, maybe that’s less laugh-worthy

Good books. Everyone, if you like Discworld, go read “Making Money”. I liked it quite a bit more than “Thud”.

Things Zoe says. Like, “You should wash your hands after you come out of the bathroom, especially if I’m the one who cleans it.” And, “The timer set for three hours was for me to clean the kitchen, but it only took me two and a half hours!” Oh, pre-adolescent rebellion…

Webcomics! (I’m not an addict. I don’t think. I hope. ~twitch~)

Reading other people’s Facebook quotes. (And here I wouldn't get one...)

Realizing vampire stories are never as scandalous as people make them sound. Never.