So, I turned in my (mediocre) paper and finished my last final (which I think went okay, maybe). I am officially done with my first semester of college. I am packing, or rather, I am supposed to be packing as I sit here and type this.
I don’t know where this semester has gone. It seems like just yesterday I was moving into my dorm. Fuck, I was terrified. I thought I would definitely fail. I haven’t. I have found this place that I love. I complain about it sometimes, but I can’t imagine a better place for me to be right now. I am going to miss my campus for the month I am gone. I am not ready to be away for that long yet.
I don’t really acknowledge it much, but I have changed so much since September. I am much more mature, and I am slowly becoming more independent. College is good for me.
Home is not good for me. Being stuck in a house with my mom makes me revert to that whole immature smart ass thing. I can’t help it. She knows how to push my buttons and I don’t even have internet there to escape with. :( Plus, there are so many people in Sparta that I do not want to deal with. They are not good for me, and I don’t want them in my life anymore. But how do you say that to someone?
That said, I can’t wait to see Misch, Ariel, and some other home friends. I just kinda wish I didn’t have to stay an entire month.
This is fantastic. Doctor Octoroc is working on an album called 8-Bit Jesus, where each song is a chip-tune version of a classic Christmas song done in the style of a different NES game. Posted above is Super Jingle Bros. It’s amazing how well he captured the different styles of the games while still having the christmas song be recognizable. He has made 9 tracks so far which are all available for download here.
I am finished with my paper. Oh yeah. So, I just barely meet the length requirement… and that is with me changing the font of the periods to 14 instead of 12. It adds about half a page. Sweet.
This day just got so much better. Seriously. I can breathe again. Now I am going to go and find some food, and start studying for my last final. I can’t believe that my first semester of college will officially be over in like six hours. Where did it go?
Tennessee weather is seriously bi-polar. It is December, and two days ago, I could not even walk outside without wanting to cry from the cold. A bit ago, I was outside without a jacket eating ice cream and I was not at all cold.
Speaking of ice cream, I hate mint chocolate chip ice cream that is not green. I love the green mint chocolate chip ice cream though. It’s my favorite.
I wish I would have had more time to read this week. I really want to read more of Slaughterhouse-Five. I really like it so far.
My dorm room is a mess. I do not even want to think about having to pack and get everything ready to leave tomorrow.
I am indifferent about going home for Christmas. That makes me feel like a bad person. Shouldn’t I be excited to go and spend Christmas with my family?
Undressed?? I used to love that show, though I don’t think it was “cool” at the time to admit it..It’s kind of like admitting to watching porn..which is also great sometimes. It’s like watching a train wreck, you just can’t look away..haha
Ha! I loved that show! I must’ve watched every single episode that aired. We didn’t have HBO, Showtime, or Skinamax, so it was kinda like a soft softcore porn.
There was this one episode in particular that blew my mind because it featured Tommy the Green Ranger as the main guy! He had short hair, a skull tattoo on his arm, and was totally making out with a chick who wasn’t Kimberly. What a fucker!
Undressed was totally soft softcore porn and I loved it. Oh, you can watch it here.
The birth of her healthy baby girl makes Rajo Devi the oldest mother in the world — beating out the previous record holder — a Romanian woman — by 3 whole years.
She had tried conceiving during her younger years, but failed. Earlier this year, Devi began fertility treatments — 20 years after undergoing menopause — which eventually resulted in the pregnancy she had been praying for since marrying her husband in 1954.
“We longed for a child all these years sand now are very happy to have one in the twilight years of our life,” says Devi, who, according to doctors, is in good health.
So, forgive me while I rant about this. The woman is 70 fucking years old. 70. Why would anyone intentionally try to get pregnant at that age? You are putting your body and your unborn child at a much greater risk. Plus at that age it is unlikely that you are really going to be able to care for a child the way that you should. Even if you do end up living 20 years, you are not going to be capable of being the type of parent that a child needs. I don’t really like the woman that are having children in their late fifties, but that is so much better than this. Seriously. You are 70. you should have grown the fuck up enough to put someone else (your future child) and their needs before your own.
I showered. I got advised. I bought Christmas presents. I ate lunch (that is a huge accomplishment for me… I barely ever do). I registered for classes (16 hours). I brainstormed ideas for my paper. I downloaded music. This is really so much more than I normally accomplish.
I am so blaming you. In my advising meeting that I was just in, the advisor lady was talking about different classes that I could take to satisfy the humanities requirement. What was I doing? Hearing stupid William Shatner songs in my head. I also had a dream about him last night. *shivers* I blame you.