kageotogi

I graduated college today, with honors (and a cum laude. Haha. It's so dirty). How the #%&@ did that happen? Anyway, after we got fake diplomas (it's a poster. The real diplomas are mailed to us), we all had to pose for a million pictures. Oh, and then we ate at Guisseppes (I can't spell that) and it was absolutely fabulous. Good choice, Joan! *heart*

Righto. I have so much stuff to unpack that it isn't even funny. Also, my cat has gone psycho. I had to cut his claws and I, um, kind of failed. He kept mewling so pitifully and I just couldn't do it... So I had my dad do it instead. XD I love my dad.

We may have broken the internet on my computer. Meaning that the wireless tab either fell out of the port or broke off -- we aren't sure. I haven't hooked up my computer yet to test it out, but my dad said we'd buy a new one if it couldn't handle itself. We'll see.

I'm beat, but I can't sleep until I unpack at least enough stuff so that I can see my bed. *facepalm*

domacatrix! WE DID IT! WOOT!

imayb1 made a flowchart of all the "factions" in Gurabite (a long story, primarily involving a curious phrase found in an email I received a while back), and it's pretty interesting. (I'd link to it but, again, all my friends seem to think I will send them crazy stalkers and make their posts friends-only. I don't blame them, really, although some of these things would be fun to share. *heart*) Anyway, she placed me in Purgatory, where the "Repentant Non-Believers" go. In other words, those people who no longer write fanfic. I'm okay with that, but I warned her it would be like that for too much longer.

*ponder* I can't remember how long I've been on Gravi hiatus. Over a month. Since... March? I know it was right after I put the last bit of "Dizzy" on Gurabite. So yeah, March. Hm. That was longer than I hoped it would be. (To be fair, I haven't really been writing a lot of Gravitation, despite my best inclinations. Actually, I haven't been writing much of anything. I'm such a terrible person.)

Every time I check my email, I have new spam in my box. (Don't you guys love my lack of a transition?) All of this spam involves the size of my penis. Since I do not have a penis or any body part that really resembles a penis, this confuses me. The closest thing I have is a shark fetus in a jar. And that's saying something. Perhaps there's a reason behind this spam, however. Maybe they believe I would be better off if I owned a large penis? Should I look into that?

I technically don't have to go to class today, but I'm going anyway because I was stupid and told McShane that I would probably be there. And because Gail is giving her presentation today, and I did kind of tell her I'd be there to show my support. You know, since she was out of state for mine. *not bitter!*

I seriously need to figure out what I'm doing for finals and all. I technically don't have any finals; I have portfolios due Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and I have to turn in a report for Gerry's class... but that's really it. I already did my final for both Tech Writing and my Honor's Thesis and my band final (the concert) is on Sunday... Huh. How bizarre.

'nyway. Tonight I work on portfolios for Fiction, Capstone, and Poetry. Tomorrow I have band rehearsal, and on Sunday I have a concert. I also need to find a Mother's Day gift for (obviously) my mother. Plus, I owe a bunch of people (five) drabbles! I will get to it super-quick, my promises.

*yawn* I really don't want to do anything today.

Hey, all. This is... Um, well, I have lot of assignments I need to work on over the next few weeks, so I am posting this list (prone to change whenever necessary!) so I can keep them straight. Once the list is all done, I'll get rid of the post -- promise. ^_~

( My assignments. )

For those of you who are fortunate enough not to know me in real life and/or do not have any classes with me, here is a fun fact: instead of taking notes, I often spend my time in class writing. Fiction, usually, although lately I've been doing a lot of bad poetry (argh). I don't do this in every class, nor do I do it every day, and I can usually get away with it.

Today my professor called me out on it in Technial Writing. XD And I say this: about frickin' time. She and Kunkle are the only people who have said something about it, and Kunkle assumed I was doing something else and let it go. McShane (my Tech Writing and Capstone professor) came up to me after class and said she had noticed I spent a lot of time in her class(es) writing things that she was pretty sure weren't notes, and it was a little distracting for her and a touch disrespectful and could I please stop? I think she only noticed because I did it three days in a row (Monday in Tech Writing, yesterday in Capstone, and again today) and because I didn't bother to, you know, look like I was taking notes. I was indignant at first (how dare she! I'm acing both her classes with no problems whatsoever, so I must be doing something right!), and that lasted for all of two seconds before I realized I was an idiot. I will stop my class-writing, if only because I'm amazed one of my teachers actually noticed or, at least, said something about it. Her classes are dreadfully boring, but I respect her enough as a professor and a person to at least comply with her request. For a little while. Besides, she's right; it is disrespectful. Given that I've had to deal with some awful students while T.A.-ing for Phoebe (although they were just being assholes, not writing at their desks), I can understand that.

Besides, then she told me not to bother coming to class on Monday since we'd be talking about resumes (which we discussed in Capstone last week). So no class on Monday for me -- yay! That leaves me more time to sleep and be lazy do work and get some writing done!

(Also, I managed to get some decent writing done today in class, so I'm in a good mood. Not even having a ban put on my class-writing can dampen that. Right now. We'll see if I still feel that way on Friday. ^.^)

To para-quote hyujin, there is so much Saiyuki news this morning afternoon. First of all, they're coming out with a Saiyuki Live Action. Exciting, no? Yes! XD That'll be delightful. I look forward to seeing how it translates. (Still, I doubt it can beat Hunter x Hunter the Musical, which I have yet to finish watching. Hm. Should do that.) Second, there is going to be an OVA made for the Saiyuki "Burial" arc of Reloaded. I have yet to see any of Reloaded (because I'm a slacker), but yay to OVAs. (It does mean more stuff I'll have to spend money on, though. Blah.)

So, yes. Yay for Saiyuki news!

Okay! I need to have my Sharon Doubiago apprenticeship finished by the end of the day; I cannot go to bed until it's finished. Hold me to that, you guys. If I don't finish that, then I truly am teh loser and I will have to throw myself off a cliff.

I'm not joking.

Work sucks right now. I'm leaving.

To close? Best voice post ever.

(Also? I joined _catchphrase_. I'm not sure if that was wise or no, but I'm enjoying it so far. ^^ My version of Eiri is such a bum. And a little stupid. fish_follower would be proud.)

I wound up going to bed around four o'clock last night. Go me! ^_^ Anyway, Anyway, I wrote everything but the conclusion to my paper before I went to sleep, and I finished that this morning. Hurrah.

So! Apparently there's this guy dressed up as a leprechaun running around campus, being chased by eight to twelve naked men who have painted their genitals green and are wearing shamrock belts. domacatrix, pereppi, tromjkr, and I have been trying to find him for a while, but so far no luck. And that's sad, a little bit.

I love this icon. Thanks, mortenavida! I'm getting lots of great icons from people this week, and that makes me grin. ^__^

And here's my to-do list for this week and such, since I don't think I'm going to post one tomorrow. This list, as always, is subject to change whenever I darn well feel like it.

( To-Do )

I like to search LiveJournal by interests just for a giggle. When you're getting things like this, who wouldn't?

(For those who aren't getting the joke and/or don't know what they're looking for: I did an LJ search for people whose interests were "grammer". It's actually spelled "grammar".)

Um. So, yes. Another boring morning at work. I endured sitting through Phoebe's freshman composition class once again (for developmental writers) and nearly sent my head through my desk. Luckily, I was able to distract myself -- temporarily -- with the spurring of a vague but possibly doable idea. I wrote out a quick description of character and plot and then rewrote it six or seven times. She finally ended class just as I was finishing my last draft sheet, and not a moment too soon. If I had to do it one more time, I would have choked myself to death with my pen.

Other than that, today has been okay. domacatrix nearly slaughtered our Capstone professor, which was fun, and I bought a muffin, which I have yet to eat (because I feel weird eating at work).

...fuck no. The psycho work study student just came in and asked me to look over her paper. *CRINGE!*

Because LJ doesn't like me and will no longer allow me to actually use the S1 journal style I had before, I've made a new journal layout. It's overly brown, but I was too lazy to tweak the colors any more than I did. The headers and such also kind of suck, but I'll take suggestions.

Ah, well. It's better than doing actual work.

kageotogi

In other news, the Gear Up! workshop was today, and that was a lot of fun. Um. I'd explain more, but I can't be too lazy or I will officially be Failing At Life.

Ta!

My boss, I've discovered, secretly has it in for me. Why, you ask? It's simple. She keeps messing up my schedule. *headdesk* On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I'm supposed to work from 9:30 until 12:30. No big. Those are the times when her classes (the ones for which I TA) are in session, so I sit in on her first class and then chill out and wait for appointments afterward. What I hate is when, on days like today, she schedules me for 9:30 until 11:00 and then again from 12:00-1:00. I wouldn't mind this, either, except that's a full hour in between the TA and my actual work-work time that I have nothing to do. If I walked back to my dorm, I would only waste fifteen minutes or so that could be spent doing homework or writing or whatever. If I chill out in the Writing Center until twelve, I just get annoyed.

Why can't she just keep my schedule at 9:30-12:30 or change it to 9:30-1:00? I wouldn't mind that. Honest. It's just this hour long gap that kills me.

Ah, well.

Barkley has decided not to hold Senior Workshop today, thus saving my butt (I have yet to write anything decent for that class this semester -- bad me!). It means I owe vetes3 a dollar, however. Meh. Whatever.

Band auditions are supposed to be held sometime in the near future -- possibly today -- but no one seems to know for sure when in fact they are. Whatever. If I go in for an audition and turn out utterly sucktastic, at least I can blame it on XANA. Everything is his fault.

( More on XANA. )

Um. Gerry changed class time today from 6:30 to 6:00 so everyone would be able to go to the erotica reading tonight. I will not be reading (due to a lack of material), but I'm sure it'll be fun. I look forward to hearing domacatrix read, anyway. >D She has picked some of the most hilarious work, I swear.

...I need to take care of 3am stuff. Hmmm. I should get on that before I forget.

My only other comment right now has to do with a brief moment of stupidity from yesterday. My mother sent me a package of Valentine candy and the like, which included the little chalk hearts, y'know? So I was fiddling with them and I got to one heart that read "IM ME". I frowned at this heart, wondered momentarily if some other letters had been cut off, decided they had not, and then spent a full two minutes trying to figure out what kind of verb "im" was supposed to be. Picture it: me at my desk going "...im... im... im... What's an im? Im..." for far longer than it should have taken me to realize that "IM" was referring to "Instant Message". IM me. *headbash*

I'm not really that stupid, I swear. I just don't work properly sometimes. XANA broke me.

Oh, and: Happy 21 Birthday to girltrumpeter85!

Me: Three sentences down -- 1,298,791,827,937,129,871,133,563 to go!
J-chan: you can't even write that many words x.x

Thanks, Justine. That makes me feel loads better about this essay. ^_~

In other news, Joan and I were in the cafeteria earlier and the following conversation occurred:

Greg: Did you hear Kunkle say that there were only five planets?
Me: Well, there were only five known planets at one point. But yeah. I heard him.
Greg: When were there only five planets?
Me: I don't know. 1482 or something.
Joan: 92, 92, 92!
Me: ...what?
Joan: In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue!
Me: ...we were talking about planets!
Joan: So?
Me: What the fuck are you on?
Joan: *sips drink*