yeah, i'm home. the cat just tried to cough up hair, then wandered off... and Anya followed, to clean up any potential nastiness. wow, ain't it great to be home.
the internet here is SO FREAKING SLOW! i forgot how spoiled i am at SOU with my T-1 line... then i come here to their dial-up, 28k connection and i nearly die. honestly, i could walk away, get myself a piece of the tasty tasty cake that Anya cooked for my homecoming, and return in time to watch a page finish painting. it's almost painful.
oh wait- that's my poor stomach trying to digest the beef stroganoff that was for dinner. vegetarian power.
it really is strange to be here, though. it's like i never left, then i catch myself thinking that, mentally slap myself, and think, 'NO! stop! this is a visit! i DID move out, and i AM going back!' i think i may need to go on my laptop and look at photos, to remind myself that i have left. i can't take it! so trippy... it's so unreal.
i took my Stats midterm today, and felt good about the first page... half-way down the second page, however, i got hung up on normalcdf or invNorm and which to use. AGAIN. and even though i had dedicated more than half of my alloted notecard to the two of them, i still had troubles. bah. i hope i did well on it, though... i need to have done well on it.
i need to go find my laptop and re-become a college student. Brits out!
i misses his kisses
10.11.05
compliments of kimberlina
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  6.7 |
| Mind: | 6.7 |
| Body: |  5.5 |
| Spirit: | 6.7 |
| Friends/Family: | 6.5 |
| Love: |  7.7 |
| Finance: | 5.5 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
ok, not so much fuck
yeah, i got an email from the Professor of Crim... 8 point curve... so there's still a chance of my getting an A in the class.
and to answer Kimberlina's question (because i feel odd about commenting on my own blog): i'm wanting to be one of those lab nerds who are in a windowless room for 8 hours a day, recovering serial numbers. That would be ideal.
if that doesn't pan, and McDonalds isn't hiring, i'll go into the ova-making profession. it's amazing how much people will pay for a healthy set of egg. hahahahha.... wow.
time for me to go do something... anything... cheers! and yes, Brits out still.
i'm off to find the boy... and if i can't, his neighbors are pretty entertaining usually
and to answer Kimberlina's question (because i feel odd about commenting on my own blog): i'm wanting to be one of those lab nerds who are in a windowless room for 8 hours a day, recovering serial numbers. That would be ideal.
if that doesn't pan, and McDonalds isn't hiring, i'll go into the ova-making profession. it's amazing how much people will pay for a healthy set of egg. hahahahha.... wow.
time for me to go do something... anything... cheers! and yes, Brits out still.
i'm off to find the boy... and if i can't, his neighbors are pretty entertaining usually
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
i just took that HUGE crim test... 50% of my grade... and i got an 80%. FUCK!!! because if an 80 is half my grade and i got a 92 on the test that was 20% of my grade... yeah, the best i can get in the class is a high B. FUCK!!! this class is so fucking easy! didn't help any that i got a migraine 2 questions into the test... FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK that's not helping
god damn mother fucking son of a bitch motherfucker shitfuck damn it all to hell. that didn't help either
i'm going to go wallow. as i do homework for my next class... in which i ALSO have a test. it's times like these that make me think that i'm really am not meant for this college business. or maybe criminology isn't for me... i wonder if i could get a job as a translator. where, i don't know... maybe i could translate for the crim lab. hahahahaha... fuuuuuuuck
i am in shock. what the fuck happened?!!?!?!?!?!
god damn mother fucking son of a bitch motherfucker shitfuck damn it all to hell. that didn't help either
i'm going to go wallow. as i do homework for my next class... in which i ALSO have a test. it's times like these that make me think that i'm really am not meant for this college business. or maybe criminology isn't for me... i wonder if i could get a job as a translator. where, i don't know... maybe i could translate for the crim lab. hahahahaha... fuuuuuuuck
i am in shock. what the fuck happened?!!?!?!?!?!
9.11.05
what the fuck...
when did people become so mean? tonight, at dinner, people were so mean... James was ragging on women in general and telling Meagan she had to vacuum his room for tossing paper at Kevin last night... apparently he forgot that she drove him up to Medford at 5 am when he needed a ride last month. asshole
then when we were walking back to Meagan's room after dinner, some chick walked through the door ahead of us and didn't hold the door open. just as a common courtesy! wench.
i'm not sure if it's just that i was raised to be polite to other people, or if the world has gotten rotten with the weather, but man, what is going on?!
today was tiring, even though i slept a good 6 hours last night, and another 2 between classes... i've got more homework that i don't want to do, and tonight i don't have any Reese's to bribe myself with... and Crim test tomorrow that's worth 50% of my grade. Spanish test that's a big one too. Meeting with head of honors CORE to create my "Death with Dignity" (as i'm beginning to refer to the impending end of my honors CORE career) program. then i go back to my room and study like a crazy kid for the stats midterm i'll be taking on friday.
by the time i go home friday night, i'll probably collapse in the doorway. my mother will have to drag me in. Anya will probably laugh at me, this limp blob of white skin, black sweatshirt, and red hair being towed by our little russian mom. i'd laugh.
i am making no sense, and my apologies. i was doing better earlier today. like right after my nap. then i went to Stats, and magically, my energy was sapped by Professor Assprobe. oops, sorry, Buttcane. how i despise that sad, sad little man.
i'm definitely procrastinating on this homework that i need to do... mmm.... a nap sounds good. i could always go bug kyle... nah, he's probably busy. i don't want to fuck my sleep schedule up by sleeping right now, but if i were to go to sleep for the night right now, i might almost feel alive tomorrow in time to take a spanish test that i wouldn't've studied for... that doesn't sound so good. Preterito, Imperfecto, sustantivos, vocab... é, aste, ó, amos, aron... í, iste, ió, imos, ieron... aba, abas, aba, ábamos, aban... ía, ías, ía, íamos, ían... i won't list out the vocab funness, no worries.
ok, i'm going to go beat this shit into my brain... cheers!
i'd like to see my darling boy this evening, but he's busy... as am i... well, i suppose the sleep-over last night was enough fun to tide me along... not really
then when we were walking back to Meagan's room after dinner, some chick walked through the door ahead of us and didn't hold the door open. just as a common courtesy! wench.
i'm not sure if it's just that i was raised to be polite to other people, or if the world has gotten rotten with the weather, but man, what is going on?!
today was tiring, even though i slept a good 6 hours last night, and another 2 between classes... i've got more homework that i don't want to do, and tonight i don't have any Reese's to bribe myself with... and Crim test tomorrow that's worth 50% of my grade. Spanish test that's a big one too. Meeting with head of honors CORE to create my "Death with Dignity" (as i'm beginning to refer to the impending end of my honors CORE career) program. then i go back to my room and study like a crazy kid for the stats midterm i'll be taking on friday.
by the time i go home friday night, i'll probably collapse in the doorway. my mother will have to drag me in. Anya will probably laugh at me, this limp blob of white skin, black sweatshirt, and red hair being towed by our little russian mom. i'd laugh.
i am making no sense, and my apologies. i was doing better earlier today. like right after my nap. then i went to Stats, and magically, my energy was sapped by Professor Assprobe. oops, sorry, Buttcane. how i despise that sad, sad little man.
i'm definitely procrastinating on this homework that i need to do... mmm.... a nap sounds good. i could always go bug kyle... nah, he's probably busy. i don't want to fuck my sleep schedule up by sleeping right now, but if i were to go to sleep for the night right now, i might almost feel alive tomorrow in time to take a spanish test that i wouldn't've studied for... that doesn't sound so good. Preterito, Imperfecto, sustantivos, vocab... é, aste, ó, amos, aron... í, iste, ió, imos, ieron... aba, abas, aba, ábamos, aban... ía, ías, ía, íamos, ían... i won't list out the vocab funness, no worries.
ok, i'm going to go beat this shit into my brain... cheers!
i'd like to see my darling boy this evening, but he's busy... as am i... well, i suppose the sleep-over last night was enough fun to tide me along... not really
8.11.05
and again, i lied
i'm doing the CORE homework. i couldn't handle the stress of not completing the work, even if i am taking off at the end of the term. although i might not even do that, because from what i've heard about regular CORE, it sucks even harder than honors CORE, and frankly, sucking is not something i want in a class.
some friends and i were over-analysing this afternoon, and came up with a theory on why it is that i'm not sleeping. ready for it? here: when Kyle gets stressed, i get stressed. and when i get stressed, i don't sleep.
i don't know how plausible that theory is, which is why i say "theory." although it seems to be the case. or maybe my waves of insomnia just coincide with his surge of life-craziness. who knows. not me.
all i want to do is crawl into my bed and sleep and sleep and sleep... but i know sleep won't come. the problem isn't that i'm not tired... i've got more tiredness in my system than should be legal (it might not be, for all i know), but somehow the whole concept of "i'm tired, therefore i sleep" hasn't made it past that comma.
tonight, i am going to do two Google News assignments and a summary. tomorrow, it's a Google News assignment and two summaries. in addition to studying for that Crim test that's 50% of my grade in that class. jeebus that's crazy.
i think i'll organise my Crim notes tomorrow between Spanish and Stats... with any luck, i'll manage a bit of a nap in there as well.
did i mention that i might be going home this weekend? Kyle's going to be off at PACURH, and Meagan's going to be driving to Bend for her dad's birthday, so guess who's hitching a ride? that's right, me! i so want good food, it's crazy. tonight's meal just drove that home. right to my intestines. and arteries. and I'm going to the Kiva and Sy's and Jambo, and by god I am going to bring Eugene back with me in various ways, because I miss it. Never EVER thought i'd think that, but i really do miss it.
alrighty, time for this chickadee to do some tarea... slán! or as Tegan says, Brits out!
last night's visit was awesome, but too short... my poor boy... Jurgis to my Ona
some friends and i were over-analysing this afternoon, and came up with a theory on why it is that i'm not sleeping. ready for it? here: when Kyle gets stressed, i get stressed. and when i get stressed, i don't sleep.
i don't know how plausible that theory is, which is why i say "theory." although it seems to be the case. or maybe my waves of insomnia just coincide with his surge of life-craziness. who knows. not me.
all i want to do is crawl into my bed and sleep and sleep and sleep... but i know sleep won't come. the problem isn't that i'm not tired... i've got more tiredness in my system than should be legal (it might not be, for all i know), but somehow the whole concept of "i'm tired, therefore i sleep" hasn't made it past that comma.
tonight, i am going to do two Google News assignments and a summary. tomorrow, it's a Google News assignment and two summaries. in addition to studying for that Crim test that's 50% of my grade in that class. jeebus that's crazy.
i think i'll organise my Crim notes tomorrow between Spanish and Stats... with any luck, i'll manage a bit of a nap in there as well.
did i mention that i might be going home this weekend? Kyle's going to be off at PACURH, and Meagan's going to be driving to Bend for her dad's birthday, so guess who's hitching a ride? that's right, me! i so want good food, it's crazy. tonight's meal just drove that home. right to my intestines. and arteries. and I'm going to the Kiva and Sy's and Jambo, and by god I am going to bring Eugene back with me in various ways, because I miss it. Never EVER thought i'd think that, but i really do miss it.
alrighty, time for this chickadee to do some tarea... slán! or as Tegan says, Brits out!
last night's visit was awesome, but too short... my poor boy... Jurgis to my Ona
again, here i sit...
can't sleep. once again. pisses me off.
i should be snoring peacefully in my comfy bed, surrounded by my big comfy blankets, and huddled up next to Kyle's red comfy sweatshirt. but no, here i sit in my non-comfy standard-issue chair at my standard-issue desk, complaining. woohoo.
i honestly have no idea how Kyle manages to survive with his schedule. at least when i'm not sleeping, i'm not having to focus on complex musical thingies and whatknot. i just lay back and let spanish conjugations flow through my head until i've gotten so glazed that it's almost sleep.
Superman, i tell ya. Superman.
fuck an ugly one-legged blind duck by the name of Scoopy, i'm going to go lay back down. i'm sure this post was strange, but at least i kept it short, eh? oh well. cheers!
soon, life will calm down a bit... then i shall get my hug
i should be snoring peacefully in my comfy bed, surrounded by my big comfy blankets, and huddled up next to Kyle's red comfy sweatshirt. but no, here i sit in my non-comfy standard-issue chair at my standard-issue desk, complaining. woohoo.
i honestly have no idea how Kyle manages to survive with his schedule. at least when i'm not sleeping, i'm not having to focus on complex musical thingies and whatknot. i just lay back and let spanish conjugations flow through my head until i've gotten so glazed that it's almost sleep.
Superman, i tell ya. Superman.
fuck an ugly one-legged blind duck by the name of Scoopy, i'm going to go lay back down. i'm sure this post was strange, but at least i kept it short, eh? oh well. cheers!
soon, life will calm down a bit... then i shall get my hug
7.11.05
that's right, laugh while you can
because i, meghan, have decided that i am NOT going to do my Honors CORE homework, and at the end of the term, will be DROPPING it like a hot waste of time. right. yeah.
besides that, not much is happening. Kyle's off meeting with his PACURH people (don't ask me to define that, i can barely say it), then has probably 6-8 hours of homework. it amazes me that the professors in the Music Department expect their students to be able to take the 9 classes required as a freshman, do homework, AND sleep. i don't know how he does that, and still manages to find enough time in his day to catch up with me. i'm dating Superman.
today it snowed, and that was all good and well... until it warmed up enough to melt the snow and then the day went from grey and snowing to grey and slushing. fucking sucked.
i'm still feeling deliriously, maniacally, immaturely giddy about having decided to not continue with CORE. this class has been the bane of my existence since Day 1 of SOU, and now that i have accepted that as a valid truth and am working to remove it from my life... ah, the world is looking so good.
and i had pizza. what a beautiful day!!! ok, i'm going to go do the reading for CORE, revise a draft for CORE, and define the Spanish vocab, then it's beddy-bye time for this redhead. cheers!
he is wonderful and perfect and i love him more than anything, and one of these days we're going to have to have a bit of a talk
besides that, not much is happening. Kyle's off meeting with his PACURH people (don't ask me to define that, i can barely say it), then has probably 6-8 hours of homework. it amazes me that the professors in the Music Department expect their students to be able to take the 9 classes required as a freshman, do homework, AND sleep. i don't know how he does that, and still manages to find enough time in his day to catch up with me. i'm dating Superman.
today it snowed, and that was all good and well... until it warmed up enough to melt the snow and then the day went from grey and snowing to grey and slushing. fucking sucked.
i'm still feeling deliriously, maniacally, immaturely giddy about having decided to not continue with CORE. this class has been the bane of my existence since Day 1 of SOU, and now that i have accepted that as a valid truth and am working to remove it from my life... ah, the world is looking so good.
and i had pizza. what a beautiful day!!! ok, i'm going to go do the reading for CORE, revise a draft for CORE, and define the Spanish vocab, then it's beddy-bye time for this redhead. cheers!
he is wonderful and perfect and i love him more than anything, and one of these days we're going to have to have a bit of a talk
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