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Kweh?! I look at my calendar and it's already less than a week to September (or Spemtember as my overworked brain keeps trying to spell it). Which also means less than a month till my dentist appointment, but I won't drag you all down in the fiery pit of my phobias... at least not in this post.

Been back in the dorms for over a week now. Already feels like I never left. In fact, as I was running (literally) to class the other day, the odd thought struck me that I should be more than three days into the new semester. It felt like December without all the hectic-ness and freezing cold and stuff. In other words, I'm a complete nerd who feels more at home going to school than...well, at home. Not that you all didn't already know that.

Now for the oh-so-wonderful catch-all post that will get you all up to date on my life. ( Here we go )

So here we are, back again for another year at school and another round of convenient internet access (no offense, Didd). I've been waiting for this all summer. Le sigh. Still working on the novel, as well. Actually have the first chapter and a bit written. Would you like to see some of it, o loyal readers? Remember, your silence is not the answer. Anyway, only another seven chances to Go See My Play, so go see it if you are able, and if you don't, well, I reserve the right to whip you with a wet noodle, then slap you repeatedly with a large carp. Oh, and if anyone sees my mom, tell her she still makes the best darn pumpkin bread cupcakes EVER. Thanks. Updates will come when I have time/inclination/anything interesting to say. Huggles for everyone in the meantime.

My new favorite word. yay. Schadenfreude, making the world a better place. C'mon, everyone, sing along! hee. I love that word, it's so great. German has a lot of really cool words. Like treppenwitz, the words that come to mind after it's too late to say them, as in when, five minutes later you finally think of a better comeback than 'oh yeah?!' It's great. But, yeah, love schadenfreude.

Anywho, first class was cancelled today. Didn't know that till I walked all the way there. Course, once I got there and found out it WAS cancelled, I also found out that I'd forgotten my paper for my second class, so I had to walk all the way back to my dorm again. So I decided I'd waste some time here before trudging out again. Oh joy. It wouldn't even be so bad except that it's snowing. Not heavily or anything, just enough to be annoying whenever one lands on my nose. grrr.

Oh, and I'm still lazy, so any encouragement you people could send that would get me to work on my paper (which I hope to finish... sometime before it's due) would be much appreciated. You would get sprinkles, even. That's how much I would appreciate it. So... where's the love?

Setting: History class. Time: this morning. Enter History Prof. Prof proceeds to tell us about final type stuff, then asks for questions. Girl in class raises hand, asks when final project/paper is actually due. Prof says...day of final. That's Friday of Finals week. Class continues as normal for rest of period. Exuent.

So...this isn't technically bad news until you figure in the fact that...I'm a procrastinator. Do you have any idea what my knowing I have a week more than I thought I did to finish the paper will do to my resolve to actually finish it? Do you?! I'll end up putting it off and giving myself a stress headache during finals week or something. grrr. Also, we have to do an annotated bibliography. How is that fair?

Man it's been a long time since I updated this sucker. But I absolve myself of guilt by saying I've been really busy. I mean REALLY busy. Had the first five pages of a fifteen page paper due yesterday. That was evil. Course, if I had started writing the stupid thing as soon as we got the assignment, I'd be done by now, but whatever. Guilt absolved.

Speaking of absolving, the Pope's dead. How weird is that? I mean, I'm not Catholic, I usually make fun of Catholics, but still...Pope's dead. I mean, when even I notice, it's pretty big news. Although...I did watch the royal wedding last weekend, so maybe my standards aren't as picky as I thought. Maybe. I decided that I want a Prince. Doesn't necessarily have to be British royal, but the language would be nice. Doesn't even have to be inheriting. There are so many branches to the royal family, I'd just like one prince, is that so much to ask? Note, if any princes are reading this now, I'm single. But really, I want to be a royal. I suppose I could settle for a peerage, you know a Duke ...an Earl or Baron if I absolutely had to, but Duchess sounds so much nicer than Lady or Baroness. I mean, I could just get knighted if I want to be Lady, don't have to marry anyone for that, and Baroness sounds evil or something. Duchess is good though. But I really want to be a princess.

That was a digression though. I didn't really mean to talk about my evil plans to corrupt the world's elite with my Star Wars addiction... er, I mean, yeah. Anyway, I do want to say that I'm watching the Dune miniseries right now and, while it's not the book, it's pretty good. It's kinda sad, though, that I know who all's gonna die. sigh. Duncan's accent is the greatest ever.

Going to be another busy, busy week. Mommy's birthday is on Friday (Happy birthday Mommy, even though you don't read this) and the Sis's b-day is a week from Saturday. I'm really busy that day, but I hope to get a chance to see her, at least on Sunday. I'll see her no matter what, and anyway, she already has my present. It's a very cute ceramic kitty. I love shopping with relatives. It's like "I kinda like that" "want it for your birthday/christmas/near holiday?" Yep, that simple. Occasionally have to make up reasons to give gifts, but overall generally works pretty well.

Okay, been putting it off cause I don't want to think about it but...well, I guess not like any of you would really care, but this is my journal and I like being able to write out my thoughts and stuff. Okay...official announcement time...I'm not a theatre major anymore. Shock, huh? Well, technically, I still have to get the papers signed and stuff, but in spirit, I've changed my affiliation. It's really hard. I love acting, but I just couldn't stand the stress and depression anymore. sigh. It's just that I was getting so depressed just from going to class that it wasn't worth it anymore. I noticed that the more depressed I got, the less I wrote, and I'm not going to let anything stand in the way of my writing, so... Yeah, not really a choice. I just wasn't cut out to be an actor I suppose. Now I'm just wondering if I actually have to tell my teachers or if they'll figure it out when I don't show up for the reauditions at the end of the year. I don't know if I really want to find out, but...not like I'll ever really have them again. Except, I will have Virginia for directing, but...sigh. Yes, there has been much angsting. More angsting than at a Harry Potter fangirl convention. sigh.

Roomie is gone now, although she pops in here and there to pick up stuff or to study. She actually left her computer here, although I haven't the foggiest why. Doesn't she ever plan on studying at her apartment? Then again, knowing her habits, probably not. I don't know when she actually DOES study, but I never see it. It's nice being able to stay up and wake up without having to worry about bugging her. Does create a bit of a vacuum in the rantage about the lj though, doesn't it? I suppose this would be the indifferent then.

Well, I suppose I should get back to not doing much of anything useful. Especially considering I'm now not nauseous for the first time today. Maybe I'll eat. That sounds good. Well, until later then, folks. Seize the Carp.

I've come to the decision that I need a lackey. Or possibly a minion. I haven't really decided, but I think a lackey would take a little less upkeep than a minion. I don't want a bootlicker, they're not really good for anything. And minions, especially evil minions which are the best kind, are really only good for terrorizing people, not so much doing stuff. So I think I want a lackey. You know, to do my homework, fetch and carry, that sort of thing. Wake me gently in the morning with a nice breakfast all ready for me. Like that. I could be all like "Lackey, go get me a donut from the cafeteria" or something and he'd have to do it, cause, you know, he's a lackey. Yeah, I want a lackey.

In other news, I've decided that I am not looking forward to school next semester. There will be a morning class, at least one, only one if I'm lucky, but there's just no way around it. Of course, by the time I actually get to register, none of those classes will be open anyway, so it won't matter. Only going to be taking one theatre class, which makes me sad, but it means I'll be getting most of my gen eds done, so I won't complain. I'm gonna miss the theatre people though, sigh.

Spent all morning today writing on my new story idea. Well, okay, not ALL morning, I didn't get up till like 11:00, but I spent what might be considered morning (i.e. until like 2:00) working on my story. It's interesting. Some totally stupid science, too, which is great. Totally making things up. I love doing that. Also did some research for acting class, and found pictures to PROVE that, yes Tammy, they did put their hands on their hips in the early 1900s, it's not just a 'modern thing.' So there. Ha. Sorry, had to get that out of my system. In the future, all vengeful and hateful comments will be delivered by the lackey.

So I come over to check out my lovely journal here, yes? And when I get here, I find that all of my settings have been changed. My journal is, in fact, now PINK. Yes, you read that correctly, PINK! MY journal, in pink. It was horrific. I had to change it immediately. Which I did. So it is now back to what it was before, more or less. Some stuff was added. Funness.

Doing a southern accent for the Glass Menagerie acting scene I'm in. Yeah, don't know how that's gonna turn out. Sounds okay, sorta, to me, but I don't really have that great an ear for accents. So we'll see. Rehearsals for both scenes are going well. First view is Wednesday morning.

Ow, sudden tummy ache. Icky.

Anyway, life is going interestingly. I kinda like it now that I'm not running around practically 24/7. It's kinda relaxing even. And then next week is spring break. Yay for spring break. A week (more or less) of sleeping and video games. Maybe with some TV watching thrown in for good measure. :) I'm looking so much forward to it. That was an odd sentence. Oh well, you can see how much I'm looking forward to it.

Poor Danny :( I'm watching SG-1. He's so cute when he's got puppy-dog eyes. sniff. I really like Stargate. It's a good show.

Excited about the movement workshop tomorrow. Very excited. Can't wait excited.

Very spastic in my writing today I see. Oh well, that happens sometimes. Probably why I'm not going to try to write my report for acting class today. Yes, we have reports in acting class. They have to have some way to grade us. Anyway, just finding it kinda hard to string coherent thoughts together, as you can probably see.

Frosted Mini-Wheats commercial on TV. Mini-wheats taste like tree bark. Not that I would know what tree bark tastes like, but I assume that it must taste at least that good, if not better than the FMWs. They are horrible. The frosting only adds to the suckage. Better name would be "Leaves and Twigs." At least that tells us what we're getting in to.

Might be going to an audition on Wednesday. Not sure, but it's possible. More about that later, if I decide to go.

Suppose I'll go now. Vegetate some more. Concentration is basically non-existent today. XXXOOO <3 ME

Okay, I think I have sufficiently gotten over my anger at LiveJournal to attempt to post again. Let's hope so or else this will just devolve into another one of my rants and then, oh well. But there is now much to talk about. We'll start with what was the topic of the two posts that have now been lost forever to cyberspace.

An amazing thing happened to me on Tuesday, namely that I finished my Psych class. It was independent study online and I took the last test on Tuesday. Yep, finished a whole two months and change early. Could have finished last week but I got lazy. But finishing that class means that I am now effectively taking 13 credit hours. I don't know what to do with myself and all my extra time... Oh, wait, yeah, that's right, I'm a theatre major, what extra time? I have rehearsals starting on Friday every day till March 6 (well, 3 of those days are our performances but still) and then, I might be in some directing scenes which mean more rehearsals and there's always work for the actual classes. So yeah, no extra time but more time than before. So yay.

Also finished the entire series of Escaflowne on DVD on Tuesday. 26 episodes, roughly 13 hours of anime, in 3 days. And I only watched one DVD on Monday, so it's really 23 episodes in 2 days. Yeah, that was a lot of anime. But it was so worth it. Escaflowne was shown on FOX kids a few years ago, but they edited it down so much (which isn't really surprising, some eps of the real show are bloodbaths) but they edited it so much that they basically cut the first 15 eps down to nine they showed on TV. That was a lot of cut material, including the entire first episode. That's kinda weird. So the box set was so much more enjoyable, even if I still wanted like three more eps. It just ended so quickly. sigh. I still can't decide if I like Folken, Van, or Merle the most. I do know who I liked the least- Alan Shazar, stupid name, stupid guy. Just didn't like him.

I'm sick today, and I think it's going to get worse. How do I know? Well, it's at that stage of the cold where the nose is kinda runny, but you can still breathe okay, it's just annoying. I've had enough colds in my life to know that it's just lulling me into a false sense of security. Sadly, I don't really have any days off where I can just sleep and get over it. Rehearsals, remember? Guess I'll just try to get to bed as early as I can every night. And take lots of drugs, drugs help. Yeah, drugs.

For some reason, I'm not sure why, I feel kinda bad for typing while the roomie's asleep. Also for some reason, I'm not sure why, I kinda enjoy typing while the roomie's asleep. Some sort of Freudian thing? Possibly. Revenge for all the times she woke me up typing on aim to the bf? Possibly. Me just being evil? >:}

Oh, and new stuff, now signed up on FanFiction.net as well as FictionPress.com. So, not much up on either yet, but come check it out. Review. Reviewing's nice. *cough*hint*cough*comment button*cough* Anyway, off I go on my merry way, to class and beyond.

An early morning entry, scary, ne? Yeah, well, it's because I'm avoiding studying for my whomping huge history test tomorrow. I know, shameless, but still. That's what this thing is for, right? To avoid homework? That's what they told me when I signed up, anyway.

I realized yesterday that I have probably officially become a heathen. Yesterday was Ash Wednesday, and I considered going to church, I really did, I just didn't. Go, that is. I know. I should have. But the ashes always get stuck in my hair and it's a pain to get them out. bleh. So I didn't go.

Still not studying. Still not studying.

Wrote a (what I think is a) cute Harper drabble yesterday, again avoiding studying. It's posted over at harperchondriac . Maybe I'll cross-post it here sometime. Or you could go read it there, whatever.

If the stupid people next door don't stop blasting oldies music, I'm going to injure something. It's slightly quieter now, but only because before it was Diana Ross and she's got a good set of lungs. It's still loud enough that I can clearly make out the songs. Don't know the one playing now though. Better than the time the girl next door went on a "Sister Act" stint and played nothing but the soundtrack from "Sister Act"--still more than loud enough to hear-- for like three days. I think the roomie is getting slightly upset as well, because, unlike me, she's still pretending to sleep.

Finally, the big announcement. Yes, we are IN FACT, even CLOSER to my birthday than we were at my last posting. I know, time moves on, scary, isn't it? We are now T-minus 38 hours and 15 minutes as of this writing. teehee :) Can you tell I can't wait?

So much fun! We did clownning in acting class today. Hehe. Anyway, most funness was that, we're all discovering our "inner clowns" right? And everyone else is all like sweet or shy or whatever (okay, there were a few exceptions, but generally). My "inner clown" though, hehe, was not a nice clown, to put it mildly. I got to spend most of the time making fun of my improv partner. I never would have expected that frankly. I do occasionally play the straight man (or woman, as it may be) but this was a lot farther than I've ever taken it before. I was the only one like that. I was nice to let the snarkiness out that I normally just store up. I wonder what people who really know me-i.e. people who have LIVED with me- would feel if they compared their version of me to the version that the 'public' sees. I think some people might be surprised.

If there's one thing I've noticed about people, it's that they unfailingly see only what they want to see. It's why actors get typecast and why some people can never move past the age of 10 in their parents' eyes. Works both ways, of course, not always easy, though, to get people to see what YOU want to see. Ask David Copperfield.

This entry only has a little bit to do with stage combat class, but I just like how people go "gwah!?" whenever combat gets into a title. :) So, anyway, I'll mention the combat part first, then I'll move on to other things. It has to do with the fact that I have possibly the coolest little nephew ever. I mean, he's seven, right, and he plays video games better than I do. Okay, a slight exaggeration, but still, you get the point. (And in case he's checking this out with his mom--HI DYL!!!) But I was trying to show my sister some of the stuff we've been learning, and she's freaking out, so I go to my nephew, who, remember, is SEVEN. And I'm like, okay, just trust me and pretend I'm choking you. After we cleared up the little technical things--tuck you chin in, hold on to my arm, etc--I swear, the boy's a natural at getting choked! :) Seriously, he actually acted like I was choking him (and no, I wasn't REALLY choking him) but the boy is an actor born. I think I've known this ever since he tried to blackmail me, and he'd only been talking in full sentences for like a couple months. Don't tell his parents, but I plan on corrupting him with even more video games this summer when I babysit him. Hilarity will ensue.

On to other topics, I'm writing to take my mind off studying, because I was starting to feel guilty for not studying, so I figured, eh, might as well do something that will require just enough thought that I won't think about studying, but that I won't actually be thinking either. But this last sentence has got me thinking about studying again, which is the whole reason I'm writing, so on to other things. :)

I've recently aquired a facebook account, over at www.thefacebook.com. There has been a bit of a facebook craze going on over here (meaning at UNL) and I've been caught up in it. I used to be very non-conformist in high school, believe it or not (ha, says the girl with the livejournal) so I find it odd, that now that I'm in college, I suddenly feel the urge to be involved MORE with my peers, rather than less. Of course, assuming either of these things will actually connect me to my peers. Ha, much ha, again.

Also fun news in my life at the moment, I just got my highest high score ever playing Yahoo! TextTwist. 431,300 points. Can you imagine how insanely high that score is? Maybe you can't. Maybe you've never played TextTwist. So I shall enlighten you. You can score between 3,000 to 10,000 points (roughly) for a round, if you get all the words. Getting less means you get fewer points. I don't have anymore than maybe a 50-50 chance of getting all the words, just because some (like aver and rhea) I'm not even sure ARE words. More on that later. Anyway, so I'm cruising along, I want to say it was Saturday night. I'm doing good, rack up, we'll say, in the vicinity of 130,000 points. Not a bad score for me, but not my best at the time, either. I decide to play my luck. I put the computer on stand-by and head to bed. Sunday, I have no free time until pretty late at night. I flip the comp on, play for another couple hours. I surpassed my previous high score and ended up with give or take about 200,000. Which is pretty awesome. Especially for me, I usually get in the range of 60-90,000 before I die. So here it is, Monday morning, and I'm still playing TextTwist. I eventually have to go to class. I leave the game at some 250,000, a tidy sum. After class, I decide to make it an all or nothing thing and just start playing. Didn't do much homework that night. The total kept climbing and climbing. I was in the TextTwist Zone. I could spell no wrong. I pause, take a breather. I've scored something like 429,000. This was an amazing feeling. I hit the next round button. Disaster strikes. I get the letters "s,c,m,o,i,t." What the EF is that supposed to spell?! I frantically try combinations as my time clicks down: 2 min, 1 min 30sec, 30sec. The buzzer hits zero, I have not spelled the word. I die with 431,300 points. What word beat me, you ask? SITCOM. An effing word that's NOT EVEN REALLY A WORD! It's an ABBREVIATION! Needless to say, I was a bit put out.

Sigh, the homework apathy is overwhelming, but I fear I must sign off to go write answers to inane psychology questions that have nothing to do with anything we're learning. Until later, be excellent to each other, and party on, dudes!