There's a Lot I Will Never Do...

Of all BNL songs, this is my favourite of All Time. They've been webcamming it up recording some of their songs. So I thought I'd share the glory of Steven and Ed singing "some fantastic."



Arabic final is OVER. Thank allah. I think it went well. We'll know soon enough i guess.

Official statement: My dad is going to Electric Daisy Carnival this year! You have to admit, that is pretty cool.

And now it's time to wrap up this paper and do some stuying. Almost done with this quarter

Miss You Kiss The Love Cats

I don't know why i'm getting so worked up about finals this term. I usually don't care very much, if at all. There seems to be a combination of factors inducing me into a near panic. It must be time for an unordered list!

• Arabic. This final is my first one and it's on Saturday morning. A lot is riding on it. Namely, the golden ticket for taking towelspeek 423 next quarter, as opposed to having to take all of second year over the summer. Then I can't take all the other shit I wanted to take over the summer and hopefully set myself up so i only have to go to school twice a week next fall. Plan girl is full of plans...
• class is hard. why is it hard? fuck that noise. I need more language classes becuase those are easier and don't require prolonged focusing on stupid theoretical crap.
• and i haven't done all my homework. Didn't turn in all the assignments and i only did averagely well on quizzes this quarter. Call it an adjustment period.
• there's no dead week. Not even a dead few days. Who does that? The last day of the quarter is on Friday and finals start on saturday. UNACCEPTABLE.
  
• health. I'm really tired because work + school + final class assignments + finals. On top of that, I'm on my period. Fucking bleeding to death again becuase I'm not starting my new pills until the sunday after. though you can start them the day you start your period, apparently it's healthier to wait. (im sure that was too much information for just about everyone. too bad).

So Arabic final saturday, fauxnetiks and syntax on monday morning (yes both done by noon. wtf). Dinosaurs next friday. sects and violence just has a final paper (which i need to finish still. fawk). The good news is that I got saturday, sunday and monday off from work in order to deal with this shite. I'm probably going to spend all of that time sleeping too becuase i need that way more than I need to study what spectrograms of vowels look like.


a spectrogram illustrating [lEd], [rEd], [wEd], [jEl].

I got a new cat yesterday (as I informed many of you). His name is Caesar and he is pretty fuckin cute. This cat is very cuddlly, like he's always sitting on my lap and then he'll put his paws on my shoulder and like nuzzle my face. seriously, thats just cute. He also slept on my head and purred really loudly. I guess i'll either get used to that or exile him from the bedroom. Pics to follow when I have a camera...i guess. What is not cute is that Caesar was on my desk--yes where i keep my computer and papers--and knocked over a glass of water. Luckily the only thing destroyed by the flood was my already ailing computer mouse (somewhat ironic that my cat killed the mouse...). I'm having a hard time keeping him off the countertops. Also wondering about my judgement. I can barely take care of myself. I'm somewhat concerned about trying to take care of a cat as well. ah well.

The odd thing is that I meant to get a tattoo yesterday...not a cat. And speaking of which, this guy who is apparently a pretty famous tattoo artist (according to co-worker Nick he's in "All the magazines") has been bringing in pics of his work for us to develop and it's some pretty awesome shit. He did one of David Bowie's face a la "Labyrinth" and then some chick had a sleeve done with koi fish and samurai. I was just like "damn that's awesome." Tomorrow I have to go to some kind of training thing for work. IF it's anything like Saturday's 6 hour Indoctrination to Capitalism Lecture Series I'm going to be pissed. I guess it' s called "president's council" and everyone has to go, but my question is, president's council on what. Council on public health? council on fiscal policy? council on popsicle distribution? I'm sure it'll be a waste of time but hopefully there will be more people so i can covertly read a book or something.

In conclusion, if you talk to me in the next few days, remind me to chill the fuck out or to not panic, however you want to phrase it.

The Art of Noise Is Paranoid

At the risk of sounding emo . . .

I'm feeling unreasonably angsty at the moment and i'm not exactly sure what brought it on. I feel really sick of talking to everyone and the overconnectedness of the interblags (note to facebook: I DON'T CARE WHAT EVERYONE IS DOING ALL THE TIME), cell phone, AIM, skype, MSN, and on and on. Shut of skype and msn. not browsing the interblags. Initiating permanent away on AIM. Tired of talking to people. Tired of trying to help. I want to be out in the middle of the white desert or something. No one is around for a loooong way. Just you and a shitload of sky and sand. No internet. No phone. hear yourself breathe, think.

This may just be pre-finals stress. Paper due wednesday for sociology; insufficient evidence to support hypothesis, either 1) couldn't find it 2) doesn't exist. possibility of conducting my own research: none. Sociology is so useless. It's just terming things that the average intelligent person would conclude on his or her own. "When a group cuts ties with the outside and then receives criticism from the outgroup, group members develop what is called SIEGE MENTALITY." Well...yeah. Arabic final is on saturday. Moment of truth/redemption. alternately, moment of abysmal failure. Insha'allah, the first one. I know my shit, i just have to show that I know my shit and not get any weird ass other shit sprung on me. DO NOT ASK ME TO READ ABOUT EASTER FESTIVITIES IN ARABIC. Christ, that was stupid. Syntax quiz tomorrow. I don't even remember what the last thing we read about was. Fuck. Note to self: measure twice, cut once. Good advice. phonetiks i need to flawlessly know the IPA chat (mostly there already) and commit features to memory. Maybe some other peripheral studying, and some problem set due on monday. what the hell? Almost done.

But seriously, just feeling like i need to escape. Physical escape. Starting to feel that kind of situational claustrophobia thing that I get. The "what if i get stuck like this in this terrible permance looped for all time." wake up, shower, dress go to schoool, go to work, come home study sleep wake up study drees shower sleep school work and on on on on on. I thought this wouldn't happen here because I like it here and I like seattle and school really isn't so bad. Except I'm failing--separate topic. I think i just have a terrible terrible fear of staaaagnaaattioooooon. stagnation. stuck. Go up and down 15th ave on the bus everyday. Go home come back, it's a small loop that just keeps going.

I'll try to write in full sentences now....

I'm probably fine. But you can never be sure.

In reality, today I had a doctor's appointment and got birth control again. Last month I felt like I was bleeding to death and completely devoid of nutrients. This month I'm having PMS of from hell of death. like it just hurts and i hurt every where and i go die in bed for half hour stretches. Hopefully it builds character or something. pills curb this, hence the doctor's visit. I'm so glad that we have science.

Also, I ordered a birthday present for Ian today. Tried to study and continually got distracted by /b/ (it's motivational monday!). I need to write this sociology paper but it's just not working. I think I may cop-out and just write something easy. I hate writing boring papers, but time is short and i just don't care enough.

Time to escape back into my imagination. away away away...