Here comes the sun! (do do doo do)

After a blurry, grey, and mostly uneventful semester, it is finally sunny! Before last week it rained for about 20 days straight. And then there was SUN. And it was WARM. And you could tell just by looking at the people because everybody was like "OMIGOSHALIGHTSOURCE!" and I was like "SQUEEHUZZAHALIGHTSOURCE!" and all the plants were like "Hooray!" and so they're green now. Except for the flowers. They come in other colors. And speaking of flowers, a random field of dandelions decided to spring up within view of my window, so when I wake up, the first thing I see is a field of flowers. Cool or what?

And now that it's all nice and springy, I get to go home! Cue happy dance. Home to the place where it is warm, and there are snuggly pets, and no homework for months. Unfortunately, home requires packing. So that's what I'm doing now. Packing. And then I get to go finish my last homework assignment, and say bye to the single friend I have up here, then it's off to the 14 hour road trip with my dad. I really can't wait. All this packing and studying is making me really tired.

I have a ton of plans for what to do over the summer. I'm gonna get a job, for one thing. There's this nice tea shop/cafe that I'm looking at. It seems fun. I'm also going to get a shop on Etsy and start selling some jewelries for extra money. And I'm going to play Rift! And I'm going to write stories! But right now, I just want to sleep. The first thing I do when I get back is grab the nearest cat, hug it against its will, and possibly use it as a pillow for a very long nap. I could try to do this with Kuma, but a 120 pound dog is slightly less portable than a 5-10 pound cat. I am aware that they have sharp parts, but frankly I'm too tired right now to care. Maybe I'll be lucky and my parents will have gotten SoftPaws or something.

Dear Teachers,

In case you ever wondered why I have issues with turning in the outlines for my essays, it is because they look like this:

That is all.

Update #3

-To start things off with, SNOW!!!

As you can see by the crappy photo I took out of my window, it's been snowing since last night and now the world is all happy and white.

-I ordered my first pizza today (big milestone, I know). Medium cheese pizza with bacon. Essentially, a bacon pizza. The bacon pizza was a half hour late, which made me a little annoyed at first, but then super happy because I didn't have to pay for it! :D

Three happiest words ever?

Free. Bacon. Pizza.

-I will start a game of Vampire: The Requiem with some friends I met through NaNoWriMo. My creepy qualities now have an outlet. Be afraid.

-After a little bit of deliberation with the other officers of my guild, we have decided that I am now one of two leaders of the group we have on WoW. I have responsibilities now. Fear them.

-If I don't finish four design projects by Tuesday, I fail the course. But no pressure, right? Right?!

-Thanksgiving break was fun. I sat back, and relaxed, and spent quality time with the pets. I came home with some new nail polish and lots of cat hair because that likes to stick to my wool coat. It was nice to not work for a week.

-I dropped my drawing class because I really couldn't handle it anymore. The professor is like the white version of Morpheus from The Matrix, and as cool as that sounds, it isn't. I'd have my brain turned upside down at 9 in the morning and then a half hour after the class ended, I'd walk into yet another class still confused. I'm under too much pressure for that. Also, I don't think I'm really into drawing anyway, I didn't really need those extra 3 credits, and it was just an extra class worth of homework I had to do. So no more drawing.

-I failed at NaNoWriMo, but I knew I would. I have too much homework to devote any time to writing a novel. Still, I'm glad that I at least tried.

-Did I mention it snowed?

NaNo!

It's November again, and you know what that means! My hopes and dreams of writing a novel have risen again, despite failures too numerous to count and the pile of homework I'm drowning in. Last year, I only lasted five days but still got 10k words written. This year I'm starting from scratch with an idea I never really entertained before.

The idea?

There were some elves who were at war with some other people, and they were all pretty and lived in an enchanted forest. Some random person decided to curse said elves and Voila! The Drow were born!

Now, this year is going to be a little bit different than last year. Rather than deleting things I got wrong, I'm going to jump a line or two and rewrite them. Why? To show the process of writing and what goes through my head while I'm doing these things. Because honestly, as long as I've been writing stuff, I still don't know what I'm thinking.

Anyway, I doubt that I'll win this year, but at least it'll be entertaining! Wish me luck!

Edit: Changed my mind! Instead of elves, I'm going to write about another idea I had forever ago, but never did anything with. Should still be fun. Also, I'm adding in a little word count widget so you can see how far I am. :D

Update on the Make Up Addiction

Remember how I said I'd never want another lipstick after Cherries in the Snow? I lied. I have since bought Wild Orchid and Really Red. They're both Revlons, though, so I guess I sort of stayed on track. Maybe.

Wild Orchid is a bright fuchsia pearl, which means that not only is it seriously bright pink, it also has an iridescent flash of purple/blue. Is that awesome or what?

Really Red is a matte, which means not shiny. Remember how awesome I said I looked in red lipstick? Multiply that by 10 for mattes.

I've also gotten four nail polishes: Orly Lunar Eclipse, OPI Catch Me in Your Net, some sparkly red from Walmart that's nice to look at but impossible to apply, and a tiny pink Color Club that I can't remember the name of. I'm also running out of the only topcoat I have that doesn't make my Cherries in the Snow puff up with bubbles. I cries a sad cry.

On another note, my birthday's on monday! Whoo! I'll be turning 19, I'm pretty sure I'll be getting a coat for my birthday (which will be awesome since New York is really cold), but the rest of my wishlist consists of nail polish. No computer games. Nail polish.

I'm not entirely sure how that makes me feel. >.>

Disobedient Neurons

For any who might be wondering...

-NO, I haven't done my laundry yet. Bite me.

-YES, I am almost entirely out of food, but I'm sure I can survive on pancakes and oatmeal. I will find a way to the grocery store eventually.

-NO, I haven't been very social lately. Wanna know why? I'm not social!

-Also, I have not received my textbook in the mail, no I don't know which mailbox is mine yet, that extra money I spent was on nail polish, and the coat I like is this one but I'm still open to suggestions.

Rawr.

And the reasons for most of these? My brain's on vacation. I've sunken into this odd mindset of being capable of doing one responsible thing per day. For example: I wrote out a daily schedule for my homework. I told myself that I would stick to this and I'm going to be a responsible little nerd and get all of my late work done so that I can actually focus on the homework that's due this week. And then I was all warm and glowy from this responsible making of the schedule, and my brain decided that was enough for the day.

Or like yesterday, I sat down to do my design homework. I put in my headphones to keep me focused (and then proceeded to watch old Stargate SG-1 episodes for a couple hours), then got out my art supplies and cut paper to the right size for my project. And I was like, "The paper is the right size now! Woohoo!" And my brain was like, "Yeah, I'm done."

So it took a coffee break. Until this morning.

If anybody still reads this blog and knows anything about getting my neurons to function against their will, please help?

P.S. You know that design project? It's due today. Ha ha haaa....*facepalm*

Happy School Year (sorta)!

Actually, school started a couple weeks ago but I was too lazy to write anything. I am now in my second semester of college! Whoo! My classes this semester are English Lit, Art History, Design 2, Drawing 2, and Color and Concept Development. Yeah. Four art classes, and no math. Somehow, even with my total inability to comprehend numbers, I think a math may have been easier.

I'm realizing that one of the things I like most about college is the professors. Not just their teaching styles, but that they have really vibrant personalities. To get this across, I shall do some impersonations. Some of these are less impersonations than they are straight up quotes.

-English: "So by a count of hands, who thinks the main character got what he deserved? Who thinks he didn't? Who doesn't give a shit?" People actually raised their hands on the last one. xP

-Art History: "A fetish object is something that a person gives power to. I could carry this mint around in my pocket for good luck and be like that guy from Lord of the Rings with My Preciou-" *cracksmash* "Oops, I dropped it."

-Design: *gives an hour and a half long demonstration on how to mix water with gouache*

-Drawing: "But where is your mind? If I smash open your head, will I find one? How does the weight of the second floor get down to the first floor? Can you see the energy? Then how do you know it's there?"

-Colors: "Colors aren't real. You see, if I put this this piece of paper on top of that one, it changes. And if I put the same color on top of another one, it changes again. And if I put a darker one underneath the bottom one, it gives the illusion of space. Okay?" Meanwhile, the students' minds are doing backflips trying to figure out why this works.

Sometimes I think that English and Colors are more like Psychology classes, and Drawing is more like Physics. I'm pretty sure that what I'm paying these people to do at this point is to tie my brain into knots every Thursday. I don't know what's real after my Drawing class. It's like the freaking Matrix. o.o

In addition to that, there's my dorm. Somehow I lucked out and the only room that was available to me this semester was a single. This means that when the roommates are loud, I can close my door and read in peace. It also means that I have privacy, lots more space to do things and not feel claustrophobic in, and nobody is telling me that I'm a dirty, lazy person who brings food into her room and leaves it there. Please to kindly ignore the two-day old cheese on my desk.

My roommates are nice, which is a big improvement over last semester when half of them ignored me and the other half yelled at me because there was fuzz on the carpet. They're loud and frequently (if not daily) invite friends over and then become even louder, but this is not as much of a problem because I have a door.

Precious door.

...my preeecious.

*hug*