where have all the flowers gone?

simplylaura @ 2008-04-14T21:43:00

2008-04-15T02:50:19Z

Okay, so, you should all go do this.

It's a site akin to Paypal. I was wary at first, but I did find a USA Today article on it. Through tomorrow, April 15th, you get a $25 sign-up bonus for registering an account, which you can transfer to your bank account for no charge, or request that they mail you a check (that costs $2.50).

Plus, for everyone I refer, I get an extra $10. bluesilverkdg has done this and has received the referral money on top of her initial $25, and has made something like $85 off of it. If you do it, though, please click on the button above, so that I can take credit as the referral :D.

simplylaura @ 2007-02-22T15:16:00

2007-02-22T21:25:29Z

I'm not sure if anyone on my friends list is actually a California resident (whistle_kestrel, I know you're going to school there, so this may interest you), but I'm sure some of you have friends who are, so please pass this on as soon as you get the opportunity.

It's also kind of old news, but I recently found out about it, so there.

In October of 2005, the California state legislature passed bill SB 861, which requires all owners of pit bulls in the state to have their animals spayed or neutered. Which is good in a way, because it does help prevent animal overpopulation, but it is also a kick in the gut to legitimate breeders and completely unfair to the breed itself, since the law does not encompass any other breeds. It's simply a form of breed discrimation, buying into the hype that certain breeds are always more dangerous than others, which is absolute bullshit. I've known many pit bulls who are the sweetest dogs in the world.

Anyway, I don't think there's actually anything you can do unless you're a Californian citizen, but if you are, you can go to www.defeat861.com. It's too late, I think, to do the petition thing -- the site says they have to be turned in at Sacramento by January 5th, I assume 2006, not 2008 -- but you can probably contact the owners of the site to find out what you can do to help.

Please pass this information on, even if none of your LJ friends live in California. There's a chance that one of their friends or friends' friends do, and a chance that someone just might pass it by.

simplylaura @ 2006-12-11T02:23:00

2006-12-11T08:23:43Z

Major friends list purge. Harass me if I removed you and you want back on.

Also, friends only from now on.

simplylaura @ 2006-12-08T02:45:00

2006-12-08T08:45:29Z

So, fuck the chess set. This attitude came up when I realized that I had miscounted and did not have enough breeds of dogs for the number of pieces I needed, then that I still had fourteen pieces to make by 9am (this was around 11:30pm), and then that even if I did manage to get them all made, there was no way they'd be dry enough tomorrow to fire.

So I went to Wal-Mart and spent the very last few pennies we had (I was actually ten cents short, and the cashier took pity and gave me a dime XD) on a cheap table lamp, some felt, some pipe cleaners, and some feathers. So I'm making a lamp. It will be a dragon. And I will have all weekend to work on it, yay.

The chess set wasn't a total disaster, though. I'll have at least a few neat little dog figurines now to add to my collection, once they're fired and glazed.

No word on kitty owners yet. I went knocking on doors in the complex today. People had seen him around, but had no idea who he belonged to. I made a list of apartments at which I had no answer, and I'll make another round tomorrow to those. If no one claims him at that point, then I guess I'll start making flyers.

I really think that if I do find the owners, I'm going to give them our cat condo. Our cats don't really care for it much at all, and he freaking loves the thing.

simplylaura @ 2006-12-07T00:05:00

2006-12-07T06:05:17Z

So, um. We found a cat. I really don't need this right now. Random cat whose owner we don't know the identity of is not kosher. However. I will not put him back out in the parking lot. It's going to take some haggling with Ben, but it's getting to cold at night for him to be out there by himself, not to mention the fact that we're on the road, and a lot of people live here so the chance of him getting hit by a car is pretty high. I'm gonna go knocking on doors tomorrow. I know he belongs to someone -- he's got a collar. It'd be more useful if it had a tag or something.

Gah. It was like pulling teeth just getting Ben to let him stay a little while. We suspected he was our neighbors', but I asked and he isn't. =groan=

simplylaura @ 2006-12-04T13:54:00

2006-12-04T19:54:01Z

So, Ben and I have been together two years, as of today. Actually, as of sometime during the wee hours of this morning.

It's so crazy to think we've been together that long. So much has happened, but then it seems just yesterday we went and ate 8am McDonald's for our first "date," after staying up pretty much all night.

My life is so different now than it was two years ago, though I couldn't imagine it any other way.

simplylaura @ 2006-12-01T02:21:00

2006-12-01T08:21:07Z

So, for my final project in 3-D Design, I'm making a chess set. The pieces are made of clay. I'm using different breeds of dogs to represent each piece. I need to have them done by Wednesday, I think, to give McBeth time to fire them. Out of 32 pieces, I have eight done. Three labs and two golden retrievers (that don't... really look like labs or retrievers), a Shih-Tzu (which turned out awesomely, I love it), a collie and an Afghan hound (which are acceptable). I also have the board done, which took me a total of about six hours. I'm actually thinking that I may have to trash it though and either find a bigger piece of wood or just paint the top of my card table (which would actually be pretty cool), because my pieces are turning out bigger than I intended and I am not starting over.

We're carving stone in sculpture. Argh. We're even using fairly soft stone, and it's just... ugh. It's really a low priority at this point. He really picked crappy assignments to only give us two weeks to complete them.

But, on the up side, NEXT WEEK IS THE LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL YAY. After that, it's cramming/panicking for finals, and the a WHILE MONTH off for Christmas. I am so glad that this semester is nearly over. And, after next semester, I'll finally have all my gen ed requirements. Which is kind of sad, seeing as I only have three semester left in college period (not counting this one). Oh, well.

And, I might possibly have a job at public safety next semester. So everyone can hate me as I give them tickets for parking where they aren't supposed to. But I went in and talked to them, and she practically hired me on the spot. I'm supposed to go back next week to talk to the interim director and stuff. It should be a great job, other than having to work outside in the cold and heat. I won't work when it's raining or snowing heavily, I never work past 4:30pm, and they work completely around my class schedule. Yee.

Oh, and, I only have six absences in art history, and Dr. Eckert said I'll probably get out with a B. So, big relief on that end. I'm hoping that I'll be a little more on the ball next semester. I blame my crappy performance this semester on not really have a summer break at all, due to Wal-Mart.

It is way, way past my bedtime.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-27T04:00:00

2006-11-27T10:00:29Z

I'm going to guess that the point of the Wii is to get kids up off the couch and actually active a little while still playing video games. I really don't see this appealing to most gamers, though. I could be wrong. But still. I mean, who wants to actually have to box in order to play the boxing game?

I do wonder if you can make the super heroes dance in the Marvel Ultimate Alliance game, though XD.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-27T03:06:00

2006-11-27T09:06:50Z

I just saw a commercial for "Guys Gone Wild." I was in the kitchen cooking when it came on, and thought it was a spoof just listening, but no, it was an actual commercial. I can't describe how amusing that is after seeing years and years of "Girls Gone Wild." XD Though I must say, manboobs are not nearly as exciting as womanboobs.

It's 3:02am. I have class at 9 in the morning, and I really can't afford to miss again. I'm wide awake. I'm thinking tonight might be an all-nighter. Yay for holidays screwing up sleep schedules.

Thanksgiving with my family was great. I came away with lots of meat, as always, plus a crockpot and an electric frying pan. Plus $45, twenty of which went to Jamie for taking us out to eat (though she doesn't know it), twenty more which went into Cheryl's Christmas present (which she opened early tonight, because neither one of us could wait XD), and five of which went to random things like cordial cherries X3. I can't feel bad about accepting money from my parents this go around, because most of it went to other people anyway.

I have fried deer roast. It's pretty good.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-23T00:59:00

2006-11-23T06:59:10Z

I made enchiladas for dinner tonight. They were wonderful.

I made my first post to LJ on August 12, 2001. I was fifteen (and gods was I emo). I'm twenty now. That means this journal has been going five years solid plus a little more. I don't think I've ever been anywhere so long. (Souls is a close second, though my membership there has been in and out a lot.) Go me! I feel old.

So I have a list of graduate schools that I haven't really narrowed down yet. This is going to be a lot of work, deciding where I want to go. At least I've got a while.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-22T22:50:00

2006-11-23T04:50:12Z

Your Type is
INFJ
Introverted Intuitive Feeling Judging
Strength of the preferences %
33 50 75 44

Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging
by Joe Butt
Beneath the quiet exterior, INFJs hold deep convictions about the weightier matters of life. Those who are activists -- INFJs gravitate toward such a role -- are there for the cause, not for personal glory or political power.

INFJs are champions of the oppressed and downtrodden. They often are found in the wake of an emergency, rescuing those who are in acute distress. INFJs may fantasize about getting revenge on those who victimize the defenseless. The concept of 'poetic justice' is appealing to the INFJ.

"There's something rotten in Denmark." Accurately suspicious about others' motives, INFJs are not easily led. These are the people that you can rarely fool any of the time. Though affable and sympathetic to most, INFJs are selective about their friends. Such a friendship is a symbiotic bond that transcends mere words.

INFJs have a knack for fluency in language and facility in communication. In addition, nonverbal sensitivity enables the INFJ to know and be known by others intimately.

Writing, counseling, public service and even politics are areas where INFJs frequently find their niche.

Functional Analysis:

Introverted iNtuition
Introverted intuitives, INFJs enjoy a greater clarity of perception of inner, unconscious processes than all but their INTJ cousins. Just as SP types commune with the object and "live in the here and now" of the physical world, INFJs readily grasp the hidden psychological stimuli behind the more observable dynamics of behavior and affect. Their amazing ability to deduce the inner workings of the mind, will and emotions of others gives INFJs their reputation as prophets and seers. Unlike the confining, routinizing nature of introverted sensing, introverted intuition frees this type to act insightfully and spontaneously as unique solutions arise on an event by event basis.

Extraverted Feeling
Extraverted feeling, the auxiliary deciding function, expresses a range of emotion and opinions of, for and about people. INFJs, like many other FJ types, find themselves caught between the desire to express their wealth of feelings and moral conclusions about the actions and attitudes of others, and the awareness of the consequences of unbridled candor. Some vent the attending emotions in private, to trusted allies. Such confidants are chosen with care, for INFJs are well aware of the treachery that can reside in the hearts of mortals. This particular combination of introverted intuition and extraverted feeling provides INFJs with the raw material from which perceptive counselors are shaped.

Introverted Thinking
The INFJ's thinking is introverted, turned toward the subject. Perhaps it is when the INFJ's thinking function is operative that he is most aloof. A comrade might surmise that such detachment signals a disillusionment, that she has also been found lacking by the sardonic eye of this one who plumbs the depths of the human spirit. Experience suggests that such distancing is merely an indication that the seer is hard at work and focusing energy into this less efficient tertiary function.

Extraverted Sensing
INFJs are twice blessed with clarity of vision, both internal and external. Just as they possess inner vision which is drawn to the forms of the unconscious, they also have external sensing perception which readily takes hold of worldly objects. Sensing, however, is the weakest of the INFJ's arsenal and the most vulnerable. INFJs, like their fellow intuitives, may be so absorbed in intuitive perceiving that they become oblivious to physical reality. The INFJ under stress may fall prey to various forms of immediate gratification. Awareness of extraverted sensing is probably the source of the "SP wannabe" side of INFJs. Many yearn to live spontaneously; it's not uncommon for INFJ actors to take on an SP (often ESTP) role.

Introverted iNtuiting Feeling Judging
by Marina Margaret Heiss
INFJs are distinguished by both their complexity of character and the unusual range and depth of their talents. Strongly humanitarian in outlook, INFJs tend to be idealists, and because of their J preference for closure and completion, they are generally "doers" as well as dreamers. This rare combination of vision and practicality often results in INFJs taking a disproportionate amount of responsibility in the various causes to which so many of them seem to be drawn.

INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mates." While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon them by others, at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type.

Due in part to the unique perspective produced by this alternation between detachment and involvement in the lives of the people around them, INFJs may well have the clearest insights of all the types into the motivations of others, for good and for evil. The most important contributing factor to this uncanny gift, however, are the empathic abilities often found in Fs, which seem to be especially heightened in the INFJ type (possibly by the dominance of the introverted N function).

This empathy can serve as a classic example of the two-edged nature of certain INFJ talents, as it can be strong enough to cause discomfort or pain in negative or stressful situations. More explicit inner conflicts are also not uncommon in INFJs; it is possible to speculate that the causes for some of these may lie in the specific combinations of preferences which define this complex type. For instance, there can sometimes be a "tug-of-war" between NF vision and idealism and the J practicality that urges compromise for the sake of achieving the highest priority goals. And the I and J combination, while perhaps enhancing self-awareness, may make it difficult for INFJs to articulate their deepest and most convoluted feelings.

Usually self-expression comes more easily to INFJs on paper, as they tend to have strong writing skills. Since in addition they often possess a strong personal charisma, INFJs are generally well-suited to the "inspirational" professions such as teaching (especially in higher education) and religious leadership. Psychology and counseling are other obvious choices, but overall, INFJs can be exceptionally difficult to pigeonhole by their career paths. Perhaps the best example of this occurs in the technical fields. Many INFJs perceive themselves at a disadvantage when dealing with the mystique and formality of "hard logic", and in academic terms this may cause a tendency to gravitate towards the liberal arts rather than the sciences. However, the significant minority of INFJs who do pursue studies and careers in the latter areas tend to be as successful as their T counterparts, as it is *iNtuition* -- the dominant function for the INFJ type -- which governs the ability to understand abstract theory and implement it creatively.

In their own way, INFJs are just as much "systems builders" as are INTJs; the difference lies in that most INFJ "systems" are founded on human beings and human values, rather than information and technology. Their systems may for these reasons be conceptually "blurrier" than analogous NT ones, harder to measure in strict numerical terms, and easier to take for granted -- yet it is these same underlying reasons which make the resulting contributions to society so vital and profound.

Seems more or less accurate, to me.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-22T19:36:00

2006-11-23T01:36:04Z

So we're having Thanksgiving with Ben's parents tomorrow night, and then leaving out for my parents' house. We'll miss the meal with my family, but it's not a big deal. The people I really want to see I'll see while I'm there anyway, and I can always get leftovers. What's important is that Jamie will still be there and I'll get to hang with her.

AND my dad freaked me out a little. Normally, when Ben and I come to stay, Ben sleeps in my old room on my twin bed and I take up the couch. When Jamie's there, we fold out the couch bed -- when Jamie brings someone, they take the couch bed and I take a recliner. Well, my father suggested the following sleeping arrangement for this weekend: my mom sleeps in her recliner, as always, Daddy takes my old bed, Jamie and Maryann take the couch bed, and Ben and I take his queen bed. This is awesome mainly because I actually get a comfortable bed to sleep on. It's amazing because my father actually suggested Ben and I sleeping in the same bed together. We're talking about the man who, when I was a teenager, would not let me close the door to my bedroom if there was a boy in there.

My apartment took about three days to go from pretty damned clean to an absolute disaster area again. I don't understand why I can't keep this place clean. It's not this hard for other people. It just seems that if I were going to keep it remotely clean, I would have to be constantly cleaning, and that just doesn't seem quite right to me. Bleh.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-21T12:57:00

2006-11-21T18:57:45Z

I am a slacker. We only have two days of class this week. I have three classes on Mondays, two on Tuesdays. I skipped two yesterday and two today. Although skipping art history wasn't entirely my fault. Somehow Ben interpreted, "Wake me up at 8:30 so I can make it to my 9am class," as "Don't get me up until 9:30 because I'm not going to class." So I figured, hell, I might as well skip theatre too. And I was way to sleepy to go to sculpture at 9:30 this morning... and overslept and didn't wake up until 12:30, making it impossible for me to make it to 1pm physics on time, so I said fuck it.

Absences are going to make me fail my classes xX. I don't know what is up with me this semester. Oh, well.

Either way, happy early Thanksgiving!

My twnety-seven year old sister is bringing her nineteen year old girlfriend home for the holiday. She's younger than me. This is going to be an interesting Thanksgiving.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-15T16:48:00

2006-11-15T22:48:39Z

The internet keeps shitting out (but not like, my IM programs or LJ client or anything, just the browser -.-) and Charter is too reatrded to get it the fuck fixed. I'm sick of paying $50 a month for internet I can't get to work half the time.

In light of dead internet, I had to wait until I was on campus this morning to register for classes. They are as follows:

Drawing II (audit - Stout) -- MWF -- 10am-11:50am
Mixed Media (Shaw) -- MW -- 1pm-3:50pm
Women in Art (art history - Eckert) -- MW -- 4pm-5:15pm
Art History 211 (Eckert) -- TR -- 11am-12:15pm
Physics 102 (Erkal) -- TR -- 1pm-2:50pm

Not a very big change, time-wise, from this semester, except I get to sleep in a little more. Maybe, anyway. I'm going to try and get a job as a ticket writer at campus security, and they'll probably have me there at 8am every morning if I do.

I'm excited about auditing Stout's Drawing II class. Despite the fact that he's really intense and assigns a lot of work, I really, really miss having him as a teacher. Besides, he also said that I wouldn't have to follow along exactl with the class syllabus, and that he'd probably come up with some other stuff for me to do since I've already done all the assignments once. And, since I'm auditing, if I get bogged down I don't have to worry about my grades for that class.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-13T02:04:00

2006-11-13T08:04:17Z

Ahahahahaha. I have an art history paper due at nine am. It is 2:03 am. I am not getting much sleep tonight. Either that, or my paper will be late. We shall see.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-10T09:30:00

2006-11-10T15:30:44Z

Opening night for Lysistrata was last night :D. We had an open dress rehearsal Wednesday night, which went well, but the energy last night was insane. We had a huge crowd. They were actually selling balcony seats, which rarely happens for Vanguard productions, from what I understand. There are rumours that we actually sold out, but I have not verified whether those are true or not. The audience was great. We got lots and lots of laughs :3. AND the Old Women's and Men's Chorus (I'm a member of the Women's) got just as much extra applause as the lead character, which made me incredibly happy X3. The play itself went realy well, except for the missed music cue at the end (which was actually, I understand, the technology shitting out), which left the entire cast looking like retards because we were dancing around on stage with no music.

So! Tonight and tomorrow night at 8pm and Sunday at 3pm. If you're able, you should definitely come see it, because it is awesomeness.

My parents are even coming to see it Saturday night. They'll be here around noon so we have time to visit and stuff -- I'm excited. They haven't actually come to see me in Martin since the first semester of my Freshman year, two years ago. Unfortunately, though the play doesn't start until 8 and I'd normally get there at six, I have to be there at four for photos. Ah, well.

simplylaura @ 2006-11-09T14:25:00

2006-11-09T20:25:35Z

OH MY GOD THEY DON'T HAVE SEX THE SAME WAY I DO LET'S MAKE THEIR LIVES MISERABLE.

=mutters darkly=

simplylaura @ 2006-10-31T02:14:00

2006-10-31T08:17:32Z

I remembered tonight why I don't eat eggs :(. It sucks to love a food so much that makes you so sick.

I never thought I could do the whole stick your fingers down your throat to throw up thing.

I discovered at about 1:45am that when your stomach hurts badly enough, you can do things you never thought you could.

(Don't worry, I'm not turning bulemic. My stomach just had things in it that it really hated, and I had to get them out. Trust me, throwing up is one of my least favorite things in the world to do. Blech.)

simplylaura @ 2006-10-30T00:45:00

2006-10-30T06:45:38Z

I promised, and I shall deliver.

Art.

simplylaura @ 2006-10-29T02:48:00

2006-10-29T08:49:32Z

Ugh.

Nothing makes you feel like a true college student like getting a little too drunk and throwing up in the McDonald's parking lot.

Tomorrow, I'm sure this will be hilarious. Happy Halloween.

simplylaura @ 2006-10-28T14:32:00

2006-10-28T19:44:33Z

If someone in the apartment next to you is being loud while you're trying to sleep, do you:

a) Ignore it and hope they stop.
b) Walk over, knock on the door, and ask them to keep it down.
c) Throw a shoe at the wall.
d) A combination of the above.

The guy next to me chose C before doing B, which really, really pissed me off. For one thing, it's one pm on a Saturday. I was working on my homework. Which just happened to be for sculpture, and just happened to involve wood, chisels, and a hammer. So, I'm in the middle of things, and suddenly there's this huge crash on the other side of the wall and Ben's sword comes flying down, dangerously close to a ceramic piece I made a couple of years ago. Ben said, "Maybe that's his way of saying keep it down." I said, "Well, he can deal with it if he doesn't want to come over here like a civilized person and ask me to keep it down." I kept chiseling.

A couple of minutes later, the guy came over and knocked on the door. I opened it, and he asked if I could keep it down some.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are y'all sleeping over there?"
"Yeah, I work seconds."
"Oh, I'm sorry, sure. Hey, so was that you who banged on the wall a minute ago?"
"Yeah, I threw my shoe at the wall."
"...Oh, okay. Well, next time, why don't you just come over and ask instead of doing that, because you caused stuff to fall off my wall and nearly break."
"Okay."

And he left. Looking back, I really wish I was less passive aggressive and more just aggressive, because now I wish I had told him that he should have thought about getting sleep before he threw shit at the wall instead of coming over like a civilized person and just asking, and fuck you, I'm doing homework and no, I will not stop. Besides, I can't think of anything right now I can do in a passive aggressive manner that would make me feel vindicated.

It wouldn't piss me off at all if he had just come over and asked in the first place. But, next time they're playing their tasteless rap music at top volume at 12am, I think I'll throw a shoe at the wall.

Well, I probably won't. But it makes me feel better to think I would.

simplylaura @ 2006-10-24T12:22:00

2006-10-24T17:23:23Z

Pumpkin!

Pumpkin again!

simplylaura @ 2006-10-23T23:59:00

2006-10-24T05:28:16Z

I smoked my last cigarette somewhere around 5pm today. In truth, the last like, three packs have been my "last" cigarette, but this is really really. I haven't had one in seven hours, and you know what, when you're not asleep, that is a really fucking long time. And in case you're wondering, no, I'm not doing it for health reasons, I don't care enough about my health for that (which is kind of sad when you think about it, but hey, at least I'm honest in a way that a lot of people aren't). I'm doing it because we're flat out broke and I was retarded for quitting my job because we are currently $60 in the hole in my bank account, $25 in Ben's, and I owe Wal-Mart (not the one I quit, thank gods, that would be just too embarrassing) something in the vicinity of $31. A lot of it was me being stupid (because I AM with money, godsdammit), but a good deal of it was simple miscalculation, and I tell you what, it's no damned fair that they charge $30 for ten godsdamned cents. Anyway, so, that's $40 a month we can save, and when we're only bringing in $200 a month, that matters. (I need to find another job.)

So, uh, yeah, that's a little stressful. Play's going well. Our internet keeps shitting out for no reason. All our virus files and shit are updated, and it's all "AHAHAHA I MAKE YOU THINK I'M CONNECTED BUT I'M NOT." And it makes me cry. And makes Ben really, really pissy.

Right now I'm waiting for his check to deposit into his bank account. It normally goes in right around midnight, but I think it may be a little late tonight. Oh, something interesting I discovered today. Read the book "Devil's Knot." Or watch the movie "Paradise Lost." They're about the West Memphis Three, if you haven't heard of that. Apparently Ben's uncle was a private investigator who was deeply involved in the case. I'm reading the book right now, which I borrowed from Heather, and I thought it was interesting that this private investigator and Ben had the same last name, because it's not all that common of a last name -- not to mention that a lot of Ben's dad family lives in and around the Memphis area. So I mentioned the name of the investigator to Ben, and he says, "Oh, yeah, that's my uncle Ron." And I'm like WTF. I just think it's really cool, because I'm a tard I guess. I mean, how cool is it to be a major character in a book? To have your role played in a movie? I thought it was neat. He thought I was retarded, but all is forgiven. (Heather thought it was cool, too.)

So, I'm currently in my fifth semester of college, and now is about the time that we all start pulling our hair out about graduate school. I don't know where to even start, because I didn't really do the whole college search thing in high school. I went to GSH, decided I wanted to go to Martin, and went there. End of story. However, I went and talked to Stout today, and it was very comforting. You're probably supposed to actually go talk to your advisor about this sort of thing, but y'know. Well, for one thing, my official advisor is still Leslie because they never switched me over when I switched majors in my second semester. Anyway, while I like McBeth a good deal, there's just not the comfort level there that there is with Stout. Probably because my two drawing classes with Stout were a whole lot more emotional/learning/whatever than my one ceramics class (and limited contact in honors) that I've had with McBeth. Not to mention that I'm way more into two-dimensional art than three, and while McBeth is all about some 3-D stuff, Stout is painting and drawing, etc.

Gods, it's just so weird. I really want my pre-bedtime cigarette. I mean... I dunno, I feel ansty. Probably a mixture of nicotine withdrawal and the fact that it's just something that's psychologically comforting. Smoking's just been who I am for so long. I've been a smoker for so long that I don't really remember what it's like being a nonsmoker. That's six years, by the way, and while that isn't that long, you must remember that six years is over a quarter of my life, so there.

You should probably expect much emo and angst in my entries the next few days. Assuming I don't find a way not to quit, because that's what's happened the last 435236234 times >>.

simplylaura @ 2006-10-18T13:48:00

2006-10-18T18:49:42Z

There are days when it just seems like everything I touch goes straight to shit.

simplylaura @ 2006-10-16T22:44:00

2006-10-17T03:51:11Z

Weekend at my parents was awesome. It's so great to get to see my family, since I get to so rarely. Plus, I come away with stuff. Like the cutting board, salad shooter, and hand mixer I was given this weekend XD. Not to mention food. My mom blessed me with band pizzas (OMG BAND PIZZAS :D) and a shitload of deer meat. Seriously, in my freezer, I currently have deer in the form of steak, roast, ribs, tenderloin, and ground. Multiple packages of each. I have enough deer in my freezer that, if I had antlers and a few organs, I could probably assemble Bambi. I'm not complaining, though, that's our food for the next week. I also came away with a homemade pumpkin pie, which I made from scratch, using real pumpkin. (Not to mention the carving I put into one of the pumpkins they had :D. Pictures coming soon.) Note: Don't ever do that. Use the canned filling and save a few hours. Though I haven't actually tried it yet, so I dunno, it might be worth it.

At any rate, movie night is starting soon, so I'm away :D.