this might be the place

Thanks, LJ, for eating my entire entry. Really.

Anyway, sorry I haven't been around much, it's been a little crazy, what with classes staring on Monday and me lacking any schedule whatsoever. I think I've finally got down five that I want to take, though!

1. Philosophical Issues Concerning Animals
   
2. Introduction to Anthropology
   
3. The Immigrant Experience in Literature, Film, and Photography
   
4. Decade in Crisis: The 1960's
   
5. New York City Folklore

If any of those get taken away from me, I will probably cry right in the middle of the registration office. Tears of bitter, bitter anguish. I mean, look at those! Mmmm, educational.

Also, I'll totally have Friday off. I'm thinking of shifting my mental weekend to Friday-Saturday, and then taking Sunday as my preparation day, because I have classes solidly from 10:45 AM to 3:00 PM, and then another from 4:45 to 6:00 that night. That's...I definitely need some prep for that.

In more cheerful news, I'm getting a new computer! It's all shiny and pretty and FAST. I kinda want to make out with it, and then write more of the Buffy AU I have going. Rodney is a slayer! Elizabeth wears tweed and tends the library! John has fangs and a soul! Wackiness ensues.

“God, do you ever shut up?” a voice drawls.

Rodney collects himself and turns around, punching the stranger right in the nose.

“Woops, sorry,” he says. “Only, not. Who the hell sneaks up on someone like that? I could be an axe murderer or have – have pedestrian rage. Are you a complete imbecile? Actually, wait, are you?”

Rodney narrows his eyes curiously at the man, who he can now see is quite attractive – barring the way he’s glowering and cupping a hand over his bloody nose. His hair is in a kind of charming disarray that Rodney is sure takes hours to perfect, and his angular face is very handsome. Symmetrical. Rodney likes symmetry.

The guy shakes the pain off fast, wiping his hand uncaringly on his tight, black t-shirt and putting his palms out: I give. “I know what you’re thinking, but don’t worry.” A smirk. “I don’t bite.”

So, unsurprisingly, I can't be left to my own devices for more than a day at a time, otherwise I will create strange brownie creatures that resemble boiling poop more than chocolate cake yummies. APPARENTLY forgetting the eggs, not realizing your error, and then trying to make cookies with the oddly fudgy batter only leads to terror and loud shrieks of "OH MY GOD IT'S MERGING! DON'T - OH GOD, NO, STAY ON THE - OH GOD!" Thank the lord I used the cookie sheet with a lip and had Anne to flail at on AIM.

(  Oh, horrors! D: )

Over on winterlive's journal, there's been a discussion going on about this article, Forbes Magazine's feature: Reasons Not to Marry a Career Woman.

I don't even know what to think, really. Its 2006, nearly 2007, and this sort of shit should not still be an actual issue. 

What's your opinion on all of this?

We who are about to die, salute you.

*marches off bravely into the rain*

For psychology, we have to do a number of 'experiential projects.' Due today was one wherein we had to record everything we did last week, make a log of it, and figure out how many hours we spent doing 'target activities' like eating, watching TV, etc. And then we have to write a 1 page journal entry about our conclusions.

I shot that off the cuff in about 10 minutes. 

I so rock at college. </sarcasm>

Thank SOMEBODY it's Friday!

UGH WEEK OF DOOM.

And next week promises to be the same.

Ugh.