Last Week of the Quarter

So the end of the quarter is coming up. I have finals, now. I'm not particularly stressed, they're supposed to be easy.

Next quarter I have a light load to accommodate my Seasonal Affective Disorder (SADs). Just Accounting, Choir, and Tai Chi. I was going to take Yoga, but it conflicted with Choir. I now only have classes on tuesday and thursday. I think I'll be wandering in to socialize on the other days, but no more catching a 7:06 bus!

My mother is now following my blog. There appears to be no escaping her. She is on facebook, she is on my blog.... She's not on myspace, but I'm not really using myspace these days. Sheesh.

There is a REASON that cows don't yodel!

Mostly, a yodeling cow sounds very silly.
Now I suppose you'll be wanting some context for this bizarre statement. Basically, I have a tendency to say "mao" a lot, and GG always says "moo" back. Well, five minutes ago, he gave a very long and yodel-like moo, and I replied with "There's a REASON that cows don't yodel!" GG thought that was hilarious and said that it should be a title for a blog post. Since we couldn't decide who's blog it would go better with, we're each writing one. This is mine, obviously. GG's blog can be found here: nudegary.blogspot.com.

Updates: I am settling in to college life nicely and quickly found the group of people most like my friends back home. Go figure, I wasn't even looking for them. The people I made friends with just happened to be extraordinarily like my friends in Bellevue.
I have resumed work on my book and am considering finishing a short story I started back in July. My only problem with the short story is that it's very disturbing and I'm a bit afraid to finish it. I already know how it goes in my head, but I'm hesitant to put it on paper.

by the way, can you readers start commenting so I know if this blog is actually getting read or if I'm just jabbering away to myself?

I LIVE!

I have survived my first day of college! And even had a chance to draw my symbol on my arm during one of my classes. The red ink doesn't work well, it makes it look like I cut the symbol instead of drawing it. Next time I will use black ink.

Actually, it was pretty uneventful all things considered. I had some free time to do some writing, and so I started writing a sort of extension of this role-playing thing I found online that seems to have died. And I do mean died. The link doesn't work anymore. It's a sort of military-vs-zombies thing. Not my usual style, but the characters we were playing with were interesting.

I also survived the second day. Oddly, my Tai Chi instructor didn't show up this morning. It gave me extra free time before choir.

I am such a flake.

Ok, so I just remembered that I haven't remembered my blog for a while. Silly me. I apologize to anyone who has been waiting with bated breath for me to write again.

School is going to start on monday. I have Accounting I and College Study Skills on monday and wednesday, English 100, Choir, and Tai Chi on tuesday and thursday and Accounting I again on friday. Apparently I'm going to need most of my "free time" for studying. I wonder if my school load will be light enough for me to get a part time job at a yarn shop. I wonder if there's a yarn shop for me to get a part time job at.

I moved up to my grandparents today, but I have to go back and pack some more things next weekend. At least the things I think are essential are here. Clothes, makeup, books, things I need to get on with writing my book, and my mini laptop. I actually have a new desktop computer, but the store had to order some parts, so I haven't taken possession of it yet. I'll have it next weekend.

Speaking of my book, I really have to get on with it. It's another thing I haven't updated lately. See post title. I've been reading webcomics. I recently discovered User Friendly, and now I'm hooked. I've reached 2006 in the archives.

I promise to try and remember to tell you about my first day of school monday evening.

Turmoil

Just a few years ago I knew who I was, what I was, and where I belonged. I knew what it meant to love. I knew about hate, but I had never experienced it, and I never believed that hate and love could coexist. I knew the difference between good and evil, and I trusted God to keep me safe.

Within nine months, I lost all of that. I was never so lost last year, at the height of my depression. I find myself being someone other than who I thought, something I can't explain, and I can't stand the place I thought I belonged. I fell in love and then my feelings got screwed up. I have hated someone while loving them at the exact same time, and now I'm not even sure which is which. The terms "good" and "evil" have no meaning, and I turned my back on the Christian God and turned to the Pagan goddesses, and realized that I can't count on any of them to protect me.

Have you ever been so confused and upset that you had to force yourself to keep breathing?

The hardest part of having all problems being mental/emotional is no one understands. There is no support group for this kind of situation.

A running commentary on Eragon (the movie version )

What! The cousin leaves! What about Katrina?
Aww. The baby dragon is so cute.
Ooh. Eragon is MY age!
How can a rider stand to live without his dragon? I think it would be very hard to have something that close to you to be in you thoughts suddenly be gone.
Not related to Eragon: my cat is too cute.
Eragon is an idiot. Saphira had to choose an idiot.
Doesn't anyone explain the laws of etiquette to villains? There's a proper way to be evil!
Zar'roc is a gorgeous sword. I want.
Everyone expects a dragon rider to be more than Eragon. Gotta feel sorry for him, having to hear that from everyone.

Overall: How they intend to make the second and third movies remotely like the books I don't know, but this was a good movie anyway. They'd better make the second and third movies, though. Or else I sue. Oh wait, I can't sue. The judge said that if he saw me in his court room again he'd throw me out the window. Lets hope I'm not a witness in a murder case he presides over. Actually, let's hope I don't have to be a witness in a murder case in the first place.

Ghost Hunters

Ok, Ghost Hunters is my new favorite show. It kind of creeps me out, but then I read Steven King before going to sleep at night.

GG and I are thinking of trying to trick them. We'll make up something about this.... thing.... that I used to see as a young child. We'll pretend I'm seeing it again and call up TAPS. We're looking to see if they fake their content. Granted, I really did see it as a child, but I probably just imagined it. I had an overactive imagination back then.

Hmm. Monster Quest is on in 20 minutes. I wonder if I should watch that, or more Ghost Hunters.....