As soon as possible, I am making it a point to never see a doctor ever again except in the direst of dire situations.

It's not that I hate the doctors themselves, though a few have irked me from time to time.

I'm just very tired of being told that something new is wrong with me every time I see one. I am even more tired of the number of medications I am on increasing.

Soon, I am going to stop taking them, whether my doctors or my mother or anyone else thinks that's a good idea or not. I don't really care anymore. I am a rogue.

I'm enjoying a few more minutes of Internet access before I head back home. At least my phone is back on.

Last night, I dragged my mattress into the living room, where the terrible chirp/beep cannot reach (provided that my bedroom door is closed). I had this whole refugee camp thing going on. The damn battery had better be changed by the time I come back.

I need to work on Heaven on Earth. To be honest, I haven't touched the thing since school ended. I've just been enjoying having my brain turned off. (Also, there's that whole just-realized-there's-a-huge-timeline-error thing that's still troubling me.)

I'll work on it soon, though. I don't think there's a whole lot left to Part II. It might be more than it seems; I guess I shall soon see.

Then we start Part III (the last one) with a brand new character!

I need to scan in some of my character sketches soon. Just for fun. Of course, access to a scanner would be helpful. *shrug*

So apparently my sanity is a matter of small concern to the bitches at the front desk.

Now they say they're out of batteries. The whoreslut I talked to (when going to speak with someone about this for the fourth goddamn motherfucking time) said she could put in a work order. I asked how long that would take.

She said Monday.

Fuck. You.

And your fucking passivity. No, you can't change it. No, you can't take it down. No, you can't get batteries from one of the other residence halls.

Your suggestion? Sleeping on the couch.

Thanks!

For being oh so incredibly helpful.

I love love love how the phone bill is always magically not paid on the days that I come to campus.

The one time when I really need a fucking phone.

Yeah, yeah, shit happens, I don't pay it so I can't complain, whatever bullshit blah blah. I just don't understand why this can't happen on days when I sit at home and don't make any calls or send any texts. Why can't it be inconvenient a little more conveniently?

Fuck it.

Anyway.

The smoke detector in the next room is literally about to drive me crazy. I actually started crying this morning because it's been doing that annoying little "low battery" chirp every fifteen seconds (I counted) for the last 14 hours. I really don't feel like going home today, but if they don't change that shit soon, I will have to leave. I can't stay here. Even with the TV on, I hear it. It keeps me up late and wakes me up early. I've asked twice now for someone to change it, but the first time I got some crap about how someone who lives in that room has to be the one to request a battery change; the second time, which was about forty minutes ago, I got a better response. He seemed like he intended to take care of it. But if it's still chirping in an hour, I'm going to go down there again.

This room has costed too goddamn much for me to not be able to be in it without wanting to bang my head against a wall or rupture my eardrums or anything to just make it stop.

Plus I'm fucking starving. Maybe I'll use my last meager $5 to get something to eat here soon.

Except for meeting with the study abroad lady about maybe possibly going to England in the spring, today has kind of fucking sucked.

Now I'm getting a headache.

Last night. (And, like, every night of this summer.)

Playing The Sims 2 and watching The Secret Garden.

Oh, so this is what Internet access is like. I almost forgot.

I swear, I think that the Internet just kills itself whenever I get near it. It says, "Oh, look, it's that bitch that doesn't have enough stuff to be annoyed by already! Let's not work for her!"

Ugh.

So while stuck at home with no Internet, I beat Prince of Persia. While I enjoyed it, I still don't think that it was fair of them to call it Prince of Persia, seeing as that implies a relationship to the previous Prince of Persia games, and as far as I can tell, this new game has pretty much nothing that connects it to the other games. The "prince" in this game (I use quotation marks because he's, uh, not a prince) seems to have no relation to the previous prince (who was a prince). I was hoping that maybe the new one would at least be revealed to be a descendant of the old one or something that actually makes sense like that, but that never happened. Furthermore, the game isn't set in Persia, and while it's possible that the prince is from Persia, we're never told this.* My point is that the only reason they called it Prince of Persia must have been to get fans of the old games (like me) to buy the new game based pretty much solely on the fact that it had Prince of Persia in the title (which I did). I mean, there isn't even any Sands of Time!**

So now I'm playing Fable II--again. (Hey, I only have three Xbox 360 games. I don't have a lot of options.) I've run into this really annoying glitch; I looked it up online and apparently I'm not the only one screaming "WHAT THE HELL?!" at their retarded spouses. I'm playing a guy, and I married Alex from the "Til Death Do Us Part" or whatever quest. I've got her shacked up in a four star home stuffed with luxury furniture and a budget that's twice what she asked for. Her little relationship bar thing is nowhere near the divorce icon, and in the "Families" menu she claims to be happy with everything. And yet whenever I go home, she divorces me. "Mother was right about you!" Well, if your mother said that I would risk my life to save the world and shower you with money and gifts, then she was SPOT FUCKING ON, YOU STUPID BITCH.

* Edit: According to Wikipedia, the game actually is set in Persia, even though that is at no point in the game specified.
** Edit 2: I suppose the saying about assuming things remains true. My first encounter with the Prince of Persia franchise was through what is known as the "Sands of Time trilogy." I knew there was at least one older Prince of Persia game, but I assumed the other games were remakes or at least based on that. Turns out that with this new Prince of Persia game, there have been three entirely different storylines told throughout the many games titled Prince of Persia. The new one was probably never meant to be connected to the Sands of Time trilogy.

I am uninspired.

I don't want to go home. I don't want to stay here. I don't want to do much of anything.

One of those days.

Even if I'd had anything to blog about recently, I wouldn't have been able to. I have the worst luck when it comes to the Internet, and for whatever reason, the router at home is on the fritz. For a week or so my Internet goings on have been limited to checking my email on my mom's computer.

So that's just a warning for you. Few and far apart will now most likely be even fewer and farther apart.

I know, I know--your heart is breaking.

Grammarians might find this teensy little article amusing.

I've always despised the word "whilst." If I ever do get to study in England, I already know I'm going to groan and roll my eyes every time it's said. It just sounds so slimy and pretentious.

(And, yes, the old Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is playing on TV.)

Edit: Oh, I don't think I ever mentioned it, but my roommate has definitely moved out for the summer. I suspected it when she started packing up all of her kitchen stuff, but I also knew that it was possible that she would, like me, technically still be living in her room though intending to spend most of her time at home. She's gone, though. On the room check sheet, mine was the only name on the paper; the other room was listed as "vacant." Sweet, huh? The temperature is set somewhere in the 60's, and I am pleased.

So like I said, the blogging slows down tremendously in the summer. In fact, the only reason I'm posting anything right now is because I'm giving my iPod some charging time, and can't think of anything better to do at this very moment. While I can make the drive to campus with no music (I've done it before, and talking to myself for an hour or so isn't as bad as it might initially seem), I certainly prefer not to.

Ahahaha, I prefer not to.

There's that college education for you.

I'll post an entry of actual substance (I think that's the word I'm looking for; I've been mentally debating it for like five minutes, and I'm ready to move on, so "substance" is what we'll go with) later, but right now I just want to geek out and wish Trent Reznor a happy 44th!

♥

So the more I think about Heaven on Earth, the more retarded I realize it is.

( Beware spoilers. )

Plenty of other things in my life are being retarded right now, too. Like my iPod. It just decided a few days ago to proclaim that every single song being played is one minute and 32 seconds in. No, seriously. The song plays correctly, but the little bar that tells how long it's been playing and how long it has to go stays at 1:32. I'm coming to accept that everything I own, I will eventually and prematurely break.

Despite being late and missing some of NIN's set, last night was pretty damn amazing.

Just, please, Trent. Take some time, clear your head, hell, leave Nine Inch Nails if that's what you really think is right.

Just don't go away forever. I honestly don't know what I'll do.

P.S. Oh, yeah, and then there's this:

Into to Computer Graphics/Layout: B
Intro to Creative Writing: B
British & Irish Lit II: A
American Lit I: B
Intro to Psychology: A

I've uploaded chapter 10 of Heaven on Earth to FictionPress.Com.

Looksie.

ZOMFG. So I escaped the goblins just to be caught by wolves.

I uninstalled all of my Sims 2 games, and then reinstalled the original Sims 2 and the Open for Business expansion pack, to see if the businesses were FINALLY fucking working. And the good news? They are!

The bad news? Now my custom content isn't showing up. I didn't put much back in there after ripping it all out before the massive uninstall, just some skins and faces and clothes. (I swear, you think you're happy with what you've got and then you find some gorgeous replacements and the defaults just look plain ugly from then on. UGLY. Not that that sentence will make any sense to anyone who doesn't play the Sims and download custom content.)

I just want them to work! Why won't they work? Ugh! Whatever. I'm still just so glad knowing that my game is unretarded (well... at least on the business matter) that I'm not pissed about the CC yet. Yet.

But I will be. So here's hoping I figure this one out soon.

Oh, and HU-FUCKING-ZZAH about me being completely done with finals! :D

I'm just so very glad that today is almost over.

Okay, well, it's not really. I still have an assload of studying to do, but I am about to walk out of the door and go turn in my art project, and I'm just so forking happy that I'm about to be done with it that I feel like accomplishing this will accomplish all of today's objectives. It doesn't really, but it certainly takes care of the one objective that has been giving me the most stress.

One more day, you guys. A little over 24 hours from now, I will be saying goodbye to the spring semester of 2009. Good fucking riddance.

I just finished watching the latest episode of Lost on ABC.com.

All I have to say is:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

If there isn't a twist next week, someone will die!

...No pun intended.

Today is going to be just short of insane. This is my checklist:

[x] turn in creative writing portfolio
[x] take Am lit final
[x] go to hair appointment thing
[x] finish art project
[x] go home/to Jonathan's
[x] partay

As you can see, I have completed one of these things, but my final starts in an hour, so I should probably do some last minute refreshing. Man, I hope I don't bomb this thing.

Edit: 5:09 p.m.: A few more checkmarks. I'm getting there.

Edit 2: 5/2/09, 6:16 p.m.: Mission accomplished.

You know, as much as I hate things like school and work, it really gets pretty pathetic around here when I have nothing to do. I sleep a lot. I think, man, I should really get up, and then I'm like, yeah, for what? Studying? Poopy. And I go back to sleep.

But, I finally dragged myself out of bed, and it actually turned out to be a fairly productive day. I went to Old Navy with Keri, and then to a GSSA meeting. I spent a couple of hours studying and for the first time actually made some sense of Emerson's "Self-Reliance," and have since been chilling. And it feels good to chill.

However, I still have to edit all five of the things I turned in to creative writing this semester, plus scrounge up some sixth thing to turn in, and all by Friday at noon. Whoo boy!

Grr! I don't know what to do about my Sims 2 games. I sent a request for help and all the douchebags told me was that "other players are often the best resource" and to post something in the Sims 2 forums. Yeah, because I hadn't tried that already. Douchebags.


All that money and that time and that effort. Gah!

I'll figure this out, though, damn it. Somehow!

P.S. This lady makes me want to get back into plushie-making (if you count making one ragdoll as having ever been "into" it in the first place) soooo bad!