It could be said, then, that my roommate and I are clearly the chic people on campus. Our "AUSTRIAN ESCORT SERVICE: as seen on austrian gay tv" flier with an MS PAINT style edit of one drunken student giving another a piggy back ride on it has been up since the beginning of last year. I'm utterly disgusted by the stench and the arrogance of honors freshmen taking Japanese. abiru--onegai shimasu. That's all I can say about that, and it's not even correct. I thought about participating in NaNoWriMo, but I'm not entirely sure I: a.) have the patience. b.) have the attention span. c.) have the time. d.) have a good idea. e.) all of the above. Remember to use a no. 2 pencil. Cheating will result in expulsion from the university. Please have your ID out when you hand in your exam, we have to make sure you're the one turning your paper in. This, working and knitting pretty much sums up my second autumn quarter at OSU. more bunnies @ 7:34 PM. ;* 2 comments Guh. I've discovered that it's very hard to think of anything but Japanese when enrolled in the Japanese course at OSU. This is not because it is enjoyable--no, not at all--this is because, in order to get a grade higher than a D, you must dedicate every waking hour to studying. You must drop out of every other class, quit your job, sever connections with friends and family, cut 3 hours of sleep from your scheduel and study. Luckily, the rest of my classes require minimal effort, so I may dedicate an extended period of time to studying Japanese. I find it odd, however, that despite all this, I am still doing horribly. It is possible that I may have to close bunnies; I haven't the time to write up a decent post, let alone the time it takes to think of entertaining things to write about in the first place, and there's never anything interesting to write about when I'm at home over breaks. When I'm not studying, working or in class, I'm napping. I took my coffee, sandwich and 40 minutes of Japanese review before work out onto the oval today because it was so nice. I wondered how in the hell people had time to be playing frisbee in the middle of the day. So far, I've studied Japanese for 2 1/2 hours. I've been done with work and class for 4 hours. Following this post, I will probably study for another hour and twenty minutes, possibly get dinner, then study until I go to bed. I've officially bitched in this blog. Congratulations, me. more bunnies @ 6:50 PM. ;* 0 comments FUN FACT: Words are Hard. I'm feeling a bit rusty, half because I haven't written seriously in months and half because I'm made of metal and have been standing out in the rain for a long time. Do not despair, my loves, for I have an important, independent research project which will surely earn me some sort of award. It may take a while, but my case study of the population and society of People Who Wear "COLLEGE" T-shirts will surely be informative and might possibly be entertaining. After a great deal of setting up and settling into my new dorm room, my beloved roommate, the anarchonism, Amanda, and I spent a half an hour watching the original My Little Ponies on DVD. The following half an hour was spent watching the lava lamp. This is exactly why I love college. 53.) Bernie Mac 54.) Elijah Wood 55.) Gotoh Masafumi more bunnies @ 5:47 PM. ;* 0 comments Nothing and Emptiness, with a Side of Distinct Lacking. I was going to make a post about why I haven't posted, but I can't even think of anything to post for that, so, "Fuck it." as they say. Don't expect a post with actual interesting substance until, at the absolute earliest, late September. more bunnies @ 2:04 AM. ;* 1 comments I Could Eat Like Three Ground Family Sandwiches. I like rootbeer. I didn't always like rootbeer, but I do now. I like teeth. Having teeth is a grand blessing that far, far too many people take advantage of. This is where my dilemma arises, however. "Mmm, rootbeer." I said. "Mmm, tooth." Said the glass rootbeer bottle. "Oh the humanity!" Cried my distraught front-right cap as it popped off. Out of sheer vanity, I continue to wear my now detatchable cap. When I take it out, I look like a true Appalachian (not that this is something that I am particularly proud of). The cap is decidedly not too keen on remaining in place after having its first taste of freedom. I sneezed earlier. The bottom of my tooth enjoyed a brief stint as a dangerous projectile. I have now accepted that my tooth is growing up, and is ready to leave the nest. If you love something, you should let it go, they say. I'm not particularly attached to the bottom half of my tooth (at least, not any more), I just hope I can get a replacement soon. Looking like Susie Jo McHillbilly is just not my thing. more bunnies @ 12:38 AM. ;* 0 comments Ann Arbor Learned All its Whoring from Ohio. Situations like these come along far too often in life. Instances in which something fantastic is about to happen--a dream vacation, a raise, a new car, a big move, seeing your boyfriend for the first time in three weeks--and any and all unbridled awesomeness that may have come from said event is trounced by some sort of obnoxious injury, illness or mishap. Filled with rage, you search for something to do, words that can possibly personify the insurmountable anger that fills your chest, or a street mime to punch...and even after your blood, sweat and tears (good song) are spent on this chase the ONLY thing you can think to do is sigh and mutter "figures." Brock arrived on Thursday evening. We went for a walk. On Friday, my throat was sore, but we still ended up going out to see War of the Worlds. I didn't sleep Friday. Saturday, my mother took me to urgent care. I honestly can't clearly remember anything from Saturday to Tuesday aside from sleeping and being a world of pain from general illness, antibiotic side effects and hardly eating or drinking at all (my bad). I've come out of the whole situation pissed as all hell; I barely remember getting to spend time with my boyfriend, even though I know he was with me the whole time, and I've gone down another damn pants size. I am sick of buying new pants. You'd think I'd have procured something even remotely profound from the whole situation. No. If anything, I've been instilled with an urge to tie a bandana around my head and go Rambo: First Blood on viruses. Damn them with their difficult classification systems, developing immunities to the very drugs meant to destroy them ...and their not technically being alive. more bunnies @ 1:28 PM. ;* 0 comments Gratuitous Spammage for Your Indulgence. I'm always willing to support those delicious geniuses out at MIT (oh, as if you didn't know about my penchant for consuming raw human flesh already, don't make that face), and I figured this is where I get the most hits, so I'll post this here doohicky in Bunnies:  I really can't think of anything really interesting to say, although I could mention that Brock will be here in four and a half days. So I'll probably be making a post detailing our endeavors ex post facto. Hee. Latin is silly. more bunnies @ 8:19 PM. ;* 1 comments |