nottofifty

Son of a bitch.

Does anyone know if Microsoft still fixes red rings for free?

Self Observation: Don't Touch Me

I do not like being touched. At least, I don't like being touched by people I don't know. I'm sure anyone watching me can see my face go from : ) to >:O with a tap.

I was indoctrinating the new players to the D&D group the other day (more on that later), and I was checking to see if I could transfer this girl's 2.0 character to 3.5 rules. I am now familiar enough with 2.0 to look back on my younger, naive self and laugh right in his face for even thinking such a thing might be possible.

Anyway, I was sitting there happily going over her old character sheet when BAM! out came the grumpy anti-social gnone in me. My initial thought was that she was leaning over the chair I was sitting in resting her chin on my shoulder, but I've since come to the conclusion that that's silly and it must have been her hand.

Needless to say, I was nonplussed. Not only was this chick who I had met five minutes ago violating my personal bubble, I thought she was doing it in a very weird way.

I'm practiced enough to not freak out or draw any attention to it, but man. I hate that.

Self Observation: Misdirection

The worse mood I'm in, the more likely I'm going to use an emoticon indicating the opposite.

I have to take a class on java for some reason.

I'm getting really, really frustrated (read: pissed off) with my inability to comprehend java.

Ad whores.

So Youtube has popup ads now? Great, I totally want to close a new window everytime my songs end and I'm not paying close enough attention.

EDIT: Hm, it looks like those pop-ups are only certain channels, like those owned by major corporations. So another reason for me to watch only videos uploaded by the little guys!

My Week in Music: Okay, It's More Than A Week's Worth edition.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can probably see by now how the music I listen to is governed by related videos.

Title.

Hard drive failure on laptop. I now can only access the internets at the library.

Sucks to my asmar.

My week in music: Suprisingly light on showtunes edition.

Okay, I'm taking another stab at having at least a weekly update. I know I've tried this before, but guys, I'm being super serious, this is totally different. I can feel it.

I'm going to try once a week to post the music I've been listening to repeatedly on said week. You guys are lucky I didn't start last week, or it would just have been "Happiness is a Warm Gun" over and over and over.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I may or may not be in a depressed funk. And I may or may not be listening to a lot of really down music because of it.

 

I hate politics.

I'm not going to be convinced to vote for your candidate just because you write "Vote McCain" or "Vote Obama" on the sidewalk. Two word commands do not work on me.

Do people really think that's approach is going to work on anybody? Does it work on people? That's a frightening and saddening thought.

We don't need no thought control.

Okay, things have settle down into some semblance of a routine here after what was essentially a situational and social upheaval (aka going back to school), so I guess I can maybe blob about stuff now. Aren't you blessed.

School itself will be the subject of this ego trip. Or, more precisely, classes.

 

Japanese: I've already been over this. My weeabooness has let me down before (curse you Evangelion and your mind-raping!), and it's certainly done it again. It's better now that I actually have a text book and I've finally managed to memorize all the hiragana, but I suspect that this will just be a lull in the action. We start katakana soon. NEW ALPHABETS COUNT: 2.

 

Introduction to English Studies and Ways of Reading: I don't know what this class is supposed to be about. I normally don't turn to those stupid mission statements that are always in the syllabi, but this time I felt it was prudent becasue so far we're only really reading poems with no direction or guidance. Of course, it wasn't actually in the syllabus this time. This class is big on reading but really light on written homework, so that's kewl beans.

 

Introduction to Grammars: I also don't know what this one is really about. In our reading, we're basically learning about the history of dictionaries and grammar guides. In class, we're doing cryptograms and watching videos about wear language is stored in the brain.

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We also have to learn to spell everything phonetically, which basically mentions I have to learn another alphabet that's about half composed of the regular English alphabet and half composed made up squiggles. But it's fine, the teacher's awesome. She's got the name of a german mad scientist, the accent of a WASP, and the sense of humor of an English professor. Plus she hates teaching for 3 hours but can't let us go until time is up, so we usally get about a half hour to an hour's worth of goof-off time.

 

Wellness: I don't care to remember the actual name to this class. All I know is I have to excercise for this class, and I therefore hate it.

 

Calc 1: Um, this class is fine. Not hard, not a bad teacher, not uninteresting. The only problem is the same problem I seem to have in every math class; all the other students who just can't wait to answer every single question because, hey, they're just soooo good at math.

I'm a snob, I know. Especially because I just love it so when everyone ends up being totally wrong because they're reactionary and don't think.

 

Volcanoes: It's a class about Volcanoes. It's ridiculously boring, but there is virtually no workload. Stupid core curriculum.

 

 

And, uh, that's it. I have 6 classes, 9 books (which so far have amounted to about 600-650 duckets, and that's because one still hasn't come in), and Thursdays are totally free. I am swamped with work, mostly reading, and I know have enough spending money to easily distract myself. It should be a fun semester.