Last day of class.

I'm in class right now.

I would have gotten 65% on my essay, but because I handed it in late, I am stuck with a 40%.

Oh well.

...But, last day of class!

Must return overdue library books in about 30 mins. :-)

Fuck, I've missed so much painting class that I don't even want to show my face in there ever again. I've missed so much class in general, but I don't mind going to drawing, photo, English, or VCC. It's just painting I hate with a fiery passion. FUCK! I don't even care if I fucking fail that class; I'm switching my major from Art & Art History to just plain Art History after this year. I can't stand studios, they're a waste of my money. If I really want to know how to do a grisaille technique, I'll go learn it on my own! Christ.

Also, I've been playing Horse Isle a lot, which is really retarded but unusually addictive. My friend joins me for the fun, of course, because we're both losers who like passing time by playing stupid online games. But I swear, I'm going to get banned soon... talking to Neill on a daily basis has made me become a frequent curser (not in that he makes me so mad I curse, but that his cursing habit has rubbed off on me... damn Irish, haha). I cuss and swear so flippantly these days people have to do a double take because apparently I don't look like the type to ever say a bad word. But anyway. I've racked up a fair few rule violations on Horse Isle, so I'm pretty sure in the near future I'm going to get banned. :(

In other news, a trip to Ireland for two weeks in the summer will run me about $900. I haven't told Neill the approximate price, but he says he won't let me come see him if it's too expensive. I know he's just concerned that I'll be spending so much money (he tells me continuously that I'm silly for spending so much on him -- I pay for Skype time, plus other various things), but I pretty much told him either he meets me at the airport or he doesn't, because I'll be flying over anyway. School's out in April, it'll be so fucking easy for me to make that much money if I work a lot, which I am prepared to do. If I work five days a week, I'll probably make enough in a couple of months, easy. Just pay off my credit card bill, and book it through my travel agent friend. :D

On a happier note, I recently showed Neill a picture of me with long hair from last January and he really liked it. I might grow my hair out again then... I mean, I can properly use a hair straightener now, so I can actually look decent, instead of like a retard (as usual). He just really liked the long hair... he said it looks girly and sexy. I can't say I agree... but I don't mind. :)

I just got paid. By the middle of next week I'll be broke again. I owe my dad the remaining $138 of my phone bill... I have to go to the ROM (again) for a stupid project (again)... and I have to pay my credit card bill still. I can probably only afford the minimum right now... and then on my next paycheque, I can add some more. Well, unless the payment due date is past the date of my next paycheque, because then I'll just do it on that one.

And, as usual, I've left my photo project until the last minute. I have to go to the library tomorrow to get a book on El Lissitzky, otherwise I can't do my project. :( I hope they have one. If not, I'm pretty screwed. But anyway, I've got to go to school on Sunday to do it, and I'll probably be there for hours and hours again. And on Monday too... because I'm just that horrible a procrastinator.

I should probably end this post... the longest post ever left uncut. :D

Final words: Three months with Neill on the 1st of March! Wooooooo! So exciting. I... yeah. *blush*

-Me.

I find it moderately amusing that as soon as I start up something long-distance, immediately there are three guys in my area who are like, "omg lets make teh babiez".

Hahaha, wtf? Gents, your timing is perfect.

...I'm friends with them now, so it all works out.

I just thought it was funny. =)

So, I'm pretty sure my sister is under the assumption that I've... betrayed her?

Anyway... rant over.

Happy New Year! It is January first, which means we are now standing in 2008. Also, it means Neill and I have hit our one-month mark. Hooray, hooray!

Long-distance is tough, but I really hope it works out. :) He's just super sweet, and nice, and caring... <3 I'm kind of glad that Spencer stood me up, otherwise Neill wouldn't have happened. :D Sure, he may be in Ireland, but that doesn't matter right now. And when I am finally able to go over there, I am going to go, for like, a month or something. LOL.

I really hope 2008 turns out much better than 2007.

In 2007, what happened?

Oh yes, I remember.

Bad things:
-Dad was diagnosed with diabetes. (Feb)
-I was diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis. (March)
-Grandpa died. (May)
-Grandma was diagnosed with diabetes. (Nov)
-Aunt shows signs of diabetes. (Nov)
-Dad hospitalized for a swollen prostate. Four hospital visits in four days. (Dec)
-I have a suspicious bruise on my leg. (Dec)

Good things:
-I'm back in school, like I always planned. (Sept)
-I lost something. :) (Oct. 6)
-"Met" Neill in mid-November, became his "official "girlfriend December 1st. (Nov/Dec)

I hope '08 presents with less medical problems. I love to see the inside of the hospital and doctor's offices about as much as I love amputations.

I suppose I should end this and go downstairs... you know, hang with the family and get some lunch or something. :P If Neill comes online, he won't come online until past 7pm my time.

I have to get to work on a drawing assignment at some point... and finish playing Rogue Galaxy. Maybe start Prince of Persia. I dunno.

And yes, I know, I should work on Paper Crane. I feel so bad for not updating in a while, but I won't abandon it. It'll just take a while to get inspiration again.

Who knows... maybe today my sister won't treat me like such a jerk.

-Truffles

Mmm... Neill...

-Me

Maybe I'm a weird quasi-masochist.

So, as you can see, I have a poor sense of self-discipline, and a giant gap in my brain where the section on 'prioritizing' should go.

Speaking of CSI: NY, I think I should watch some now. Justify my gratuitous expense and all that.

My birthday's (sort of) coming up soon. Maybe people will give me money for my birthday and then when I go to buy season three (Out Oct. 7, according to various websites), I won't feel so bad about paying so much. Technically, it'll be like my friends bought it FOR me...

Before I go, though, I just need to add something amusing.

Here are some various things my professors/instructors said the past two weeks...

More later, probably. For now, this is it!

When my sister and I invest long hours of the day to watching season 2 of CSI: NY, for some reason we become extremely retarded. I don't think I've laughed more watching a television show -- and this one could barely be called a comedy.

-Truffles.

PS: I think I might be getting a new laptop.

PPS: School starts tomorrow... yikes!

So, my boss added me to Facebook, which is always fun. She's a super lady -- even if she does get a little depressed when she realizes she's twenty-one years my senior. "I'm old enough to be your mother!" she continually screams, waving her arms around in a flabbergasted, exasperated sort of way. Or not really. It's more of an indignant observation, actually.

I'm so tired. It's about 2am, and I should probably head to bed... I worked from 3-11pm tonight, and I can't believe the ladies wear people. You start signing at 10pm?! For such a vast and confusing area?! It's no wonder you weren't even half-done at 10:45pm! Gah!!

On the less-irritating side, there's this Gwen Stefani music box sitting on the perfume counter that seems to be motion activated. Every time you walk by it, it starts playing some overly sexualized song while a tiny plastic cutout of Gwen Stefani turns in circles, frozen in mid-grope (of herself). Oh no, wait... that's still pretty irritating.

I had some blood drawn yesterday after my 7am-12pm shift... the lab tech was Filipino! Just like 50% of me! And she was also sick as a dog, just like 100% of me. I practically ooze a trail of phlegm wherever I go. Anyway -- as usual, nobody can ever find my veins, so I had to sit there while she stabbed me a few times in my right arm (apparently, the one with juicier veins) trying to get some blood to come out. Then she kept ghosting a hand over my arm and saying, "Wow! Such a nice complexion! Like a baby!" And why did the receptionist-nurse look like she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep in over a week? I swear, she couldn't be less excited to see me every time I come into the lab, even if she tried.

And now, for my secret shame:

I keep watching The OC (season 1) on TV when it's on. And I pride myself on watching intelligent, sophisticated television? Hah! I'm so pathetic. Here's what I force myself (willingly) to endure:

I know I've watched it before, but that SVU episode with Martin Short in it gives me the heeby-jeebies. He's so creepy, doing that raspy voice and raping virgins... "Best sex I ever had." I'm not sure I can watch the Three Amigos the same way ever again.

Merlin, I need some dinner.

-M.

So, it was my sister's birthday on Wednesday and we went out to catch the IMAX version of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (at my expense, of course). Great movie, but totally not worth the extra few dollars to see it in 3D. Or rather, fifteen minutes of it in 3D -- just the climactic battle with Bellatrix and Lucius and such.

"Lucius' wand is too close!"

Also, this old lady that was sitting right beside me had to take a bathroom break, only it took her about five minutes to get past me. When she came back and crossed in front of me again, she stopped dead centre, grabbed me by the arm, and said, "I'm sorry, you know. Really sorry."

I was so startled all I could do was nod mindlessly.

Also, I started playing OotP for PS2 on Wednesday night and I finished it last night. By finished, I mean I defeated Voldemort. Really, the duelling system is pointless. You don't have a health bar, and often times the duelling is just a little break before the cutscenes happen.

Virtual Umbridge also pwned Virtual Harry in the game. "The Cruciatus curse will loosen your tongue!" *slap; wand drawn* It was such a fluid movement I almost didn't notice it.

Anyway.

So we went out to dinner at Montana's and I threatened to tell the waitress that it was my sister's birthday. My sister, promptly told me that if I did any such thing, I would be unceremoniously disposed of in a crude but effective manner. Or, she might have just said, "You tell them, and I'LL KILL YOU!"

This is, of course, because when it's your birthday at Montana's, they force you to wear a hat with moose antlers, sing you a birthday camp cheer, and then take your picture while you're at the height of your humiliation. I never go to Montana's when it's my birthday.

So anyway, I agreed not to say a word. Instead, I wrote 'Happy Birthday' on the big piece of paper they put on the table. =D

I think the coolest prank you can play in potions class (purely to annoy Snape) is to bewitch everyone's books so they yell out various parts of human genitalia when opened. "FALLOPIAN TUBE!" "URETHRA!" "VULVA!"

That would be spiffy.

-M.