So, I think I've finally gotten the style of this thing looking the way I want it to. Took a while because I didn't want it to be exactly black as I already have a blog colored black and this one is supposed to be "brighter" in content than that one...but I still ended up with a dark blue, mostly because I'm drawn to darker things anyway. Don't know what my real goal with this blog is, but I looked back and realized that I used to be a LOT more open about what was going on with me and whatnot and after I started reading S's blog I decided I should probably go back to that. I had more contactable friends back then as well, so maybe knowing what's going on with me and in my head will help.
Or it could make everyone realize what a nutcase I really am and run in fear.
Anyways, I'm...doing. Haven't figured out WHAT or HOW I'm doing yet but I am functioning as a human being and that's good enough for me.
This IS my last year of school if it kills me and/or others to get out of here in May. Come watch me graduate. Or sit at home. Whatever. Regardless, send me money. I like it and its shiny and useful.
Just so you know I do still have a private blog which is more like a diary than anything else, so hopefully writing public thoughts will help me not have so many private ones. But don't expect me to open that private blog. Its a VERY scary place. Trust me on that. Its catharsis at its best and will hopefully inspire the novel that I plan to write about it one day.
Alright so, today. Rode MARTA to school to escape paying for gas again anytime soon. Saw copious amounts of PDA (blech). Went to one of three classes because I didn't have to go to the first one, the second will be hosting a quiz next week and I thought it smart of me to attend (and yaay, encountered my first Interesting Moment of the Day (IMotD)), and the third one...well my brain wasn't functioning to the proper level it takes to engage myself in that class. If by any chance I came up with a glimmer of genius on my homework like I did last week and happened to get called on to share, I did NOT want to be there. These are the effects of not getting enough sleep. MARTA'd my way back home after a group meeting and encountered the second IMotD. More on these later.
Came home, ovened the wings from yesterday (mmmm...tasty well done Wing Zone Lemon Pepper Supreme chickens stolen from the Church's farm...) and promptly passed the f out while downloading all the CWTV shows I had been missing and trying to read my Elle magazine. Woke back up, did some more downloading to finish waking up (I do waaaay too much downloading...this is what happens when you like to be entertained and happen to be poor), ran out to Wal-Mart to get Force Unleashed and other randomosities, came home, made Vodka and Red Bull (or rather had it made for me), and here we are.
Vodka and Red Bull is a helluva drink.
Alright, IMotD's:
1) My CS 1050, otherwise known as Proofs, or hell, professor is this little Greek lady who reminds me of the dad in the movie "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" because she always means well and then one day she decided to break down a word from Greek origin. She's cool and funny and I am just WAITING for her to spray Windex on something. Anyway, she decides that she needs to see something on the class website and asks someone in class to pull it up on their laptop. Then she goes to look at it...and takes over the damn laptop. HILARIOUS. I'm sure that from history there will be plenty of IMotD's from her.
2) So I'm on the way home and on the train. Not only do I run into MJ which is a complete random moment as somehow I end up on the same train car as her and everything but later I'm sitting across from this lady. She looks at the Barnes and Noble @ Georgia Tech bag I'm holding and decides she needs more info. Random lady: "Oh, I didn't know there was a a Barnes and Noble at Georgia State." Me outside: "Oh, yeah there is one at Georgia Tech." Me inside: "The hell you need to know where the bookstore is if you can't f***in read???" Another CLASSIC case of ur Black so u must go 2 State. NO. TECH, ASSHOLES. So what, I'm an elitist about it. I EARNED IT DAMNIT!
Alright, I think my beautiful drink has sufficiently sunk in as my typing skills are failing on a curve I don't think anyone could describe mathematically, so I'm off to watch all of my delicious downloaded content.
G'night.
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