Samurai Champloo

:: 2005 25 October :: 6.35pm
:: Mood: disturbed

Does this scare the shit out of anyone but me?
http://news.com.com/FAQ+How+Real+ID+will+affect+you/2100-1028_3-5697111.html?tag=st.num

If so, write a letter. Send it to everyone you can think of. I know I will. So if you guys care but are lazy I'll post the letter here and you can just use that one. But anyway, don't let this pass without a fight. Because this is scary.

[edit 8:24]
I am so behind the times. Apparently this already passed. In May. The changes have to be in effect by May 2008. I'm still writing a letter though.

:: 2005 23 October :: 11.48pm

Zombies!
Dude, I have towel on my head. It's great just taking a night shower, then my hair won't look too bad tomorrow morning when I go take my history midterm.

This weekend=one of the bestest weekends. Ever. John with an "H" totally yoinked Rachel's gloves and didn't notice until this evening. Tsk tsk tsk. And I fell asleep on John's bed for perhaps 20 minutes. Good times. I watched him play WoW for a while. Damn, it's so addicting even to watch.

Looks like I'm coming home next Saturday. I'll help Rachel with the Forest of Fear or whatever it's called. I will need a ride back down to Western on Sunday, however. Andy has a regatta in Indiana. Blah, I so can't spell. But yeah, I'll pay whoever could help with my love and gas money.

Oh, and Rachel, you left your towel here. I'll bring it back up later ^_^

:: 2005 22 October :: 5.57pm
:: Music: my ears are ringing.......

"What the hell are you saying?"
So I went on a field trip for my geography class today.
It was one of the surrealest days of my life.
Details to follow...
The last few paragraphs are the most interesting.
Read more..

KTHPKC

:: 2005 22 October :: 3.17pm
:: Mood: kinda tired
:: Music: Noir soundtrack

We didn't get to bed until late last night/this morning. Rachel slept on the futon while Joel and I shared the foof chair. Rachel and Joel are still sleeping, which is okay. Gah, I'm hungry though. Stupid stomach.

Good news, I finally found out the title of this zombie-comedy movie from Germany that I've wanted to see. "Die Nacht der lebenden Loser" The Night of the Living Losers. Hee. I so totally want to see it now.

To take a shower or not to take a shower, that is the question.

Ya wanna fight?

4 asses kicked | Ya wanna fight?

:: 2005 20 October :: 10.14pm

People are playing Fusion Frenzy in my realm (aka the tv room) right now. Zomigosh, it brings back sooooo many memories!!! Damn, I need to tell Chad and Brit sometime. Sigh. I was always Gina, and I sucked at everything except for the jump and duck thingy. Hee.

So yeah, tired. Blah. Moo. Don't feel like going into too much detail because I'm lazy.

Joel spent the night at my room, didn't get to sleep until late. Was dumb and told mom that today, she had this evil silence going on. I told her that nothing happened and that I was still a part of the virigin club. She made a relieved noise, then I told her that we had hot and steamy sex all night long. Again, the silence. I told her I was joking, she was relieved but not amused. Parents *sigh*

DDR Friday tomorrow!!!!!!!

3 asses kicked | Ya wanna fight?

:: 2005 20 October :: 5.06pm
:: Mood: disillusioned
:: Music: Pedro the Lion

"Have you ever seen an idealist with grey hairs on his head?
Or a succesful man who keeps in touch with unsuccessful friends?
You only think you did, I could have sworn I saw it too.
But as it turns out, it was just a clever ad for cigarettes."

Do you really think its true?

God I hope it isn't.

But if it is then I have been wasting my time.

:: 2005 20 October :: 12.26am
:: Music: Led Zeppelin-You Shook Me

I am quite possibly the worst procrastinator in the world. I should have started studying for french over an hour ago. I finally started about 10 minutes ago, and now I'm taking a "study break". Yeah. But on the plus side, while I was procrastinating, I discovered I like the Pixies. A lot.

Ok, I'm gonna go study for real now.

KTHPKC

:: 2005 18 October :: 11.24pm
:: Mood: amused

Herr Blickle, the German comp prof that I dislike most of the time since he doesn't teach us jack shit, told my class about German citizenship and whatnot today.

So, apparently, if you want to be a citizen of Germany you have to be German by blood. Interesting, ne? I think I could become a citizen. My grandma's grandparents and parents were all German. Hmmm... I'd hafta look at all of my lineage. That'd be time-consuming and boring.

I'll just file this away in the "If I ever go to Germany, marry a German boy, and stay in Germany" file.

:: 2005 18 October :: 12.45pm

I want to stab my cellphone, damn its alarm clock

It sucks that people still don't understand my sense of humor. Granted, it is violent (like when I'm in bitch-mode, grumpy, or pissed) at times. But still... it's not like I'm a homicidal maniac out for blood and spleens. Spleens. Hee.

I'd go off and cry now if I could, if only I were by myself and not stuck at Brown. ;_;

:: 2005 18 October :: 12.21pm

I went down for breakfast today. For the first time, ever.

I ate Lucky Charms and thought of Ben ;p

I ate with this one chick, Coop, who lives on my floor. She invited me to stop by her room today sometime, so I will. Because I've gotta become more outgoing and make more friends on the floor. Other than befriending people in long to walk to places like Henry and Hoekje.

Oh and me, being the dumb one, I forgot my keys so I had to call Tara and ask her to come down and let me in through the security door. Right after I got off the phone with her some dude let me in ^^" Gack. Then I had to hurry off to Brown so I wouldn't miss my German convo class.

I'm not hungry because I ate breakfast. But maybe I'll go out to Sprau Tower after next class and yoink a snack before going down to the computer lab and printing up the rough draft for my english paper.

Le w00t.

Memo to self: REMEMBER KEYS

oh, and I've gotta stop being so moody. Effing hormones. All you males suck ;p

The coolest of the cool: I absolutely love it when Tara and I talk when we're both in bed. Even if only for a moment, even if only to say good night. It brings back memories of me wishing that I had a sister to do that with. Sigh. Can't exactly do that with Andy, he's as dense as a brick wall when it comes to emotions.

KTHPKC

:: 2005 17 October :: 7.23pm
:: Mood: sad to the point of tears

Roommates and the like
Some roommates become best friends (like Amanda and Tara), some become rivals (no example that I know of). I prefer to think of Tara as a sister. Sometimes the older one (okay, most times) and sometimes the younger one.

I felt so...complimented when she asked me some advice about dating and guys. And I can't help but babble to her about things going on in my life. Friendships, boys *blushes*, classes, weekends, going home... you name it. If I'm in a talkative mood, I'll just try to talk her ear off. I'm afraid though, once in a while, that I'm pissing her off by talking too much.

Tara, her friend, and a couple others are going to be renting out an apartment next year. The day when she came back, excitedly announcing that she'd signed the lease for the apartment, something akin to pride just broke over me. I was immediatly excited for her, seeing her so happy. Like when she told me that Fall Out Boy was going to be at her friend's party. She was so excited that it was freaking adorable.

I have to admit that I'm not the best roommate. Hell, I'm probably the worst. I'm messy, I hate getting up, I'm grumpy as a bitch in the morning, I grumble about food, I take my time in the shower, I listen to heavy metal, I wear black waaaaaaaay too much, in the beginning I was antisocial, depressed, and angry, I won't touch the vaccum, and I rant. I can't see how Tara can stand to live with me. I try to be good, honest. And I don't have any problem with her, just her phone when it rings late at night when we're trying to sleep ;p

Look, the point that I'm rambling on trying to show is that I have no problem with my roommate. She's probably the best roommate that I could ever have. Sure we have our differences, but that adds a bit of spice and flavor to everything. I wish I could tell her that I love her (platonically) and I always want to hug her. But I'm afraid that I'll scare her.

Tara's the best. I hope you all get a chance to meet her someday.

:: 2005 17 October :: 3.20pm

I'm an update whore today ;p
I just got done shooting ideas at Tara. She helps a lot when I need to think of a paper to write ^_^

I'm thinking about doing something along the lines of affirmative action. I'm rather against it, even if it allows a certain percentage of minority groups to enter into universities every year. But that also means that some elligable students won't be allowed in. Even if they have outstanding grades.

So yeah, I'll rant about that and offer a solution. Damn, I need a solution. I mean, we need more people from the minority groups to enter college even if they don't have moneys. Ummm...scholarships! And forcing representatives to go to inner city high schools and seeing the outstanding students there.

Gack, I don't know. I'm not a minority here in the U.S. Now Zambia, I was a minority. But that was a kajillion years ago.

Any suggestions?

Ya wanna fight?

:: 2005 17 October :: 12.52pm
:: Music: Verbotenland-Hanzel und Gretyl

Memo to self: Wear socks and shoes when going to math today.

It's rather nippy out. I'm freezing. Probably because my hair still isn't dry.

Lunch today was good. I'm feeling full. Gack, bloated almost.

The vaccum for the room isn't that evil. It's kinda nice. Not like Pestulio, the vaccum from hell. I hate that vaccum, even if my dad swears by it.

English midterm tomorrow. History and Math midterms next week. No midterms for the German classes. Yay. I'd probably cave in and strangle Herr Blickle with my shoelaces if he had us do a midterm. I wouldn't mind so much with Frau Gabor, she's pretty cool. I like her.

I need to write up an opinion paper. But what can I argue about? Any suggestions? They have to be controversial issues or somthing dealing with my major. Yay. Any German controversial issues?

I don't want to go up to the room. Nothing to do there. I suppose that I could color, but my blue copic marker has gone MIA already. I think that it's in Amanda's room somewhere. Cross your fingers.

Sigh. I could use a hug. A nice, warm hug.