sit down son

Okay, so take one part Kuchiki Byakuya [Prissy sowrdsman with strange hair and massive scarf thing]...



Add one part Kikumaru Eiji, insane silly acrobatic tennis player...



What is your result?

( Well you'll have to click. )

AT HOME. Have been since yesterday evening, not that's it's overly noticable. I mean, I'm still online. XD There are so many computers at my house that it's silly. I have comandeered the laptop and now I WANT ONE KTHX. ;___; Sitting in the living room curled up with it on my lap? Perfection.

An interesting observation from the other night by Snuzzie:

Gimmjaw = Atobe. OMFG. XD Too funny. XD

I'm kinda lacking in other amusing things to write about and therefore will prolly stop writing before I make some truly atrocious typo where I somehow drag the cursor back and start typing in the middle of the sentence.

Because for some reason, I do that on this computer. >.>

Still cold. Evil. I eagerly await the return to proper April weather.

OH. And I actually went to church.

Yeah, that's right. Fall over in shock now.

I'll get the smelling salts.

I just FLOODED my userpics with Bleach. WHEEE.

Um. Um.

It's late.

But I have lots of new icons.

And hakuren is entirely brilliant.

A Aizen stole Grimm's shuvel.

Um.

Hahhahahahaha. time to sleep.

Done with tests for THIS week, have two essays and another test next week.

You know that rough draft? The one I wrote the morning it was due while not-feeling-my best? Yeah. The prof has totally told me like, 3 times now how great she thinks it is and how she liked it even better on a second-read through. sdakjshdajsdajhsdak WTF. XD I WIN AT LIFE, OBVIOUSLY.

In life-goals news, I keep imagining myself teaching classes and what my profs do that I would emulate and what they do that I would avoid. Hahahahahaha. I really think it's my calling in life. I just have to GET THERE. Whee.

Rode today for the first time in weeks on account of the OMG SICK AS HELL thing and now feel like rubber because lsakjdlkjasdlksdadsalkjdslk I am out of shape. Not on.

FUNNY STORY.

I'm an understudy for the play "I Hate Hamlet" this semester, so on occasion I have to go to rehearsals. Today was one of those days. And one of the actresses is apparently ADD and her meds are low so she kept stacking things from her purse in front of me like gifts, which was pretty hilarious, but the best part by far was towards the end.

She wrote me a check. Signed and everything.

For Monkey Sex and 22 cent. [memo: fur]

I laughed for over an hour and it's now on my wall.

IN OTHER NEWS. The AMAZING SNUZZ AND RIAH have been working their little fannies off for the past....oh, 48 hours or so and that Bleach AU RP I mentioned yesterday in the throws of excitement? Is totally open and ready to go and shit and we've been having some fun times already and HOI YOU LOT. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO CHECK IT OUT. I'm playing Renji and Gin. ;)

ALLOW ME A MOMENT TO SPAM YOU:

( OKay. Because I know it's up on other journals I'll be nice and cut this. BUT LOOK AT IT. IT'S PRETTY. )

YOU BETTER HAVE CLICKED THAT IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET. IT'S ACE.

Moving on. I love every single tennis boy in brawl. Nuff said. I think you're all entirely brilliant and want to hug/love/molest/stalk you all. ♥ Or just make really bad puns about names. >.>

I've made it through ALMOST the first week of classes with very, very little sleep, as per usual. Even worse than usual, honestly, because I have this evil, evil thing this time around called "morning classes." When you take into account that one of the reasons I dropped Latin last semester was that it was too early and that was at 10...Well. German, which I stuck with [the other reason had been that having Latin at 10 and German at 1 MWF was brekaing my brain into itty bitty pieces of languages and they never went back in the right spots], German this semester is at 9. v____v that is my very sad and sleepy face. it sucks. HOWEVER. THIS prof actually EXPLAINS things and explains new concepts of grammar in ENGLISH. akdhasfjhksjdhaskds. Amazing. So I have a 9 o'clock MWF and then on TH I have a 9 o'clock riding lesson so I wake up between 7:30 and 8:30 every day of the week. Maaaaan. Considering my typical sleep schedual means I DO NOT go to sleep before like, 3 am EVER....akjdhagfjhsdgjhasdgsd.

Oh, and Wednesdays are HELL. I had not realized this. I will make it though. [9- German. 10- hour break. 11- Geology *snoooorrreee*. 12- 2-hour Geology lab (the prof has a cute French accent though...). 2- Brit Lit (Okay. it's Griffin. I love this woman.). 3:30- Lit and Revolution.] So other than an hour break at 10 to pump my veins with caffiene...yeeeaaah. The last class ends at 4:45. It sucks. Hardxcore. I'll live though. I have ONE class on TH and other than riding that morning...that's it. I'm at work right now because Mallory asked me to take her shift. Buuut as I have about $15 left to my name, this is good. It makes tomorrow's paycheck a bit nicer.

Auditions were last night and the night before. For the three plays this semester. They decided not to do callbacks.

I'm not doing any of the plays this semester. Which is sad.

But honestly. I have auditioned for almost everything since I got here. That's a lot of plays. I have managed to get small parts in three. Is the difference between my percieved ability and my actual ability that great? I mean, really. And it's not like I don't get to know the profs who direct them either. I housesit for one of them! And still. Nothing. I'm not some random person that just shows up, I don't have evening classes just so I have a better shot and still. Nothing more than like, 10 lines or so I think I had in Our Town, spring of freshman year. I'm stubborn though, I still have another year to try for. And maybe this will be good. Rasien DID try to kill me last semester. 4.0 again? I hope!

And I came to a conclusion earlier in American Lit. In which she actually re-arranged us to sit alphabetally. What are we, elementary kids?? I mean. I haven't had to do that since like, the BEGINNING of high school. Dumbdumbdumbdumb...But that wasn't the point. The POINT is that I really dislike Whitman. Particularly the two random deth-y poems she had us reading. If it weren't for the fact that Prufrock is on the sylabus, I would be seriously concerned for this class. Icky poems and a seating arrangement. kjdhakjsds I don't like sitting in the MIDDLE of the classroom. It's icky. Side. PLEASE. But alas, my name is in the middle of the alphabet so I am dooomed. DOOMED, I SAY. So of course today as she's going on and on and on about Whitman and trying to draw us into discussion about these stupid birds in these pointless poems I'm just sorta staring. This is, of course, I about ten minutes after I have discovered my continuing lack of ability to get a role. So hey. I was entitled to be mildly moody at least.

Though, spekaing of Whitman. Jamie is still being lame. Lame lame lame lame. *grumble*

HOWEVER. I have lots of fun plans for the weekend including a showing of homemade movies, a long event of watching the original Star Wars trilogy and then getting coffee with an amusing friend WHO LIKES BLEACH :D :D :D on Sunday. He got a kitty and named it Yoruichi. BRILLIANT, INNIT?

Oh, still working on PoT. And I swear I will be tracking down icons for it because kasdjhskdajhsajsdkjhsdasjhaddicted. And I need to use them on Snuzzie. >D WHO I LOOOOVE. ♥!

Obviously Fae and my other dear brawlers have eaten my brain. LOOKIT THIS AWESOME BLEACH-NESS. :D :D. Speaking of which. I wrote Bleachfic the other day. IchiIshi as it too has eaten my brain over HERE.

Annnnnd I'm cleaning my room, getting ready for the break and being kicked out, etc etc. Have 78 diet coke cans now NEATLY stacked. Go me. Drinking #79. But mind, this is over the course of the semester, kay?

Done with exams. Hard semester. Will see how things turned out. Should be alright. :D I am not, however, anticipating a 4.0. Woes.

UMMMMM. Right. Going AWOL this weekend to dogsit. Etc etc. OH CRAP LAUNDRY FINISHED AGES AGO. *goes to get* BAI.