Everything you can imagine is real.

I finished a photography test early (easy to be quick when you forgot to study), and I was looking at the notes for the psychology class I missed, and came across a slide that made me giggle.

( Oh immature humor, never fail me. )

( babble )

Also, Neil Gaiman linked this on Twitter and it makes me happy: (Issues talked about are gay marriage and book banning)

Also also, previous to this, I had 777 entries. *does a dance* That was awesome.

from lady_drace :

01. Write your LJ username.
02. Write your two favorite bands/groups at the moment (not overall, just currently).
03. Write something you love. Ex. I ♥ food. Just to see how you draw your hearts.
04. Write the name of your favorite (famous) person of all time.
05. Write down your recently favorite (famous) person.
06. Tag 5 people to do this meme.

( le picture )

Those two tags shoudn't ever be beside one another.

I should be thinking of topics to interview a police officer about. I should call the police station to ask if anyone's got time to spare for a tech student.

...

*sighs*

( babbling - some DS9 and A Stitch in Time spoilers, though it's not only about that )

... But I don't want to get up at 6:30-7 tomorrow. I hardly knew such a time existed.

Ah well. Was fun while it lasted, wasn't it? And there's still the weekends... I suppose...

edit: Apparently, I have 2,000 memories on LJ! Excitement! *dances*

( more spoilers, but there's not much here really )

Now... I go to bed. Getting ready to go at an hour that allows me to get up at 6:30-7. I'm hoping without an alarm. *sighs again in self-pity*

Off I go.

Bob, Malcom and Harry went to a store, where I discovered if sims have 'woohoo' in a booth, everyone in the room rushes over and claps. Harry (Malcom's son) even congratulated them on their woohoo afterwards. Also on the subject of woohoo, after their 'yay we're going to be married' sex, Malcom fell asleep.

Sims are awesome. I love this game. I'm possibly too amused with it. *grins*

Oh, and did you know they can cheat at darts? I had Bob do that once - he pointed something out and they both looked away (Malcom was watching Bob and Harry play), and Bob ran up to the board and put all the darts on it in the center like in Young Frankenstein. I think Harry realized it, because he stopped playing with him right after.

Um... alright. Oh, and our group got an excellent grade for the studio project! Bernard was very impressed with it, which was awesome.

When I go to a computer lab, I tend to feel like the people beside me are looking at what I'm doing. They probably are.

I kept thinking on the way here that the person who's always at the desk would say something like, "That's the girl who broke the computer that one time!" and tackle me, and a bunch of people would make it a dog pile. Fortunately, that hasn't happened yet.

Art History ended early, because the teacher had to give out evaluation forms. She's supposed to leave the room (lest she threaten us into giving good answers or something), and give us about thirty minutes to do it. It takes maybe one. So, here I am.

No first class tomorrow. I got the midterm for studio back (90! !!! *dances*), and the psa project, which was as bad as I thought it would be. *smiles a little* I wasn't prepared, and couldn't do it over without a lot of effort to co-ordinate people to a new time, and that's if there even was a spot left, so ... yeah, whatever. It's okay.

The one class I have tomorrow we're going to do designs to advertise a wedding. I'm feeling cautiously optimistic about it, because last time I did well, good creative idea. I keep feeling like there's something I have to do. Oh yeah, this week I have to look for a speech to go to.

There's a workshop thing you have to call to go to. It's on Wednesday. I hope there are spots left, 'cause it's at 12:20 to two something, perfect, I don't even have to go back and there's no produce this week. I'll call before I go to class in a few minutes. Guess I could do it now.

Off I go.

I must be completely insane.

( probably boring, school related babble )

I really, really, really, really, very much don't want to do this assignment. An eight minute speech about why prostitution should be legal... sounded like a better idea when I thought I'd have more time to do it. I wonder if, had I had more time, I would have ended up doing it the very last day anyway. I'm probably going to skip the required visual aid, because... well, hey, maybe a picture of anatomy or something.

I genuinely considered not doing it, but it's worth 200 points, more than any other speech... and I should try to keep my gpa up so I can continue to have that scholarship pay the tuition, which really isn't that much compared to other colleges or tech schools, or whatever.

I REALLY DON'T WANT TO, though. Pity me. Eight minutes. EIGHT MINUTES OF HELL. I wouldn't mind giving it if I didn't have to write it... hey, someone? Anyone? Up for an interesting way to pass the day? 

*nervous laughter*

OH MY GOD I DON'T WANT TO.

I think maybe I should have had more responsibility as a child. Then maybe I'd suck it up more and just do this.

I hope I don't end up putting it off, because I'd be much happier if most of the time spent not doing it is free of the stress of "oh my god I have to get it done get it done get it done" scrabbling at the back of my brain.

... *sighs* Well, I could at least wait for the breakfast mom made to be done, right? And then eat it. While I read.

Ahahahaha, I'm so DOOOOOMED!

Well, back to climbing up the stairs and sweating once I get inside. I wasn't even that winded, but here I am... with sweat... eew...

Anyway. I thought you all should know that.

Also, I've got about ten minutes, not that Bernard will be on time.

( cut for bitching )

I completely gave up on the most recent project in Design class. The ones I've seen graded aren't great - not horrible, but they don't make me happy either. I'm not used to being actively *bad* at something. I mean, I'm okay at it, but today I got so frustrated when class got close to finishing I just ex-ed out of photoshop without turning in anything. I didn't have anything to turn in! I restarted so many times... fuck that. I just hope I get a d in the darn thing overall.

I watched a boy who wasn't here when we practiced try to record today. I gave him the tape to record on, and the guys in front of the camera talked about where a classmate was, saying he got lost in the cereal isle and hasn't been seen for 3 years and stuff. I was amused. Alicia came up with a good creative idea (doing stuff like the jewelry channel), and we both signed up for tomorrow - me right when class starts. I guess I'll get two people good at improvising, and tell them to stand up and show a scar or clothing or something like that so I'll be able to change views midway, which the teacher likes.

In design there's a test - here's the teacher now. She's 9 minutes late, but no one cares. :)

I'm wondering how I'll get used to living the rest of my life as such a freakin' spacecase. Yesterday, I didn't check my school e-mail 'till I got here, and forgot one of the teachers told us he had a doctor's appointment, so I went 1/2 an hour to school, waited on the computer, and had no classes. Today, I didn't check my schedule and forgot I don't have my first class on Monday, so I'm... uh, at the moment I have about 92 minutes until class.

On the bright side, I got a pretty good parking spot. Also, I *really* need to do laundry. Which isn't really a bright side, but I wanted to say it anyway. Because I do need to.

Sitting here in the computer lab - I got to school 1 and 1/2 hours early. I got a great parking spot, but still had to go up the stairs. My breathing is back to normal, and the heartbeat feels like it is, so now I'm sweating. Yay. It's almost scary how winded walking up those stairs makes me. You think that would motivate me to exercise.

I think the almost-speech is going to go okay today. It's probably just to get us used to speech stuff. I didn't wear anything more than I usually do - I'm not sure if we were supposed to for this one.

Damn it. Every morning I sweat more than I have in the past 10 years put together. I think I might have mostly gotten over the embarrassment, especially as how I'm pretty sure I don't have class with most of these people. Now I'm just waiting for it to dry.

Damn it. I hate sweat. Rather, I dislike it kind of a lot. It's all... drippy and everywhere and sort of embarrassing.

I took a shower last night, too. Well, at least this isn't in class.

A Eureka writer on Twitter, Fourwall, says of the new episode, "8-26-08. Closure." You know - no. No . No, there will be no closure. No. It's not over yet!

I will live in my happy au-world for a while longer, thanks.

I've been browsing through serene_quill's jack/nathan tags. Ooooooh, so much *good, really good* fic! And most is *long*! Mmmm, it's so good to find great stark/carter stories that I haven't read yet, and to find lengthy ones... oooh, yes. Also, I've got dvoid03's video in another tab. I've been playing it over and over, and I don't mind a bit. I like this song, and now I've got wonderous things to associate it with.


Coming home and immersing myself in fannish things makes it less intimidating. Now, having written all the school stuff, I want to keep reading Twice in a Lifetime and go back to my happy place. I'll do that now. :)