Just add water

The holidays are almost over, with only about nine hours left until it's 2008. Christmas presents were mostly DVDs: I now have the complete Matrix trilogy, Scrubs up to season six, the fifth Harry Potter movie, and Ratatouille. I got the two games I wanted: Super Mario Galaxy and Zack & Wiki. And then I played those video games and watched the two newer seasons of Scrubs.

Not really a very exciting time after Christmas, I know, but there's nothing like a sudden punch of something I want to call the flu. I don't feel up for eating because of my inCREDIBLE threesies that come upon me like the Great Flood, but what was really fun was the horrible bout of dehydration I faced this morning, which I felt I could put off taking care of until I finished my shower. Steam doesn't help with nausea.

And in spite of this feeling of creeping death coming upon me, I can't help but think about the year that I have ahead of me. I don't really consider the new year to be MY new year. My new year begins on my birthday. Of course, this is the time when everybody goes on and makes their resolutions. I've only got a few this year, but I think they're better than those that I've had in years past (stay sane):

1) Keep my grades above the level required for the Regent's scholarship.
2) Stay true to my heart.

I don't know how well I can keep to the first resolution, but having dealt with a year and a half of college already, and I feel like my classes will be easy enough this semester that I won't have to strain too much for A's in these classes. As for staying true to my heart, I've struggled with what it means to be in love for a long time now. I've also worried about how I might stray from what my heart tells me to do. I know how it can sometimes seem like there isn't any chance for my heart to escape the darkness. A video game I played recently posed the question "Why are you afraid of the darkness?" and it answered itself, "Because of the people who are lurking in the darkness." I know that my heart has spent some time in the darkness. It's vern in the light for longer, but now it has a pretty hard task ahead of it: it has to bring another heart out of the darkness.

Was this blog inspired more by exhaustion or dehydration? You decide!

Home

It's been almost a week since I came back home for Christmas, and I think I've been overall less stressed... than I thought I would be. With all of the extra time I have, I've been playing a lot of Kingdom Hearts II (although I admit that I was playing a lot of that game during finals week, as well) and hefty amounts of Pokémon. My mom accuses me of spending all of my time on the computer, but this is only a half-truth. I merely spend most of my time in front of the computer. And it tends to be on during that time, but it's hardly ever the center of it attention like my PS2 or DS.

I realize some very important facts about the being home as well. For instance, my bed is hopelessly uncomfortable. I have no understanding as to why this is so, but the fact remains. I have a foam cushion, and a second cushion on top of my mattress, and it does no good whatsoever. My bed, in fact, is like a black hole, in its ability to suck the comfy properties out of nearly anything you might find to throw on it. I've sometimes considered just sleeping on the floor. Of course, that's cluttered with stuff from college, and so it's out of the running (or rather, laying). Another important discovery is that my house doesn't warm up very well. My hands seem unreasonably cold more often than not, and if I didn't have socks I'm sure that my feet might have fallen off by now.

I'm incredibly glad that I have my own computer. I wouldn't dare try to interface with the family machine outside of my room. This has nothing to do with Mac snobbery; our computer has managed to get itself into a worse condition than many of Doabe's laptops. I attribute this to the outdated processor, the seven anti-spyware programs, the five anti-virus programs, the three weekly system restores, and a partridge in a pear tree.

My room is incredibly green. I've know this for some time now, but it's disturbing to me nonetheless. I have also noticed that ever since the repainting of the bathroom, I've had much fewer suicidal thoughts while brushing my teeth and showering.

Tomorrow, I take on the task of wrapping five Christmas presents. There will likely be a vlog about this, because it is comedic gold. Maybe I'll find some of that British chase sequence music and do the whole scene in fast-forward... Yeah.

Political lollerskates

I need a solid...

In registering for my classes next semester, I was told to take certain classes over others, and that other classes that are prerequisites would be carried over via the magic of transferred credits.

Enter JOUR-102: The Art of Writing. A little while back, I got an email from the supreme overlord of eloquence and syntax at UNL's journalism department saying that in order to qualify for this class, I would need to take a grammar comprehension exam to prove that I can, in fact, write good.

I need to get a pass from Andersen Hall in order to take the exam at all, and then I need to go to Burnett Hall some time between 9:00 AM to 9:00 PM on Monday through Thursday, 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM on Friday, and 1:00pm to 9:00 pm on Sunday. I'm guessing that this should get done before the end of UNL's semester, or before the beginning of their next semester...

HALP.

Four ideas for today.

1) Avatar season 3 should DEFINITELY warrant people wanting to come visit me in my room.
2) If I'm ever immortalized in mural form, I want to be depicted holding a sword shaped like a lightning bolt.
3) "No doubt" is synonymous with "no kidding" when you're from Oregon.
4) I think that "Porn" is a funny name for a hard drive.