Uh-oh.

It is a very real possibility that I have just killed my mom's laptop...
I spilled water on the keyboard and now it won't work at all...

Oh dear.

Wow.

I just noticed that the Mortal Kombat soundtrack has a song by Napalm Death on it.

This is strange.

So...

I'm not going to California...Bummer.

It is cold here and rumored to be getting colder, which worries me. Our pipes have a tendency to freeze and break whenever it drops below freezing.

The dicks in my Sociology of Religion class keep getting dickier and supposedly they're going to be in my Human Sexuality class next semester. Big bummer.

That's all I've got for today.

Yep.

So...all but one paper have been vanquished. I still have an essay test to turn in by Friday..Then, finals..two of which I'm pretty sure are going to be take home essay exams...Then, December twelfth, I am FREE!

And I may be going to California. Totally rad!

This weather is not good.

It is very cold and very wet. I foresee ice in the near future...like, 4 hours from now. I have every intention of staying inside today. I will most likely curl up in front of my electric heater and pretend that it is a roaring fire.

In other news, I still have not completed my papers. Sometimes, I really do not like college.

And another thing, people do not know how to drive in crappy weather. A slick road does not mean that it is okay to drive really, really fast. Also, purposely fishtailing is not cool and it really scares the drivers behind you. I hate you.

Damn kids.

It really is.

Baby, It's Cold Outside - Leon Redbone & Zooey Deschanel- Elf Soundtrack

I really can't stay - But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
And Father will be pacing the floor - Listen to that fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well, maybe just a half a drink more - Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break the spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move in closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby, don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

I simply must go - But baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no - Baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been - How lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm - Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Gosh, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Boy, your lips look delicious
Well, maybe just a cigarette more - Never such a blizzard before

I've got to get home - Baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Think of my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get rid of that hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

Oh and here is something

Absolute bottom 50 commandments.

1. I AM THE LORD THY GOD. Thou shalt have no other jealously insecure cloud-dwelling superheroes before me.
2. Thou shalt not create graven images of any pre-teen hotties named Mary, to whom, at some later date, I may opt to slip a celestial roofie and knock up.
3. Thou shalt remember and keep the Sabbath day, lest holy broadcasts of professional football go unwatched.
4. Thou shalt honor first the lamb, and be blessed with mad yarn.
5. Thou shalt honor thy messenger Moses, lest thy face be molested by ravenous beard fleas.
6. Thou shalt not abort any "rape baby" unto whom I have bestowed divinely hideous deformities.
7. Speaking of which, thou shalt not laugh at retards.
8. Thou shalt not assume I give a crap about thy bills, dreams, or daughter's Leukemia.
9. Thou shalt not fear the reaper, dude.
10. Thou shalt not hock lugies from the summit of Mt. Sinai.

Find the rest here: Chickenhead

Papers everywhere!

Well, as any college person knows, the last few weeks of the semester are the most hectic. I have three papers due next week, two of which are 5 pages long and the other which is 3 pages long. I also have an essay test due next week, which consists of four questions, the answers to which are supposed to be two pages each. I don't mind writing, in fact I think I'm secretly obsessed with it. I just wish I would've started on all of these earlier. Ugh. I've knocked out the three pager, which was on the separation of church and state. The remaining five pagers are killing my brain, though.
I could care less if you are uninterested, but here are the remaining paper topics:
"Take any Sociological Theory and apply it to a novel situation"
"Explain how nationality issues in Eastern Europe played a role in the outbreak of WWI"

Luckily, I have until next Thursday to get them done.

I'm also seriously considering dropping my World History class next semester. Fifteen hours in upper levels would probably be more than I can handle. I also have to fill out my grant appeal and some other things so I can get a nice, fat subsidized student loan next semester.

Lots of people ask me what I'm going to do after I graduate with my Bachelor's in History. No, I'm not going to teach. I am actually going to get another Bachelor's degree, this time in Archaeology. What am I going to do with that, you ask? I have no idea. If I could make a career out of going to college, I probably would. I'm a glutton for punishment.

That's all.

Hah!

Oh man. Five day weekend begins tomorrow!

What will I do?

Write more papers and sleep.

Man, life is boring right now.

I did it.

I killed that paper. No paper has ever been so utterly defeated. Take that you swine!

Best experience ever: When some stranger in the line ahead of you totally buys your lunch, just to be nice. Fuckin' rad. I thought that shit only happened in movies.

Worst experience ever: Having the group of guys behind you talk throughout class and kick the back of your chair. Also, when you *politely* ask them to be quiet, they call you a bitch. Totally not fuckin' rad.

People are stinky, sludgy piles of shit.

Unknown song...

TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE CALLED

WUHHHH OOOOOH AHHHHH METAL LOOOORD, DOES NOT HELP.

Also, I need this:















Also Also: Fuck you professor, for not giving me the information I requested 3 weeks ago over the paper that is due tomorrow.