"And today was a day just like any other."

At least, that's what I'm hoping. Why, you ask? Well, today I definitely plan on writing THE ROUGH DRAFT OF MAH PAPER. Fingers crossed? Both papers were written. Were they written well? Not necessarily.

Anyways, this is going to be one of those entries (the random ones). I haven't done a list in a while (since the last entry, shutup), so let's start there.

RECENTLY

-I sold my soul to Google, and now my life is AWESOME. Or at least less sucky.
-Fenton ruined my college education (for a night). Elaboration later.
-I pulled several all-nighters (and one of them was for schoolwork!).
-I fell in love. Entirely separate post on that.
-Graduate school frightened me.
-I began reforming myself. Stopped procrastinating, etc.
-I was owled.
-Whitley and I went to Asheville. About twenty minutes in, I wanted to be a dress-wearing hippy with a puppy.
-Over Spring Break, I learned how to be a pirate. ARGH.
-I spammed Aaron's wall with Maine Coon kittens.
-My boyfriend left me to marry my PTBFFL. Kind of. (It's a long story.)
-I learned not to leave my computer unattended because I CAN'T TRUST MY FRIENDS.
-Speaking of computers, I GOT A SEXYSEXY NEW LAPTOP. Yes, that means I have five. Don'tjudgeme.
-I plan on doing something for NCUR, either about consumer protection or consumer electronics. Ihatemylife.
-MUD! KIP!
-This summer I'm going to try my hardest to accept my sister's offer to live with her for a couple of months in Gainesville. I LOVE FLORIDA.

FENTON

Ugh...where to begin? First and foremost, let's make a list (another one!) of things I learned from her this year.

1. The Renaissance had lots of paintings.
2. Fenton hates Finding Nemo.
3. Nothing remotely helpful.

Does this mean that our final exam will be a piece of cake since she has taught us nothing? OF COURSE NOT. Instead, we shall be tested on everything we did not learn or vaguely remember her mentioning in the midst of her ramblings on anything (as long as it doesn't relate to the topic at hand, we're good).

ELYSIUM

You don't quite understand how fucking sexy this computer is until you see it. The sheer power is disguised by its sleek form, but it's hard to ignore the sight of a desktop gadget displaying 8 FUCKING CORES. Here's a breakdown:

• Intel i7-720 (Quad-Core) processor
• 6 GB of dual-channel DDR3 RAM
• ATI Radeon 4830 graphics card
• 500 GB hard drive
• Beats audio system
• Absolutely gorgeous. You have no idea.

I received Elysium, which is an HP Envy 15 (and the laptop I have lusted after since I discovered it), the day I returned to Western after Spring Break. I have been its devoted, loving owner ever since. It also knows, btdubs, that it is all that and an 8-course real, so it requires praise/coaxing sometimes in exchange for letting me use it. (idon'tmind)

This is my baby. I hate leaving Elysium unattended (I avoid it at all costs) or leaving it behind at all, come to think of it. When you have a computer this lovely, not taking it everywhere is heartbreaking.

For the FIRST TIME EVAR, my laptop can keep up with me. <3

On the name: Whitley helped me pick it. The choices were Arcadia, which I can't remember the details about, and Elysium (the city where the Master Chief was born). There are symbolic reasons for my decision (of course):

• Since it's the city where John-117 was born, it represents the beginning of a whole new age (Spartan-IIs). Elysium (the computer) is similarly the start of a whole new stage of my life (in terms of electronics). 
• Elysium is like the Greek equivalent of Heaven. My laptop is Heaven. End of story.
• The word "Elysium" looks pretty and sounds pretty, just like teh computer itself.

(RSN: I want a pink fire made out of paper.)

All-nighters...

Suck. Never get excited about doing an all-nighter. Never look forward to it. Approach it with the same apathy you will inevitably exit with, alongside the realization that your entire existence hates you. Also, your eyes will hurt. 

I'm gonna go ahead and wrap this entry up, since it's a bit behind the times. <3

THE MOST EPIC BLOG ENTRY OF ALL TIME (PT. 2)

Continuing with THE MOST EPIC BLOG ENTRY OF ALL TIME!

CAPS LOCK DAY...

WAS THE MOST EPIC DAY EVER, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. IT ALSO HELPED ME FIND THE TWIN OF MY SOUL, KIT SUDOL, WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE A FAN OF CAPS/HATER OF SHIFT. FUCK THE SHIFT KEY. 

IT DOES EXPRESS MY JOY, HOWEVER, SANS FANGIRL.

FOR ANYONE WHO SAYS CAPS LOCK IS ALWAYS LIKE YELLING, YOU ARE WRONG. THERE ARE TWO COMMONPLACE EXPLANATIONS FOR SPEAKING/TYPING IN CAPS:

1. I'M NOT YELLING, I'M JUST SPEAKING EMPHATICALLY. ALL. THE. TIME.
2. I AM JUST SUPER EXCITED ALL THE TIME, DON'TJUDGEME. FUCKERS.

ANYWAYS, I MUST NOW ABANDON CAPS LOCK FOR TEH SHIFT KEY. SADFACE. I WILL RETURN!

RSN: For my birthday, I want a shotgun with no recoil. Make it happen.

ON THE SUBJECT OF KIT SUDOL

She is the twin of my soul. In fact, we're kinda the same person. Let's see the similarities:

• Shoulder-length brown hair
• Square-ish glasses
• English majors
• Slowly dying on the inside thanks to Fenton
• LOVE CAPS LOCK
• Obsessed with kittens and StumbleUpon
• Lacking souls
• Brilliant!

And Kit. (In case you didn't know.)

How can you deny it when the evidence is so clearly laid out before you?

ELI AND THIS BOOK

This was an absolutely amazing movie. Tons of plot twists and other movie elements that I won't pretend to know the name of. (Cinematography? What is this bullshit?) I hadn't realized it was kinda relatively pretty much religious, hence the whole "book" thing. Bible!

Spoiler alert: They aren't talking about Harry Potter.

In fact, if Mila Kunis didn't look like she'd stepped out of an ad for fancy couture (is that right?) clothing, the movie would have been awesome and completely consistent and all that stuff. (I suck at movie reviews.) It was a really interesting take on what would happen in a post-apocalyptic world if there was no religion. Yes, it was pretty much anarchy, but they did it in a cool way. 

The most important thing you need to know about this movie is the couch.

The relatively inconspicuous one on the left, currently harboring Eli (Denzel Washington) and Solara (Kunis). 

This couch seems pretty normal, right? From what you can see of it, it's the standard "stuck in a house with two old people (who may or may not be cannibals)" piece of furniture. Wrong.

THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING COUCH THAT HAS EVER EXISTED. 

Why, do you ask? Well, this couch also happens to be a storage facility. For guns. Yeah, you heard me right: The couch cushions flip up to reveal a cache of weapons. 

I WANT A COUCH FILLED WITH GUNS. Youhavenoidea.

(Also, you know you're in college when there is a resounding cheer upon the revealing of said gun couch.)

BE AFRAID

The most amazing plant you will ever (not) see.

MOVING ON

I think I'm going to make a separate post on relationships. It's totally worth it, though it'll be super lovey-dovey in places so you might not want to read it if your soul tends to vomit upon encountering sap.

There are these things. They are shiny. They distract me. 

The main distracty thing is StumbleUpon. It is a void that steals all of my time. I have also learned that the two things I feel morally obligated to favorite unconditionally are kittens and pictures of space (or possibly art in general). Irregardless, I Stumble across a kitten and I'm like, "(Requisite) Aww! LikelikelikeLOVElike." The key to my heart is tiny, fuzzy, and absolutely adorable.

It looks kinda like this.

Other websites I've found via StumbleUpon and spent hours of my life browsing:

• Visualizations These are the most amazing things I have ever seen. Other than kittens.
• MakeUseOf I have discovered so many things to download here. Also, I LOVE LISTS.
• Gizmo's Freeware But I've found way more things to download from HERE. Yaylists.
• SodaHead Mindless fun is always fun...in a mindless way.  

OH FUCK YES IT IS.

Anyways, time to move on to the next entry. There are quite a few that need to be done (I'm pretty backed up after two months, I must admit. There are three possibilities for the next one:

1. Another random entry along the lines of this one.
2. Posting of an unfinished entry I just found in OneNote (with edits, of course!). 
3. Relationships, legit and otherwise.

I have not decided yet, so we shall see.

THE MOST EPIC BLOG ENTRY OF ALL TIME (PT. 1)

Barely.

To commemorate the two-month anniversary of my not updating, here is a blog entry! I am determined to finish this one, thereby making it different than the last...six or so that I intended to finish.

So much has happened that I don't know where to begin.

CRUCIAL EXPLANATION

Why haven't I been blogging? Several reasons.

1. I am ADD and my life is filled with Shiny Things.
2. Speaking of "my life"...I can has friends?!
3. Research papers suck.
4. Distracting boyfriend is distracting.
5. I had a blog (existential) crisis.

So now I shall tackle Numbah Five. Then maybe the others. Not sure yet. Prolly. I want this to be THE MOST EPIC BLOG ENTRY OF ALL TIME.

BLOG (EXISTENTIAL) CRISIS

What is a blog, persay? Is it supposed to be free from tellings of my day-to-day life, filled only with deep, philosophical revelations? No random lists! No explicitly detailed recollections of that time you hung out with your friends last week! Badbadbad! (Sadface.)

That is for livejournal, where all the other whiny emo kids talk about their life that nobody cares about. And you know what? I have four livejournals! FOUR. Let's break this down:

• ceilingfan41: kickin' it old school, this is the LJ I've had since like...8th grade. I stopped updating it and switched to the next journal because when I finally returned to LJ I was just too different to continue there. Like sketchbooks: my style completely changed and it would've been too broken up.

• gray_ookami: my new journal, which is mainly used so I can link people to The List (ooh, see what I did there?). Everything else is surveys that are set to private because I don't want people to know how lame my life is. (I'm not as cool as I let on.)

• akari_sunshine: journal composed primarily for posting fanfic drafts. It's all set to private, so no worries!

• grayookami: ghost journal! I apparently made this, totally intending to use it, then forgot about it and when I went to put The List up on a site where I could link my friends with no worries, 'grayookami' was taken and I was like ZOMFG WTF SADFACE. Apparently I took it, so I only have myself to blame. FAIL.

Anyways, what I'm trying to get at is...this is my blog, and therefore I have the right to structure my posts however I want. I don't want my blog to be something it shouldn't have to be simply to conform to the norm. That's retarded. And no, nobody said anything to me about this. I've just read other blogs and they all seem to be so...simple, and usually address only one or two things at a time. That's so boring to me. :/

So yeah. Moral of the story is: 

I DO WHAT I WANT, BITCHES. DON'T STAND IN MY WAY.

Don't you dare think I won't.

Next on the list, Numbah 2! (Yes, this is out of order. Get over it.)

FRIENDS ARE AWESOME

Over the past few months, I've met/grown close to a lot of new people, including but not limited to:

• Whitley
• Randall
• Kit
• Mae
• Milo
• James
• Allyson
• Other people that I prolly should remember but can't at the moment.

The best part is, I'm in a relationship with EVEN MORE PEOPLE NOW. Listlistlist later!

It's a really awesome feeling to have a ton of friends that you can always talk to, confide in, make inside jokes with, hang out in a commons until three in the morning, etc. This is how college is meant to be, btdubs. You're supposed to befriend tons of people, and then befriend their friends, and then their friends, until you eventually find a group of people that complement you and that you're proud to include in your circle. It takes a while to get there, and you'll become close to some people that you'll drift away from as you meet people more in tune with your personality/interests/happiness. 

I'm here to tell you that it's okay. 

As long as you don't part in an angryfightingmoment, you guys will be cool, if you even remember that the other exists after a while. I've had friends that I hung out with a lot and thought I had tons in common with, and then after I met people that I realized were far more suited for me I hung out with them more. Make yourself happy. YOUR LIFE WILL BE AWESOME.

Now you are.

Random Side Note:

 Expect a lot of these as this entry continues, though I might break it up into multiple segments.

Milo (2:59:35 PM): Wow, apparently there is a festival of BDSM in this country.
Me (2:59:40 PM): Srsly?

(3:00:20 PM): Link?
Milo (3:00:30 PM): It's in my Powerpoint in Psych class XD

(3:00:59 PM): I can't understand what he's saying as the name.
Me (3:02:15 PM): Aww.

(3:02:22 PM): Either way, that just went in my blog entry.
Milo (3:03:21 PM): Awesome! :D 
(3:04:17 PM): FOLSOM STREET FESTIVAL/FAIR!

(3:04:51 PM):That's the name of it :D 

Fucking. Epic.

RESEARCH PAPERS ARE THE SPAWN OF FENTON

This is what I had written down before I started typing (don'tjudgeme): 

I LOVE MY LIFE BECAUSE MY TWO RESEARCH PAPERS ARE BEHIND ME. (Might I add that they are prolly lurking, holding impressive knives with maniacal grins on their faces?) So I am ready for ANYTHING LIFE CAN THROW AT ME. (Just kidding!)

Now I have gotten what is officially my FIFTH extension on my American Gov't paper, which is FUCKING RIDICULOUS/EPIC/FANTASTIC/TOTALLY UNDESERVED. (RSN: I love Caps Lock. THIS WILL BE COVERED LATER.) I think I need to explain these retarded ass research papers.

1. Tintern Abbey: Assigned less than a week before it was due, with a minimum of five pages. She honestly expected a full research paper in less than a week. Whatthefuckery, anyone? I THINK SO. Also, I ended up not finishing it properly because she only gave us a week. Less than a week. Have I mentioned how fucking retarded this was? Because it totally was. I ended up explicating the poem because I couldn't figure out how to incorporate my lovely sources BECAUSE I HAD LESS THAN A WEEK.
2. Consumer Protection: As if to completely contrast with the paper for Brit Lit, this is the paper that is now on the fifth extension. It was originally due before spring break, but I am awesome and therefore I was given extra time. However, consumer protection is quite possibly the most boring thing I have ever had to write a paper on. EVAR. I still haven't finished a rough draft, but it is due on Friday so fingers crossed!

So Aaron and I pulled an all-nighter last Thursday (his first one, he was so excited) to try and get shit done. I failed miserably, he succeeded (shocking! -eyeroll-). Tintern Abbey's paper is (theoretically) behind me (though I still plan on explicating/writing about it, bitches!), I just need to get crackin' on this AGP paper. 

Upcoming papers:

• American Gov't: consumer protection
• Philosophy: abortion or animal rights
• Intro to English Major: VSP (due tomorrow) and final exam essay

Hooray for writing!

So, part one of THE MOST EPIC BLOG ENTRY OF ALL TIME is complete. In the next issue (which should be ready some point soon...today...I'm going to go work on it right now!), expect:

• CAPS LOCK DAY
• Kit
• Book of Eli
• Relationships
• Shiny things
• Quotes
• Quotes from David (yes, it deserves its own section)
• Shotguns

Agreed.

2/25/10 (i.e. yesterday)

So, I finally got around to charting out the next three years of my life, as deemed by my Intro to the English Major class. I learned (after carefully shuffling requirements around) that a major, two minors, and those blasted liberal studies make it tricky to do said careful shuffling.


Then I remembered the Honors College was registering at midnight and had an "Ohshit" moment. Two hours later I had learned that either the system had not been informed of my preference for morning classes on MWF, or they had and were actively working against me. I'm still slightly extremely bitter about it, so we'll just go with the later.

.

I now have an 18-hour schedule. Am I happy with it? Hell no, but it is what it is and I can't really do anything about it. To be brutally honest (as I tend to be, of course), it's miraculous that I managed to puzzle together this impossibly intricate depiction of my future.

^This is what my schedule really wants to say to me.

ON ARISTOTLE

I was in a foul mood yesterday, in part completely because of the aforementioned disaster occurrence. Reading Aristotle when cranky is a very bad idea. I do not recommend it. My experience mainly involved me reading (i.e. growing more and more confused/skeptical of Aristotle's right to exist) by blinking dazedly at pages, one by one, for five minutes until I realized it was all complete bullshit (as philosophy tends to be). I then began to tear into it with vicious satisfaction (though not literally, it's a rental). Part of me was itching to highlight this reading article composed of whatthefuckery in hot pink (I don't know, it seemed insulting to me...stop judging me), but I didn't want to waste the ink.

Some of you might be shocked. Some of you might be mildly insulted (but that seems to be a trend). "It's a classic!" people could (and probably would will say). "You're an English major, how could you hate the glory and intelligence that is Aristotle?" Before you start judging me, let me make it easier on you.

I DON'T LIKE SHAKESPEARE.

Gasp.

How dare I call myself an English major! If I were a proper English major, I would slavishly worship the ground these plays pages upon which his glorious plays were lovingly printed on. But I have the right to like what I like and hold disdain for overemphasized popular celebrities (Miley Cyrus, anyone?). Can I back this up with legit reasons? No, not really, but I can give you my reasons.

1. He is severely overrated. (Yes, that is a justifiable reason.)
2. People need to stop acting like he was so damn creative and able to capture human nature (Is that right? I'm not entirely sure what people who actually care about him trick themselves into thinking believe in his crap brilliance.
3. HE DID NOT INVENT THE WORD ASSASSIN. Look in the dictionary. Does it say "Origin: Shakespeare"?! NO IT DOES NOT. It came from hassassin, which is from the Arabic language.*
4. (A continuation of #2) He wrote about the human experience and captured what it means to be human/mortal/whatever. But, my darlings, let's be rational: HE GOT THERE FIRST. Self-explanatory.

Now, I'm moving on before I completely destroy my English major reputation. 

THIS WEEK

 (up until this point, which was Wednesday) has been interesting. Or, at the very least, busy. In a nutshell:

• Monday: Three classes, first tutoring appointment, MIDNIGHT SPAGHETTI!
• Tuesday: Advising Day, no classes, planning the next three years of my life, having plans ruined by registration, etc.
• Wednesday: SNARK ATTACK. Jericho's internet fucked up, Intro to Peer Tutoring was shitty as hell, classes were relatively decent otherwise

If I knew anything about software, I'd be unstoppable. 

Or so says David. (And yes, I am aware that this is becoming so long that I don't want to type it up typing it up is ridiculous, but suck it up.)

Moving on (or back to the subject, at least): My complete and utter retardation in regards to software was incredibly obvious. 


The full explanation will might come at a later point, when I'm less likely to kick babies (or want to, at least) at the mere thought.

I blame Microsoft.

This is what Troubleshooting essentially told me.

Pro Writing major wrote majorly today.

Mainly, I tweaked my humanity essay and wrote a poem, but the fact remains: I WROTE SOMETHING CREATIVE!

On a closing note, these are the five songs I can't stop listening to (metaphorically):

1. "Hawkbot" - Forever the Sickest Kids (with headphones it's like sex for my ears)
2. "Hell To Sell" - The Audition (his voice IS sex, irrefutably)
3. "I AM Who I AM" - The Cab (again, most likely due to headphones)
4. "Spinning" - Jack's Mannequin (just...guh)
5. "Take Me As I Am" - FM Static (which was stuck in my head when I wrote this...)

And for anyone wondering where "Tiffany Blews" is, that goes without saying.

Accurate depiction of life, eh?

*How did I learn this? Well, from Dan Brown, who is The Ultimate Source of All Wisdom, Knowledge, and Insight. Duh.

Religion vs. Atheism is equivalent to Modern Warfare 2 vs. Halo

It’s been a long time since I faced judgment for my stance as an atheist. I’d forgotten the sheer unfairness of it, and it always leads me to the same question:

Why can Christians judge me for my lack of belief, but are immediately offended when I ask about the presence of theirs?

Who are they to criticize me? Truthfully, I could care less about their religion. I don’t mean this negatively or crudely, I just cannot see why it matter. In fact, to be quite honest, I’m happy for them. Some people, most people need something to believe in so they can ground themselves in a world that oftentimes doesn’t make sense. I respect that.

However, not everyone needs that. I don’t need that.

It’s sad that I have to (in a way) hide that I’m an atheist because I’ve faced irrational criticism from people that don’t even know me. I’m not embarrassed, mind you; it just gets tiring, constantly defending myself. It’s not worth it, this pointless debate that only breeds hatred and discontent.

They won’t stop believing, I won’t start, so why bother? People should be allowed to believe, or not believe, whatever they want. I know the world isn’t perfect (people certainly are not), but this something intangible and implacable.

This (somewhat) leads to my next question: Wouldn’t it be more offensive to the very concept of religion if I pretended to harbor a faith that I didn’t truly possess? I can assure you that I’m not an atheist because I’m following a trend (worst fad ever, that’s like being a dictator because Hitler made it look cool*), I just…do not believe. If I wanted attention, I’d pick something less serious and (apparently) offensive.

So, a point I want to make (or several):

1. I do not find religion laughable
2.  I do have morals. It’s silly to think only religion provides them.
3. Telling me I’m going to Hell is like telling me I shouldn’t love Halo because Modern Warfare 2 is prettier (and I can be rational and intelligent about this, considering Modern Warfare 2 was both released two years later-and I know how far technology has progressed, trust me-and was shot natively in standard HD, whereas Bungie chose to sacrifice those gorgeous crisp edges in exchange for superior lighting/shading effects, amongst other things). Will your opinion change my mind, even if you present a convincing argument? (Hint: I’m addicted to HD graphics, but I still love Halo more.)

No. I can’t explain why I love Halo, but I do. I’ve read the books, played the games, own the special edition Xbox, read through Halopedia for fun, have the soundtrack on my iPod (and set as the main ringtones on my phone), name my plethora of electronics after locations in the Halo universe, insist on having Halo backgrounds for aforementioned electronics, read the Bungie weekly updates religiously (no pun intended), get excited over sound clips of the weapons from Reach (zomfg, the new assault rifle sounds fierce), possess all 20-plus podcasts, and the majority of the videos on my iPod are Halo 3 machinimas.

Call it obsession, but to me it’s devotion. I love Halo, and though I respect Infinity Ward and Modern Warfare 2, it will never hold a candle to Bungie and Halo.

Now, how does this relate to religion vs. atheism? Well, let’s pretend Modern Warfare 2 is religion while Halo is atheism (and don’t you dare get offended at my analogy, this is my essay!). As I said before, I respect Modern Warfare 2 and religion (side note: does this make Infinity Ward the equivalent of God? Just sayin’.) But, for reasons I cannot quite articulate, I infinitely (another pun?!) prefer Halo. Sure, I personally think Halo is full of win and Call of Duty is constructed purely of fail (see: Hewlett-Packard vs. Dell/ATI vs. NVIDIA/Intel vs. AMD – and the first are the best, for those who know nothing of technology), but people have the right to their own opinion (and I’m totally kidding about Call of Duty being made of fail…kind of).

The moral of this story (analogy, I suppose) is we’re all different, which is our right simply by virtue of being human. Stop judging me because I’m me. Why should you care because I’m a Halo fangirl/atheist? I’m also a writer/dreamer/optimistic idealist/best friend/everyday person. My interests (obsessions…) are all that separate me from you, and us from everybody else. Try to remember that. Thanks.

*Thank you, Joe. 

RambleramblerambleLIST!

Today I wrote an essay comparing the religion vs. atheism debate to the brand war between Call of Duty and Halo. WHY AM I SO AMAZING?

Anyways.

This past week (or so) has been hectic. For example:
-I changed my relationship status (i.e. started dating) on Facebook to "In a relationship with Aaron Boyles," and we all know Facebook-official is THE MOST OFFICIAL and is BETTER THAN MARRIAGE

TACKLE!

-I was incredibly happy (still am!)

-Played through almost half of the Halo 3 campaign with Aaron
-Gained a Hot Pocket Sex Buddy, in addition to my lesbian lover, PTBFFL, and (legit) boyfriend

Hot Pocket Sex Buddy (aka Lexi)

Lesbian Lover (aka Sam). She's the gorgeous, photogenic one wearing the hat.

PTBFFL (aka David)

Boyfriend (aka Aaron)

-Gained a cell phone named Franziska Scheitzeneder ("Scheitz" for short) that is better than I'd expected (I adore haptic touch, btw)
-Made a Samwich
-Annotated Prufrock (okay, not that significant since I do that in my spare time...)
-Read the literary criticism approach for Heart of Darkness at 1:30 in the morning (deconstruction <3)
-DID MY LAUNDRY.
-Got a new roommate that I think I'll get along with!
-Elaborated on teh quote board
-Wore formal wear (best laundry day outfit EVER, and we're disregarding that I still didn't do my laundry until three days later)
-Created a life-size AIM chat box out of printer paper, post-its, scotch tape, and twine

It is beast.

-Found my Koss earbuds (bass response wins, always)
-Made a cookie-cake that became an ice cream sandwich

So. Effing. Good.

-Ate THE MOST DELICIOUS PAST OF ALL TIME thanks to my Italian lesbian lover
-Finally got that damn pidgey (must obtain pictures...-makes mental note-)
-Wore heels and make-up (this is incredibly significant, and painful as hell)
-Was called a drug addict (yes, I'm serious)
-Went exploring with David, Sam, and Aaron
-Visited a sketch tunnel (and was turned away by a creeper)

Dare they enter?

-Rearranged/cleaned teh room
-Had an amazing week!

Okay, now some elaborations for things that need elaboration:

1. Have I mentioned that I DID MY LAUNDRY?! Because I totally did, though it cost me $4.50 and over two hours of my life. (Deceptive laundry basket strikes again!)See, I'd been putting it off for...two weeks (maybe?), and apparently clothes continue to pile up after the hamper is full (who knew?). Again, laundry basket is deceptive. And magical.

2. Robert Downey Jr. Shirtless Robert Downey Jr (and that's all I need to say). Photos, anyone?

I would LOVE to.

3. Umm...on love. I've been meaning to comment on this for awhile, partly because this Facebook page exists called "You're 12. You're not in love." or something. (Also, I might have joined it...I have a bit of a "Become a fan" problem.) Anyways, that irks me. Love, I think, is put into a box and locked up, only to be let out after a respectable period of time, upon the condition that it must be nice and reasonably executed (and I don't mean killed, you violent creatures). 

Should love be so clearly defined? I don't think so. I think there are many forms of love, and I think people can fall in love in a week or a month or a year. Who are we to say "You aren't in love"? What is our standard of measure? When does lust or affection earn the right to be labeled as love?

I know I'm an idealist. I'm also aware that I love easily and deeply. Is that wrong? Is my love worth any less because I give it away so easily? Falling in love, whether it's with friends in term of friendship (maybe I'm a bit too controversial, saying I fall in love with my friends, but I do love to offend people with simple statements! also, pun not intended but humorous :D) or romantic relationships. In essence, defining or putting restrictions on love is morally wrong. Y'know, like throwing people off a life boat or the storyline of Finding Nemo. 

Love comes in all shapes, sizes and languages <3

4. On a lighter note, I have (theoretically) two one tutoring appointments today. My first ones. Back-to-back. I am nervous (still true!). Of course, I wrote out this entry by hand in my American Government & Politics class, which is primarily notes (I'm going to have carpal tunnel when I'm twenty...it hurts so bad!), to ensure this gets written. The internets are shiny and distracting, so I find it hard to write when I could waste time doing unproductive things! I got out at 11:00 and the first one is was supposed to be at noon. So, I (originally thought) I won't wouldn't get to type this until afterwards, so just know that I'm (still) nervous. I shall insert my first experience later. DUNDUNDUN.

That's all for now. Next post will be (hopefully) about deconstruction in Heart of Darkness (aka, me being a good, nerdy English major).