Spamming

I have now jumped upon the word-verification band-wagon, so hopefully I won't be getting more spam in with my comments.

In other news, I still have a crush on Dan. Surprised? Yeah, me neither. Unfortunately, I don't really know what to do about it. I know, I know, I should just ask him out, and then I can get on to the next step of getting over him, but I don't really want to go through the same old cycle, ya know? Also, I'm a little concerned that if I make the first move, or push the "let's hang out just the two of us" issue, then I'll come across as either desperate or, well, too much of a man. I wish he'd, just, you know... be interested in me and then ask me out. Then we could both feel like we'd won, and things'd be peachy keen. Right? Maybe.

Grr, I guess I'll just call him sometime this weekend, and say something to the effect of "So, uh, Dan. Let's make babies."

Haha, good one, Self, good one.

But seriously, maybe I'll just call him this weekend and see if he wants to hang out. Once again, it feels pushy to me. Thoughts, comments, or opinions?

Horoscopes II

So, my horoscope today said that it would be a 6 kinda-day. Not bad, but not particularly good either.

It was SO wrong! Take that, stars!

It was just one of those everything-seems-to-be-making-me-smile kind of days.

Then, on top of just feeling generally at peace with the world, things went spectacularly well. First, I arrived in Genetics, and Ari was nowhere to be seen, so I sat next to this guy that Ari and I are always admiring, just because he seems so cool. He's always got a Nalgene in one hand and a skateboard in the other- he's a chill kind of guy you'd be happy to meet. So, I sat down next to him, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I wished that he'd say something about my backpack (the one from Iraq with the Saudi Arabian national emblem on it) because there's a story I could tell, and then we could have a nice little conversation once the ice was broken. I sat there having this little conversation with myself in my head about it. Here's the kicker: in the middle of my mental conversation, he turned to me and, get this, said that he liked my backpack. Hilarious. Hilarious, I tell you. So we chatted briefly before class, I found out that his name is David, and then we had a little more small talk after class. I just think it's really neat that this occured the way it did.

In other freaking exciting news, I got 107 out of 100 on my Calc exam, so I have 102% in the class. Kick ass!

And, just for you, a pretty picture:

Horoscopes

So, it's traditional for horoscopes to be really vague. Mine gets kind of specific and personal sometimes, though. For instance, today it told me to pay special attention to my personal hygiene, and I was rather insulted.

Anyway, there's not much else to tell, except that Nick and I went on a midnight icecream run last night which ended up in us getting Jack-in-the-Box milkshakes from the drive-through, which was quite the adventure in Nick's hilariously ghetto car. Oh, and I spent 6 hours non-consecutively) today in the jewelry studio, punctuated by chats with Dan, which made the huge amount of time in there bearable, even pleasant. Around the beginning of hour 4 I melted something which I had spend a previous 4 hours working on, and so I had to spend the last 3 hours catching up to where I had been. Note to self: focus while soldering, because a blow torch and absent-mindedness are a poor mix.

Update

So, I guess I should update this thing, or something...

Um, the bellydancing went well last weekend, and vast quantities of alcohol were consumed afterwards by my friends and I, making for a fairly successful party, I'd say. Everyone played Lisa-Toss, and Dan picked a bunch of people up. 'Twas hilarious, and here are the pictures to prove it:
http://www.kodakgallery.com/BrowsePhotos.jsp?&collid=90189611309&page=1&sort_order=0

So, in other news, Emily Craigie is pulling through the chlorine gas issue, I got an 80 on my genetics test this week (or so I hear through the grapevine), and we had an awesome CS camp yesterday. I'm thinking that I want to direct a Colonizing America camp, and have a station about pirates! It'd be so cool! We could make our own pirate flags, and run around with funny hats on... it'd be sweet!

What else... tonight our cultural encounters class went and saw the Spanish Harlem Orchestra, which had some extraordinary music- man, can those guys wail on the trumpet! And the trombonist! Orgasmon! Afterwards, Lindsey, Hayden and I got beverages at the Three Roots Cafe, and then hung out at my place. Matt Neff came over, and eventually Eric too, and we hung out until 2:30. And then I got online, and Clay was online!!!!!!!!!! This is really exciting for me! He's such a dear!

"So shleepy"-Amesie McMoochieshortsworth

*mumblemumblemumble*

Wow, I'm exhausted. E-board retreat was last night, and so I stayed up until 4am, slept in a queen sized bed with two people, and then got up at 8:45. Thank goodness I don't have to do that again until February or so. Alright, so it wasn't that bad- we actually laughed a lot, and talked productively. And ate at IHOP. That's an important detail. Mmm, blintzes.

So I guess I don't really have anything important to say. Not that I ever do, necessarily. I'm bellydancing tomorrow night at Macayo's, and all the cool kids are coming... um, I'm having a small party afterwards... I should be varnishing at this very moment... and... Billy Idol's the shit!

WTF?!?!?!?

Just when I think I have everything figured out (Life's a bitch, etc.), and have decided to have a party to celebrate, life surprises me. It hasn't surprised me in a long time, so the effect of shock has been quite breathtaking.

Fred e-mailed me, writing as if to say, "Hey, why haven't I heard from you lately?"

I am shell-shocked.

GGGGRrrrrullllgggeeeffrurggggggg

It's been the kind of day where you just want to run screaming from the room, dazed, confused, and generally a stressed out little puppy.

So, last night e-board started at 9:30 as always, and there was high stress trying to find a new date and time for the e-board retreat due to football games. Kill me now. Paul, the one who cares the most about it, didn't even come, and Mike wasn't at all happy about the fact. It was an excruciatingly long meeting to sit through with a headache, and so afterwards I thought if would be fun to take Alison to Sonic to visit Eric... oi. We went to Wendy's instead, and discussed the extraordinary weirdness pervading practically everything, and then I went to take my clay and tools to ceramics since I was out in my car already. I thought that I had finally decided what I'm going to be making, but then I started talking to Randall who was mopping, and my bubble of productive energy was dissipated, leaving me extremely concerned about what I was doing. I calmed down, and headed to bed determined to talk to my teacher this morning and see what was up, and get whatever information necessary for me to be able to catch up to the class that I'm supposed to be doing the curriculum of.

When I awoke this morning, it was with a smile on my face, completely relaxed and happy with the world... until suddenly, with a rushing horror, I realized that I had missed my morning physics lab. Not only had I not gone, but I hadn't yet written my report or done the pre-lab... Oh God.

So I hopped onto Lindsey's computer since my internet's STILL non-functional (argh!), and rapidly wrote my report. I e-mailed my professor and TA with it, and basically begged for clemency from my professor (whom, luckily, I know and get along with very well).

This done, I rushed off to my first class, which I was a little late to, and fretted my way through learning about the Classic Veracruz Culture, and then zipped downstairs to talk to Kurt, my ceramics teacher. I was incredibly stressed out at this point, it was noon, and I hadn't eaten yet, and so I was really lucky to walk in and find people I knew in class, ready to joke around with me and explain to me how we're making teapots with molds... I found Kurt, and elected to just do whatever the class is doing rather than design my own curriculum, because apparently I just can't handle that right now. I have trouble communicating my ideas before they've been actualized because I'm afraid of rejection, and it doesn't help that I am in total awe of my professor. Oi. Anyway, I'm going to have to start work shortly on a replica Japanese teapot and a teapot that starts with a press mold... which means finding something to mold...

Point is, I need to get a lot done this weekend, and apparently I'm not in any state to contemplate it all, much less do it.

.... though I have to admit that, having written this blog, I'm actually relaxed enough that I might be able to go do something useful. Here's to hoping! *clink*

And now for the song lyrics:
"Incomplete" by Bad Religion, from their album Stranger than Fiction
Mother,
Father,
Look at your little monster
I'm a hero
I'm a zero
I'm the butt of the worst joke in history
I'm a lock without a key
a city with no door
a prayer without faith
a show without a score
I'm a bad word
a wink, a nod, a shiver
an untold story, sex without fury
a creeping gray memory
I am
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete
Incomplete
Doctor
Cure me
What is the cause of my condition?
This madness shoots me
Like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie
I'm a trap without a spring,
a temple with no god,
a jack without an ace,
the tip of your tounge
I'm a promise and an unmailed letter
an unbuilt motor, deck without a joker
a creeping gray memory
I am
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete
Incomplete
Tell Saint Peter not to bet on me
I am a naked obsession
a good intention gone bad
I am
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete...