Unce, Unce, Unce!

My playlist for today consists of

I Can Walk 0n Water – Basshunter

All I Ever Wanted      – Basshunter

Ebla                                  – E.S. Posthumus

Time                                 – Bond

Lux Aeturna                 – Kronos Quartet

Pompeii                          – E.S. Posthumus

Terra                                – Nobuo Uematsu

Icarus                              – Mythos

Peer Gynt Suite Number *$&@!

Morning is usually a time in which I am sleeping merrily. Guess what? I’m awake, I’m enervated, and I’m happy. I probably shouldn’t be happy, since I didn’t do too well on my last test, but hey, 3/4 of the class didn’t do well on it either. And that’s direct from the professor. So there.

You might think, from the way that I am expressing myself right now that I am hyped up on sugar. Wrong. I’m actually reclined on my bed typing this randomosity and frankly, I’m sleepy. Cuz it’s morning. 11:03 is still morning.

My brain is a funny thing. It doesn’t seem to wake up entirely until around 12:00 noon. I expect that it has something to do with the Sun. The reason for this is, speculatively, that my eyes don’t adjust to the light until noon, when it’s too late to do anything about it. Cuz it’s lunch time. Or breakfast time, if it happens to be the weekend (which it is mournably not today).

I have to attend some sort of “music forum” today, at 12:30. Why this is I do not know, but apparently if I skip it, I’ll flunk the class automatically, and that would completely ruin my life. So I have to go. So what is a music forum? I’d expect it is a gathering of a bunch of music students who don’t want to be there, being forced by a draconian supervisor to discuss topics that none of them cares about in the least. More on that later, if I feel like doing this again today.

Right. Apophis2036 signing off.

stream of consiousness #1

So at this point I’m basically just trying to stay awake. I’m not even looking at the screen, but rather typing dwith my head down and just keeping to the home row keys. a jak. a lake of jade. oh boy I learned the “e” key! Joyness. Now I can learn the “W” key, and the “D” key. Awesome. Now we have “weed”. Cool. Ok. So, I’vg gotta stay awake, and I know I’ll be awake as long as these keys are tappitty tap tap tappingl. I think I just typed an extra letter there somewhere. oh well. Get over it. As I’m sure you will. You’re so mature, your mother must be proud. oh nice, greece would be a NICE place to be. It’s daylight over there, and I bet they’[re not having trouble getting to sleep now. cuz it’s not time to be asleep. lucky greeks. and grecians. and greekophiles. What the heck, my elbow hurts. just the elbow, nothing else

and only when i type. oh lord. is this carpal tunnel? no cuz when i clap I’m ok. hmmm what could this mysterious malady be? Is it a side effect of my stream of conseiousness, or my bad spelling due to the fact that with my eyes closed I can’t see the screen? Answer me that, and I’ll riddle you this. See? not so easy, is it small child. Yeah, you heard me. Small child. Wow this elbow actually is really sore right bnow. I dk why. How strange. Well if you’re still reading this crap then either you are just as pitiable as I am, or you’re a freak. Either weayu, I pity you, or at least I would had I any spare pity left, which I do not, thusly I shall not be pitying you though you may deserve it. Sorry for being a sympathy hoarder. I’ve been saving for ages. ^^ there cute caret eyes. happy? yeah? good.

The Great Debacle of Our Time

So it’s four in the morning, I’ve just finished working on a paper, and I have an 8 o’clock class just like every other day. I have nothing to eat in the room besides Maple & Brown Sugar oatmeal, which is just as well because otherwise I’d be gorging myself on Oatmeal Cream Sandwiches from Little Debbie at this moment. I debate going to sleep because, based on past experiences, I know that when I do, I shan’t wake up again until around 12:00 pm. That is way past BOTH of the classes that I have tomorrow morning, including that shabby 8 o’clock one which I despise. Ok, I lied. I’ve not been working on a paper. I was watching a movie because I had been working on a paper and felt that I deserved some down time. Now it is 4:15 and there is precisely three hours and forty-five minutes until my classes begin.

What to do, what to do, what to do?!?

I pray that I don’t fall asleep on my keyboard, as I am typing this blog entry only as a way to try and stave back the inevitable skxxx that will come. Mmmm…pillow so soft….SNAP OUT OF IT DUDE! Ok, I’m awake again, partially………WAKE UP DUDE!!! OK, I’m up! Geezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….-smack- Ow! What was that for?!? I just wanna sleep some more…………………..-WHAM- Gah! What was that, a limp noodle? That smarts! Speaking of smarts, wouldn’t it be smart of you to buzz off while I check out the insides of my eyelids for the next three hours? No? Well you could just say that instead of holding that baseball bat with a menacing expression on your face.

…and it’s Back to School Again.

This year promises to be not only extremely challenging, but also a lot of fun.  The reasons for it being challenging are that I have an 8 o’clock class every single day, and also that I shall have very little downtime during the daylight hours, during which time I work at my best.  Yet, for all of these potential downers, I expect to have a lot of fun on the weekends.  Some of my friends have on-campus apartments, and I have lots of friends living on my hall as well.

I don’t claim to know exactly what to expect, despite my two + years here, although I do have some idea now.  I pray for the best, and that is all that one can do besides do all of their work, and I am hellbent on doing well.

Here’s to a great semester and year!

It’s Raining, It’s Pouring, Everybody in their right mind is snoring

Honestly. It’s flash flooding out there, our tree split in half, our flowerbeds have little rivulets in them, and I’m deliriously happy. Why? Because up until now, we’ve had a horrendous drought. Ever since early June, it hasn’t rained. At all. None. Zilch, nada, none. It got so bad that one of our trees started dying. My mom had to WATER A 100-YEAR OLD TREE. That’s how bad it got. So when I woke up this morning and my mom informed me that half of one of our trees had split off, I pulled on my trench coat, donned my baseball cap, and went outside for a bit of a look-around. God I love the rain. Right, had to say that. Anyhow, the tree (the split one) seems not to be hollow, and I didn’t see any evidence of a fungus among us. I suppose that this would be a good time to mention that there hasn’t been any wind these past few days. So why did the tree just split? Do you know why?

Every Man’s Dream Come True

Gas Powered Blender

Why does every man want one of these?

1. He wants fuel.
2. He needs an internal combustion engine.
3. He is a man.