Whoops a daisy.

I just realized I never did this in 2009. So much for annual.

Original: 63%

Second: 64% [still not sure how that worked out]


Ok, Here's the deal... Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. Then repost as your __% Virgin.

1. Smoked
2. Drank alcohol
3. Cried when someone died
4. Been drunk.
5. Had sex.
6. Been to a concert.
7. gotten/given a handjob.
8. gotten/given a blowjob.
9. Been verbally/sexually harassed.
10. Verbally/sexually harassed somebody.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 94% virgin

11. Felt someone up and/or been felt up.
12. Laughed so hard something came out of your nose.
13. Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before.
14. Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend.
15. Been to prom.
16. Cried at school.
17. Gotten lost in a WalMart or a department store.
18. Went streaking.
19. Given or received a lap dance.
20. Had someone of the opposite sex in your room.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 87% virgin

21. Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over.
22. Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house.
23. Kissed a stranger.
24. Hugged a stranger.
25. Went scuba diving.
26. Driven a car.
27. Gotten an x-ray.
28. Hit by a car.
29. Had a party
30. Done serious drugs.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 82% virgin

31. Played strip poker/darts/or any strip game.
32. Got paid to strip for someone.
33. Run away from home.
34. Broken a bone.
35. Eaten sushi.
36. Bought porn.
37. Watched porn.
38. Made porn.
39. Had a crush on someone of the same sex.
40. Been in love.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 80% virgin

41. Frenched kissed.
42. Laughed so hard you cried.
43. Cried yourself to sleep.
44. Laughed yourself to sleep
45. Stabbed yourself.
46. Shot a gun
47. Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day.
48. Been online for 9 consecutive hours.
49. Watched TV for 9 consecutive hours.
50. Watched an animal die.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 74% virgin

51. Watched a person die.
52. Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person present.
53. Pranked somebody
54. Put somebody in the hospital.
55. Snuck into someones room and/or your own room after being out.
56. Kissed somebody of the same sex.
57. Dressed punk.
58. Dressed goth.
59. Dressed preppy.
60. Been to a motocross race.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 73% virgin

61. Avoided somebody.
62. Been stalked.
63. Stalked someone.
64. Met a celebrity.
65. Played an instrument.
66. Ridden a horse.
67. Cut yourself.
68. Bungee jumped.
69. Ding dong ditched somebody.
70. Been to a wild party.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 67% virgin

71. Got caught stealing something.
72. Kicked/punched a guy in the balls.
73. Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend.
74. Gone out with your friend's crush.
75. Got arrested.
76. Been pregnant.
77. Babysat.
78. Been to another country.
79. Started your house on fire.
80. Had an encounter with a ghost.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 65% virgin

81. Donated your hair to cancer patients.
82. Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by.
83. Cried over a member of the opposite sex.
84. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend for over or 3 months.
85. Sat on your butt all day.
86. Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself.
87. Had a job.
88. Gotten cut from a sports team.
89. Been called a whore.
90. Danced like a whore.
PERCENTAGE SO FAR: 60% virgin

91. Been mistaken for a celebrity.
92. Been in a car accident
93. Been told you have beautiful eyes.
94. Been told you have beautiful hair.
95. Raped somebody.
96. Danced in the rain.
97. Been rejected.
98. Walked out of a restaurant without paying.
99. Punched someone/slapped someone in the face.
100. Been raped
TOTAL PERCENTAGE: 56%

Hm. Amazing what happens in a couple years.

We will now return you to regularly scheduled programming.

Geology: Earth Resources

Not my favorite class by any stretch of the imagination, but it's definitely growing on me.

Perhaps I should start with why I chose to take this class. To graduate, I require two science courses and an environmental course. I've already taken astronomy, so that counted as one science class (plus lab), and I knew I didn't want to repeat the lab experience, and that biology and chemistry would just be bad life choices grade-wise. So geology was it. My ex-roommate took the geo with lab class, and it didn't sound like a whole lot of fun. I found this Geology: Earth Resources class and said YES! No lab and it counts as environmental? No brainer. Two birds with one stone and all that.

When classes first started, I knew there was something about this course that just put me off. I didn't know what it was, but I always hated when one o'clock would roll around because that meant it was geo time. Yay. About a week ago, though, I realized what the issue was: The professor is maybe only ten years our senior, and she still looks like a college student. If you'd pointed her out to me around campus last year, I'd have said she was a student. The class always felt like it was being led by a fellow student giving a presentation.

I might have just got used to her style or something, because now I can honestly say I'm not filled with dread as the afternoon begins anymore. Not sure what clicked, but something did. And now that I'm not suffering through this hour (nearly) every day, I can begin to actually appreciate what the course is about - the resources the Earth has to offer, and what we can do to make the most of those resources.

Next up: French class...whenever I get around to actually writing it up.

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1789 Europe 1918

That's the title of my history class this semester. The very first say of classes, we used half of the hour discussing the course title. Why not "Europe: 1789-1918"? Why that time frame? Earlier in the discussion we'd talked about sustainability, so by eliminating punctuation, ink was being saved - a stretch, but we all laughed. Literally, the title indicates exactly the topic of the class - Europe between 1789 and 1918. And of course it's clever and witty and essentially set the tone for the class.

Later, when the floor was open for questions, it was brought up that Geoff (the prof) had neglected to mention Heart of Darkness as a required text. His reaction? "Oh yes! Huh." He checked his stack of books. "What happened to my Heart of Darkness? Well, everyone needs a Heart of Darkness." More laughter.

Geoff is always saying things like that. Here're some of the things I've jotted down:

"God loves cows."
"Ask some people, Hitler was a great leader - he embodied the people he led. Of course, we all know that can lead to...unpleasantness."
"The bourgeoisie were gaining power at this time. And they were for the most part literate, they could read and write." Student's response: "Oh crap!"

He also boiled the study of history down to two equations:

Em = (Rf + Ri) / Ra

where Em is modern Europe, Rf is the French Revolution, Ri the Industrial Revolution and Ra the Agricultural Revolution, and

C19 = Cfr + Pir + Pn

where C19 is 19th-century Europe, Cfr is change due to the French Revolution, Pir are the products of industrialization, and Pn is the power of nations.

He wrote those on the board, and our jaws dropped. I, for one, was impressed. Math that made sense to me! Amazing!

The actual course material is great as well - we're not reading textbooks, but literature (and things like it) and relating them to their corresponding time periods, while the lectures actually discuss history. The first book up is A Tale of Two Cities, and the part we have to keep reminding ourselves is that it was written retrospectively about the French Revolution. Good old 20/20 hindsight.

That's the class so far, and we're only four sessions in. It's gonna be a good semester.

I'll do Geology next, but not right now.

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Back to the Grind

Been back at school for a week. Already drama. Reckon it had to happen, since people were returning from Japan. Gonna be a great year, man!

Would you believe it...I haven't seen a movie since I moved in on Saturday. No wonder I feel so off-kilter. I need my outlet.

Classes are splendid. History will both be amazing and slightly tense (drama...), but I'm hoping it'll lean more to the amazing. The professor is hilarious so that's something. Psychology will be great (unlike last year's fiasco) since that prof reminds me of me, only slightly older and in a male body. Geology is going to draaaaaaaaaaaaaag, not because it's uninteresting, but because the prof just has one of those voices that is perfect to tone out and doze to. French is...Frenchy, bit tense due to last year, but I've already done more homework for that class in this first week than I did in the first half of last semester, so that's improvement, right? ...Right??

Then there's concert choir, which is all lovely and musical. Y'know.

Shaping up to be a good semester, I reckon.

That's really all for now; I still need to get some reading done. Maybe tomorrow afternoon or so, I'll go more in-depth about the classes, just so I can wrap my head around them. It'll be good times.

Catch you later.

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Only because the 'silly' blog was being twp and not letting me post.

One

Word

Survey

1. Where is your cell phone?

There.

2. Your significant other?

lol

3. Your hair?

Different.

4. Your mother?

Working.

5. Your father?

MIA

6. Your favorite thing?

Ummmmmm

7. Your dream last night?

Delicious.

8. Your favorite drink?

Tea.

9. Your dream/goal?

Awesomeness.

10. What room you are in?

Mom's.

11. Your hobby?

Film.

12. Your fear?

Failure.

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?

Adventuring.

14. Where were you last night?

Home.

15. Muffins?

Please?

16. Wish list item?

Ability.

17. Where you grew up?

Home.

18. Last thing you did?

Laundry.

19. What are you wearing?

Pyjamas.

20. Your TV?

Off.

21. Your pets?

ADORABLE

22. Friends?

Life.

23. Your life?

Lonely...

24. Your mood?

Inquisitive.

25. Missing some one?

Always.

26. Car?

Negatory.

27. Something you're not wearing?

Glasses.

28. Your favorite store?

Books.

29. Your favorite color?

Any.

30. When is the last time you laughed?

Yesterday.

33. Last time you cried?

Forgotten.

34. Who will resend this?

Nobody.

35. One place that you go to over and over?

Imagination.

36. One person who emails you regularly?

Mom.

37. Favorite place to eat?

Coney.

38. Why you participated in this survey?

Challenge.

39. What are you doing tonight?

Anticipating.

Random

So when my lovely Kindred Spirit was here (like a bajillion years ago, now) we had many epic adventures. The first night he was here, we went for a walk outside and hung out on the cement slab with the mailboxes, just chatting about life and friends. The next day, Picture Guy (yeah, the cause of the basket case) picked KinSpi and I up and we spent the day at the Museum, then ended up at their friend's house where PG's staying for the summer, and finally back at the apartment to watch Kick-Ass on his laptop. (Great movie btw.) Then Thursday morning, KinSpi went home, and there was much mourning in the land. But I get to see him a week from Saturday YAY!

I reread 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' this week. Call me a bad person, but having read that again, when I came across an article about Mary Magdalene and Jesus, the horrible going-to-hell part of me compared them to Bellatrix and Riddle. Oops.

The family reunion a couple weeks ago was fantastic - I actually have faces to put to the names now. Progress! I think the plan is to finally make it an annual thing. Hopefully the beer pong will become a tradition.

Frozen whipped strawberry yoghurt is incredible. Go eat some. Nao.

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Woo Hoo

Just spent a week in Ohioland. Hotter'n hell, but absolutely fantabulous.

~Got to spend more than five minutes with my newest youngest cousin! Lots of time was spent in the Dora tent - I had to sit down and pull it over me to get inside. We played peekaboo back and forth. Great kid.

~Got to meet a couple of my aunt's friends for lunch. Gave me further proof that there is no such thing as gaining maturity with age. You pretty much stop at high school. Giggity.

~Just got family chill time in general. Some days family can be a royal pain in the rear. The rest of the time, they're the most hilarious, immature, insane group of people I know. I may have my differences with them, but I love them dearly and am 100% thankful God gave me the folks He did.

In other news...

~A friend from college is coming to stay for a couple days! Yay! Let the epic random adventures commence!

~The cause of the basket case will also be involved in said adventures! Yay!...not so much.

That's pretty much it for now - will return with a flowery report of the madcap insanity we all get up to!

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Yeesh

I'm having a "does not adapt well to change" moment.

It's also a "I've been on a non-depressed high for too long" moment.

In the speak of teh interwebz, it's teh suck.

It's not like I won't get over it, I totally will, and probably wake up tomorrow trying to figure out why I was so mopey. No, you may not call me Myrtle.

Ten points to the House of your choice if you get the reference.

And if this post isn't emo enough, I'm listening to HIM's "Killing Loneliness". Timing certainly is everything.

This post is ridiculous and really needs to stop.

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May God have Mercy on my Soul

The Wizarding World

Would that I were in Florida today...

I wish I knew why Harry Potter means so much to me. I hear the music and something just wells up inside me. I haven't the foggiest what it is or why. It's just...incredible.

I may or may not embellish this later, we'll see what happens.

Family - the group of people you love to hate

I just hope they're not surprised when I quit spending holidays with them.

Genealogy Meme

Blank meme from RevGalPals; found via CoffeePastor.

1. Do you have any interest in geneaology?

I'd be a pisspoor history major if I had none at all. I love it. It's sort of a recently discovered hobby; I'm pretty shoddy at it and if I go a full hour with absolutely nothing new, I give up for the night. But if I actually start finding new jumping-off points, I could go for several hours.

2. Which countries did your ancestors come from?

Germany, Canada (from France), one or two from Poland, and a few from Prussia.

3. Who is the farthest back ancestor whose name you know?

Julien Beaubien dit Cuillerier. He married a Julienne. Creativity runs in the family, ne?

4. Any favorite saints or sinners in the group?

Technically he's only an uncle (wayyyyy back), but that would definitely be Alexis Cuillerier - accused and acquitted of murder. I have no idea if he really did it.

5. What would you want your descendants to remember about you?

Just them remembering that I was around is good, because that means someone else is doing genealogy, and keeping that going would be really cool.

Bonus: a song, prayer, or poem that speaks of family--blood or chosen--to you.

I can't think of anything off the top of my head, of course. If I think of one or two, I'll edit this.

It's my blog, deal with it

After all the whinging I do around here, you must think I don't mean it. Clearly she doesn't want to change, since she hasn't yet. She keeps carrying on about it, but nothing ever happens.

I want to, mates. I need to. Every time I do something stupid and it comes around to kick me in the ass, the feeling of failure hits lower and lower, the bottom of my stomach falls further and further. Even now my heart is in my throat. I feel like I've been clamoring out of the hole I'm in, but haven't realised that I'm not making progress, only digging away further at the bottom. Maybe I think I'll find more success that way - I don't know. Clearly I don't. I want to succeed, I genuinely do. Not only will I feel better about myself, I'll actually enjoy life. It won't be this horrible, arduous task that I have no choice but to muddle through.

Now that I've left this entry for twenty minutes to calm down a bit, I've developed the beginnings of a plan for success next year. I'll be living in a house, so there will be a couple more options of places to go without actually leaving. Also, over summer (as I hopefully take classes at a local college) I'll work on committing to success and keeping that goal in the forefront of my mind. I think I'll see about looking up motivators (since I've yet to find any that actually work).

Whatever needs to click hasn't clicked yet. It'll be really great when it does. My feet are getting heavy with lead from all the times I've metaphorically shot myself. Time for yet another new mantra...

I will do it next semester. I will achieve academic success. I will. I will. I will. Hell.

I must.

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Finally

The day has come where I can tell you that I've actually had both the wines in the blog title.

Honestly, I'm not a big fan of either or them. But in their defence, I only had cheap versions.

The champagne was a couple New Years ago, and I was unimpressed. Actually it was sparkling white wine, probably out of California. I have no idea. Meh.

I'm enjoying some reallllly cheap chardonnay as I type. And I mean cheap - it's a step down from boxed wine. The container it's in is reminiscent of the soy milk boxes you can get at Starbucks. I won't call it bad in terms of taste, but it is definitely bad. We opened the bottle-box and could smell it.

Once I can actually go into a store and buy this stuff for myself (shhhhh) I'll try some of the good stuff. Or at least better.

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Serious Question

Reasons I don't fancy feminists too much...

Why is it ok to laugh at and joke about murder, but God forbid we laugh at rape? Call me insensitive, call me ignorant, I don't care. Both are horrid things that we have to live with as humans. Yeah, it'd be great if it would stop, but (in my opinion) it's ingrained into our psyches as homo sapiens. We are animals, guys, animals who will go to any lengths to reproduce and come out on top. We will kill, and we will rape. It could also be that neither has hit close to home, and I am thankful for that. But it does not change the fact that animals do stupid things, and we are animals. Psychologically speaking, laughter is the best medicine for the chemicals it releases - so why can't we laugh, why shouldn't we laugh at the worst parts of humanity?

This all started in reading an interview with Seth McFarlane, the creator of 'Family Guy', and I ended up there from a fem blog entry analyzing the answers he gives and on a basic level, the show itself. My opinion is that the show is considered 'bad' because of its brutal honesty. It makes a commentary on society by being politically incorrect. ZOMG OH NOES~!

This is one of few things that piss me off royally. Hence, this entry.

There are my two cents. Spend 'em, chuck 'em, keep 'em, reject 'em. Whatever.

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See you in my dreams...but not you, Mr Dark Lord, sir.

In my dream last night, Voldemort had it out for me. Even though I kept giving him shit (pretending technology was failing, even though I was the one messing with the phone in the elevator) and it didn't really seem like anything serious he was after me for, I was scared as hell. I kept trying to make jokes with his followers (they weren't really Death Eaters) and they just kept glaring at me. I didn't know it was possible to have a legit panic attack while dreaming, but I did. Even after the dream had changed to some other plotline, I kept looking over my shoulder, thinking he was gonna show up when I least expected him.

That's all, I just felt the need to throw that out there.

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Maundy, Maundy

Some quick things that'd flitted through my mind in the last couple of hours.

My bad-student half kicked my ass two-fold tonight. I'd wanted to go to a Maundy Thursday service, but because I've skipped classes quite enough I couldn't. My own fault, I admit that completely. Insult to injury was going over the papers we handed in last week. Mine sucked - again, all me. Doesn't change how it pisses me off/depresses me/make me just want to jump around and scream.

I probably should be packing stuff to cart home this weekend. Three guesses what I'm doing tomorrow morning before I go to breakfast.

If I say 'Michigan,' what do you think of? Allow me. Detroit and the recently-raided terrorists. Bloody hell. No wonder the state is in such a shambles. We have piss-poor public image. No one ever hears about the budding wind farms, or the gorgeous areas not on the lakeshores, or the many many many historical sites. 'Course not. The media only ever blathers on about Detroit and Christian terrorists. (Those could easily get another full entry from me, if I should decide to devote the time and energy. Don't count on it.) And so we come full circle to how I feel about the media and society generally and I don't intend to go into that right now.

Last night was good - in bed by a reasonable time, not up until ten (we'll ignore that I hit snooze several times prior to actually getting up). And yet, here I sit, exhausted and falling asleep, and it's quarter to twelve. Mon Dieu. What kind of college student am I??

...don't answer that.

Right - I'll be going home tomorrow, as I believe I've said, which means no interwebz again until Monday afternoon. So, lucky for you, this sucker'll be dormant for a bit. Probably just as well.

Since I won't 'see' you until then - To those of you of the Christian persuasion, have a blessed Easter, and to those of you of the Jewish persuasion, have a blessed Passover, and to the rest of you, just have a blessed weekend. Whether you believe in blessings or not doesn't mean you can't be blessed.

Ten bucks says I'll see that in the morning and wonder how I ever thought that made sense.

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Why?

Maybe if I spend less time philosophising, and more time just taking on the issues in my life, I'd get shit done.

Wow! What a concept!

*waves awkwardly*

So I was browsing the blogroll of a blogger I read fairly regularly, and what to my wondering eyes should appear but the name of this li'l ol' blog. I'd be willing to bet that hits have not increased due to this phenomenon, but on the off-chance...

If you wound up here from OCICBW... I hope you don't expect very eloquent, reasonable, or relevant entries. This sucker's up here for my poor 20-year-old brain to let the teen emotions run rampant. It's my free space where I can bitch and moan about things that really don't need it, and generally be petty (and as far as the basket case is concerned, pathetic). Occasionally I have thoughts that could be expanded upon, but that rarely happens, so good luck finding those entries.

Right. Disclaimer over. If you're new - welcome to the idiocy, and good luck getting out again.

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God help us.

God only made me so Fate would have something to laugh at.

I mean that in good humour, incidentally, not in a God-hates-me kind of way...

But some days I wonder what His intentions were. I was just sitting here, pondering why I seem to be attracted to every guy I know...and lo and behold, the cause of the basket case appears on AIM.

Look, God, mate...I'm glad You've got a sense of humour. In fact, it gives me hope that I won't end up in hell. But what the hell?? I guess it makes sense, considering You created all things, including shadenfreude...but come on!

Who is this dame, anyway?

Little old church ladies. We all know 'em. We all love 'em (or love to hate 'em). They're the feisty ones that own the kitchen and keep the young whippersnappers in line. When I was younger, they scared me. I kid you not. They were tall (as I say, I was younger...), they had the final say, they had biting wit (or just scathing insults)...oy. As I've gotten older, I've seen the feistyness as the brilliant sarcasm it truly is, and in some weird way it gives me a glimpse of what these women were like when they were younger - I'm actually seeing who they are, rather than the stuffy church personality. But even with that - even finding out that these women are the most hilarious people I know...

They are some of the scariest broads.

And they are the people I aspire to be. Look at their qualities - unafraid to speak their minds, willing to come across as harsh and crotchety (even though they're just being brutally honest), fighting for what they believe in, and being completely and totally themselves. That cinches it for me. I don't know how to be myself, and I envy older women that. One of these days, I'll get there...but in the meantime, I reckon I've got a ways to go. But eventually - oh yes - I will be a little old church lady, who looks like she should be wearing a skirt (but has slacks on), who looks like she's got bon-bons in her purse (but really it's chock full of pain meds and memory aids), who plays basketball and can't work out why that's a bad thing (because it's totally possible to forget that you're 90)...Little old church ladies rock.

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see more funny facebook stuff!

i can haz spreeng?

We were talking together

I said, what's up with this weather?

Don't know whether or not

How sad I just got

Was of my own volition

Or if I'm just missin' the sun

I know I'm missing the sun. This midwestern winter's been a right pain in the ass. Luckily spring is only a few more weeks around the corner. I'm ready for warm weather and sunshine and colour and...I know this is insane...no snow. I'm pretty much over the snow, and not just because it tends to make me fall down. Although that helps. I'm tired of trudging through it, and of it falling, and of it covering the landscape. Life is so dull and grey right now. Bleah.

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*"High of 75", Relient K, Mmhmm

Update to the last entry

While the slap still stings, the motivation still abandons me. Sigh. I have an appointment Tuesday with Dinah, so I think I'm going to ask her about adult ADD. I read a wee bit about it and it seemed to fit my problems to a tee, so I figured I'd get her opinion. Seems appropriate, considering she's a psychologist. Heh.

I have work I should be doing. Quelle surprise.

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Well kids. It's honest-to-God slapped me in the face. It's time to do something. Something *must* change. I haven't even figured out why the change that spawned this happened, and I thought figuring that out was the key to fixing this. Apparently not. Apparently you just have to say 'fuck it' and change or nothing ever will. I don't know how to change other than to just do it, and that's been workin' out real swell for me, hasn't it? I don't know what to do, I don't know how to ask, and even if I did, I don't know *who* to ask. Wanna know how you can tell this change is legit? I've cried over academics before. But I've never sobbed for ten minutes about it. I have to change. It has to be something I do. I can't just say 'I'm going to succeed this semester!' and expect to sit by and not change and have everything work out all peachy keen. No wonder the future terrifies me. I can't even get through the present because I'm stuck in the past.

I could go on and on and on if I had but time. These things always seem to happen immediately before something else that I cannot get out of - today, it's an astronomy exam. It's not gonna go so hot, between my headache (which crying has only made worse) and not being able to concentrate...but I'm gonna muddle through it and two pm today marks the beginning of the change. I have to or I won't make it, that's all there is to it.

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PS I really need that peace. If you're of the praying variety I'll take all the help I can get. Thanks.

Maybe the reason I haven't met success is because nothing's really changed. And maybe the answer to the question of 'why haven't you changed' is 'I don't know how'. And that just drives me up the fucking wall.

Bugs of the non-bacterial variety bite at the most inopportune moments...why is that?

People Come and Go So Quickly Here...

Well, I'm just ridiculous, 'cause now my motivation's back, I'm just kind of ignoring it to a degree. hahahaha But yeah, just thought I'd throw out there that I'm more on track again...That's it.

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Bored and Listless

Why is motivation so easily lost? I have things I need to be doing; I want desperately to succeed; but here I sit, feeling bored and unable to make myself do anything. So it all comes back to...why.

I'm going to go attempt again to do what I need to do...hopefully the tune will have changed again by the end of the week.

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Fancy that.

It would seem that the biggest issue I have with getting work done is a lack of focus. Maybe if I didn't have this incredible ability to distract myself so easily...

*skips off to go read Franklin's autobiography*

Earth to Self-Discovery...

Another year...another semester...another entry.

So - New Year - Resolutions yeah! I've pretty much decided that 2010 is my year. I'm going to realise my academic goals finally, I'm going to realise my weight goals finally, I'm going to realise my...um...personality/identity goals...Basically I'm going to figure out who I am and why and proudly declare that this is ME. This is so incredibly daunting I can't even tell you. But you know what? I can get through it. It'll probably be a pain in the ass, but I'm willing to bet that if I succeed...I'd be so geeked. I'm pretty sure there aren't words to describe how I'd feel. So yeah. That's going to be my year.

New semester - OMG I picked a hellacious semester to actually accomplish everything. It's my first lab class, and there is a considerable amount more going into that than I expected. My history class consists of reading a book a week for discussion. My French class is reading/writing based. My Japanese class is one giant research project. My Psych class meets four days a week and requires six hours of experiment time for the semester. Is it honestly possible to fit all this into one fifteen-week semester?? We'll find out. But here again, as much as I'm freaking out (and this only the second week...) I'm going to do it. Because I want to. Even with all the stress of getting it done, I will feel so much better at the end knowing I did it all. I'm excited for that prospect.

New entry - Yeah that's it. hahaha Um...Basically this year and this semester represent the proverbial new leaf for me. I've been saying for years that I'll turn it over only to sit there staring at the leaf for twelve months and at the end, wonder why nothing's changed. Now I'm going to affect that change. I've been restless lately...I know I generally am, but recently the wanderlust has dug deeper and been more insistant than ever. I feel led to get out of here, to do something, anything. I really can't explain it, since it's more of a feeling than anything, but...I'm going to let this feeling lead me. Let's see where I end up, shall we?

That being said, I'll try to keep this up with mental state and how it's coming. Maybe if I hold myself accountable to my non-existant audience, I'll keep up. But now I need to go investigate my first astronomy lab ever. It's math-based...so if I survive tonight, the semester should be a breeze. Ha.

平和

Remus

Post-Lab Update: I'm beginning to remember why I so intensely disliked math in high school...But I'll muddle through it. *cue: I Will Survive* Also, I forgot to add - part of this year is saying sayounara to the basket case. I've lately discovered that that part of me is pretty similar to Kate Winslet's character's dilemma in "The Holiday" and Grog no like. So that is also happening in 2010. Ok, I think that's it for now. Good night Neverland.

FYI

I'm brewing up a couple updates...just so you know. I didn't realise it had been so long since I'd posted...woops. There are entries to be made, but they're not ready for the light of day yet. Patience is a virtue, mates.

Because there are SO MANY of you breaking down my door for an update. Heh.