An Average of "Average"

Today's 8 AM adventure was not so promising as Monday's. I was not operating at full capacity this morning. Granted, I was still in pretty good shape, just not fantastic. So, as I told Megan, my record for mornings averages out at average. It sounded way cooler and more scientific on the phone. I promise.

So, there's this guy in one of my classes, and he's suddenly decided he wants to be my friend (actually, I think he might be looking for more than that, but I don't want to be all conceited and outright say it, nor do I have any interest in it anyway). He and I were in a class together last quarter and he took no notice of me there. Suddenly, I'm an interesting person. It kind of unnerves me. He freaking followed me home after class. I had to make up a reason to get out of my apartment to get rid of him because I didn't want to be all, "Uhhh, why are you following me? Get the hell out of my apartment." I guess I didn't have to actually make up a reason. I had to drop some books off at the library and take a pink slip to Chubb. I just hadn't really intended to do that right after class. The guy's in the same kind of boat I am. All of his friends are in a different city and he's a little lonely out here, so I don't want to be full on rude to him. I don't mind being his friend, but I've known him for a total of three days. You don't just randomly follow me home after knowing me for three days. It's creepy.

Pictures

I've got some pictures of the new house on el computero now. Instead of posting them all here, which is both time and space consuming, I'll just give ya a link to 'em. Here it is.

Owwie

My head is going to explode.

8 AM

It's been a while since I've had a class at 8 in the morning. It turns out that I am one wide awake girl at 8 AM. Everybody else was dragging their asses this morning and I was running on all cylinders. It could have something to do with the fact that they were probably all sleeping until noon for spring break while I was getting up at 6:30 to move and take care of the dog and whatnot. I suppose I could have been more prepared for it than they were. But I'm just going to attribute it to my being way more awesome than everyone else.

I've never had a class in Irvine before this quarter. In fact, the only things I've ever been to Irvine for were some poetry reading for an English class and to watch Matt play with fruit flies (I don't remember why I was there for that, but I was). My Tier III is in Irvine this quarter. That is one nice building. The desks are pretty high quality. It puts Morton to shame. SHAME.

Woo Spring Break! Boo Spring Quarter!

I had intended to spend my spring break doing a fat lot of nothing. It feels like I accomplished that goal, but in actuality I did not. Moving was much more work than I thought it should have been. But then again, when you live somewhere for 15 years, you tend to aquire a whole lot of crap. More crap than you believe could fit in your house. Obviously there are black holes in the corners. It sure was nice of them to regurgitate our stuff when we needed it.

My arms are still sore from carrying crap all over the place. Having a barn with a clubhouse and 10 acres of grass is quite super cool and all, but dragging recliners and tables and such across the grass to the barn is not so super cool. At least the 10 acres aren't actually between the house and the barn, but it's fun to whine and pretend that they are.

One of these days I'll get some pictures of the new house up on here, but right now I'd have to get my camera out of my bag and then load them all onto the computer and that's just too much effort for me right now. I'm being as lazy as possible before I have to go back to classes.

T-minus 13 days until Reds game fun!

"You Won't Want to be Standing Here if She Blows"

That's not really the best thing to say to a crowd of people that you need to evacuate. But that's how Athens or OU PD (Not sure who was there at that point) told me and the rest of the class that someone had called in a bomb threat to the building we were supposed to be taking an exam in.

Prior to this we had all been sitting inside awaiting the arrival of the professors and the exams. I seriously considered not going outside when the fire alarm went off, since I figured some asshat had just pulled the alarm and we'd be back inside shortly. But, since the rest of the class was leaving, I decided I would, too. So, we were all milling about by the doors behind Bentley when Mr. Police Man comes up with his yellow police tape and says, "I'm gonna need you folks to leave the area. You won't want to be standing here if she blows." I thought he was joking and I don't think most people actually heard the end of that, but he could have phrased it a little better. A little later someone found out that it was in fact a bomb threat. As usual, there was no bomb. I didn't think it'd take an hour and a half to discover that there was no bomb in Bentley, but that's how long it took.

Sitting out on Court Street for an hour and a half was actually kind of interesting, though. I got to listen to everyone trying to figure out what was going on and freaking out about what the hell they were supposed to do about their exams. I also got to talk to a guy who is graduating this quarter and then moving to Moscow. All he had to do was turn in his thesis at Bentley and he was free. But he, like the rest of us, was thwarted by the non-bomb.

At least all the to-do wasn't over a sticker this time.

Randomness

Sometime over the summer I was bored and decided I felt like drawing. I can't, but I decided I'd do it anyway. I scanned the picture so I could play with it with my image editor thing. I was looking through things on my computer and I found the drawing. I'm kind of impressed by it. I showed it to Scott before I think, but I decided to share with everyone. So, for your viewing pleasure, my non-talent:

It actually looks better there than it does in real life thanks to the wonders of my image editor. It smoothed out the shadows for me. And made Alex's name look like I painted it. I'm certainly no Van Gogh, but it was still fun.

Also, apparently I am "super-humanly upbeat" and "charmingly assertive." I may not be a total downer, but I wouldn't put myself at that level of perky. I am also not assertive in any way, but what the hell? St. Patrick's Day quizzes are fun.

You Are Apple Green

You are almost super-humanly upbeat. You have a very positive energy that surrounds you.And while you are happy go lucky, you're also charmingly assertive.You get what you want, even if you have to persuade those against you to see things your way.Reflective and thoughtful, you know yourself well - and you know that you want out of life.

What Color Green Are You?

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Super rainy. Apparently there were supposed to be storms, too. Bad ones. They failed to make their presence felt. It's a damn good thing they failed, too. I've got to have power for to make my computer go for to write a paper by tomorrow evening. I'd be pretty upset if that didn't work out.

I'm so close to done with this quarter and yet no closer to knowing when I'm going to be done for good. I don't know how the University College people intend to inform me that I may or may not proceed with my cheater plan to get out of here early and I don't know how long I should wait for a reply in whatever form from them.

Hooray for Color Weather Radar! I can learn about all the places that are going to be flooded, stormed on, blown away, and swallowed up by tornados. The Scioto River is apparently going to cause a bunch of trouble tonight. The recording hasn't said anything about the Hocking yet, so maybe I won't get washed away. Nor will I be sucked up by a tornado. The storms are still a possibility, though. Silly March. Storms and hot today, snow and cold tomorrow.

Darn

A little while ago I mentioned that OU's hockey team was going to go to the national tournament and beat up on Rhode Island for being unrightfully placed first in the rankings. Alas, I am now an ass. Not only did they not beat up on Rhode Island, they didn't even get a chance to play them. They were knocked out in the second round by none other than the evil Lindenwood. I was happy to find out that the game went into triple overtime. At least they didn't go down easy. I wouldn't be surprised to see something of a rivalry spring up between the two. Or at least, I wouldn't be surprised to see OU go all gung-ho after Lindenwood for the rest of forever now. I'd be pissed. They sure weren't supposed to finish out the year in 5th.

Thus ends the saga of OU's glorious 2006 season of suckitude. It started out so promising, too. Beat the Canadians for the first time ever and beat Penn State at their home for the first time in 8 years, completely owned the CSCHL. Then they had to go and finish second in the CSCHL tournament and fifth in the national one. At least they've got the CSCHL regular season championship. Technically that's not suckitude, but I stand by what I said.

It's Almost Like Mad Libs

I forgot about this thing. It's still funny to me, too. Generic Update!!!!

Today was really great.

I got out of bed really early because I had terrible stomach cramps.

I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.

I'm so hardcore. Me and Buzz went to the mall today, and I stole a whole heap of stuff. I got a Good Charlotte CD, a couple of DVDs and some new boots. Buzz got caught, but he fought his way out, and then we stole some lady's car and smashed it into a phone booth.

Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.

I want to tell the world that I love you all! You're all so special to me!

I am sharpening my knives before I go to work today, because I'm going to cut out Robert's heart and feed it to him for losing my mail.

Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! I'm so ugly. Don't look at my photos pleeeeeze.

I want to say thanks to simon and Abbey and Dave and the other Simon for helping me on Saturday. You guys are the best. By the way, if you happen to find my wallet, keys or underwear, could you SMS me? Adrian has my number.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder.

You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you who your real dad is.

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.

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Yay Reds!

I have a countdown, now! All kinds of fun toys on my blog. In case you couldn't tell, it's a countdown to Opening Day for the Reds (that's why it's red). I couldn't decide if I should do Opening Day or the game we were going to, but the counter made that decision for me. "Opening Day in" fit, and whatever I was going to write for the game we're going to didn't. Problem solved.

APD: Saving the World One Bicycle at a Time

Apparently naming your band This Bike is a Pipe Bomb is a bad idea. Especially if you're going to make stickers that people put on their bikes. Chaining a bike that says This Bike is a Pipe Bomb outside of The Oasis is also apparently a bad idea. Athens PD completely freaked. They closed down everything in the general vicinity (including classroom buildings). They called in a bomb squad from Columbus and, from what I hear, blew up the guy's bike. In case you don't believe me, here's a link to the update to the story. The Athens Messenger updated the story online because the print edition was printed before the fiasco was over. The original story isn't there anymore. None of the other newspapers in town had anything about it. You'd think blowing up a poor, defenseless bike would get a bit more attention. Especially since it happened on campus. The Post at least should have mentioned it.

EDIT: The Columbus Dispatch cares about the bike. Apparently it wasn't blown up, it was sprayed to pieces with a firehose.

Woo hoo!

100 people!

Well, 100 page loads, but I'm going to pretend it's 100 different people. Makes me feel special.

It's About Damn Time

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, the people of Riverpark Towers have decided they care about their residents. No more are the days when paying rent was the only contact we had with them. Now we get monthly newsletters, a computer lab, a resident community council of sorts, new sand on the volleyball court, massive improvements in some of the buildings (not mine, of course), and free pizza during exam week. They even have birthday announcements in the newsletters. I assume that they are employees' birthdays, as there are probably more than 2 people in the entire complex with birthdays in March. This is a huge improvement on the last three years. Too bad I'm finally getting out of here in June.

Rent's still pretty darn high, but at least I can see that some of that money's coming back to me. Well, not me specifically, as I doubt I'll use the computer lab or the volleyball court, but me as a resident. Hell, I'll just be happy that the newsletter has a calendar on the back that tells me when rent is due. It's nice to have a reminder. Speaking of which, I'm going to go pay rent.