Sigh.

I'm melancholy. I'm confused. I'm curious. I'm stupid. I'm lame.

I'm going out tomorrow night after class, spend time with some casual friends I haven't seen in a few months.

Also, I resent getting advice on my life from television shows, like Angel. <shakes fist>

Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I am SO draggin' today.

I don't waaaaaaaaaanna go to school. Blah. Must leave in like, 4 minutes.

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Swiped from literaryradical, the first line of the first post of each month of 2004. And January of 2005. (disclaimers about locked posts not included.)

Jesus. / While talking with worshipper, we had a conversation about keyboard fights between me and my ex. / I swear I'm the only person with the 1x07 L Word torrent going. / I was on the phone with a friend, and we were discussing religion, because Lent is ending soon. / I slept for shit. / Court, sweetie, I need to ask you to do me a huge favour. / Got three designers I know to let me give their contact info to Crazy Website Woman. / So I was showering. / The mostly-forgotten game that parts of Hero reminded me of is called The Legend of Kage. / Dude. / I've written for an hour. / It snowed. / I rang in this year very differently from the last.

Woo.

Interesting day.

Finally picked up my Sociology of Cyberspace exam. I got a B, a B+ and an A-, respectively, on the three questions. It amuses me, because I started the first question at like, 1am, fell asleep around 3 or something, woke up at 11ish to finish, so you can see the progression of my brain. "This is my brain on no sleep. This is my brain right after sleep. This is my brain two hours after sleep." I'm very happy with how I did on the last question (the A-), because I came to some neat conclusions. School has the interesting side effect of my own ability to surprise myself.

Saw Nelly, the kick-ass, awesome, amazing Mature Student Advisor today, after attempting to see her for like, three days. She's glad I did well last semester, told me that it was no big deal to take poetry over anthro (which is really what I needed to hear), including all kinds of reasons WHY it's a GOOD thing to take, and then gave me advice about Creative Writing classes.

Basically, I'm going to assemble a 20 page portfolio and a cover letter, etc, etc, in the hopes of at least being granted permission to take some of the Creative Writing classes here, which are all reserved for those who have met the application requirements for the whole Creative Writing program.

I am terrified. Nothing, nothing, nothing I have is "good enough". I'm going to have to write for approximately ten billion hours to come up with 20 pages of good stuff. We'll see how that turns out. And I should be handing that in maybe in early March at the latest, which at least gives me the spring break to do something.

I'm about to have Stats class, now, and I pray my battery lasts.

After class, I get on the shuttle bus and head downtown to ComedyWorks to see "On the Spot", four-time Champions of Just for Laughs Improv. Should be a fun time. Then home again, and maybe Italian homework.

I know, I know, my life is thrilling. Be thankful I'm not telling you about multiple regression.