Today I had a big, very important biology test. I didn't realize we were even having one until about 5 minutes before we took it. Can't wait to get my grade back on that one. Maybe I'll take to incinerating my bad exams in the privacy of the woods, like I did in high school. Of course, it's not like I have to hide my bad grades from my parents anymore. I'd just be clearing my conscience. With fire.

In the past two days I think I've done more running than I've done in my entire life. Add that to tennis class and the result is one tired mofo: yours truly. I actually fell asleep in my car yesterday. (No, I wasn't driving; it was between classes.) It was so sunny and warm and I thought, I'll just put the seat back and little and---ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

Outside the fail of the real world, I'm working on my first fanmix. I'm thanking my lucky charms (haha, leprechaun reference for St Patty's Day who cares I don't) that I've got access to good audio editing programs and resources. I'm such a prickly snob about my music that I won't even listen to anything under 192kbps. (And I wonder why my fanvids are these 800mb/44khz uncompressed monstrosities.) I actually spliced this one section of a Pink Floyd song and meticulously lined it up so I could get a good instrumental fadeout. (It was from Dark Side of the Moon, where all the stupid songs run together.) I had to sacrifice the last verse, but oh well. It wasn't relevant to my mix anyway.

Now, I think I'm going to go find someplace warm and sleep through dinner. Gn8.

NEWSFLASH! Baby black snake infiltrated my domicile. (Oh Jesus, it was love at first sight. Hearts popping in the air and everything.) I played with it for a minute or two (it crawled all over me and was so cute, I ought to be ashamed of myself) and then took it outside to set it free. This is like the third incident in a year where I've rescued a snake. If I'm meant to be some kind of St Francis of serpents, hey, that's fine by me.

What a nice way to close the day, helping little creatures.

It's about time, and no one could be happier about spring break coming early than me. I've got a queue of stuff lined up to do, most of it fun and/or fandomish, so hopefully this little respite will be a productive time for me. If not, I at least expect to get ahead on some projects, such as fanvids and smutfics and the things other normal people do on their spring breaks.

In boring real life news, tennis is awesome and I'm pretty good at it (haha, I'm a raquetballer so I tend to slam the shit out of the ball) but I need a new racket like yesterday. I also think I've run the stuffing out of my old sneakers, so some new ones might be a good idea. These long days at school are tolerable, even though it's misery first thing in the morning. I'm not a morning person by nature, not because I'm a lazy slob, but just because I seldom get a decent night's rest. I'm capable of being a morning person, but only after 8 hours of unbroken sleep. And that almost never happens.

My question to you: what time of day person are you and why? I know artistic creativity tends to run stronger during the night hours, so I sympathize with all you sleep-deprived artists and writers.

Forecast says there's a 70-100% chance of rain and snow this week, which might just cancel school and make me outrageously happy because I'm starting tennis on Tuesday and I'm really not looking forward to staying on campus until 4 pm two days a week. I know it's just delaying the inevitable, but it's still a delay.

I'm in the process of cleaning out my PC in preparation for a long-overdue archiving. I also have a brand new 750 GB external harddrive for all my nefarious endeavors. Can't wait to get that sucker fired up.

This past Saturday I went to the big hamfest in Dalton, GA, where it was so mind-numbingly cold that my knuckles dried out, split, and started bleeding. The skin on my hands is so rough and dry that it's lost sensation in the first couple layers. I could probably do pushups on a nail bed right now.

All right, enough loafing. Back to work. *cracks knuckles and pieces of skin go flying everywhere*

P.S. Oh shit it's March. D8

Okay, well, I've nulled any accounts of mine at various little art sites I've joined over the years. I want to get to a point where I'm a little more consolidated and not strewn all over the internet. I also plan to discontinue the use of my fanfic journals (halofiction and shireworks) and use the new community I created as a fandom catch-all. It'll be a lot easier for me to maintain a comm instead of all those little user accounts. I won't delete the stories on them (like all my Metalocalypse fics on HaloFiction) but will rather permalink to them and post any new material at the comm, which I'm still getting set up.

In other news, I'm becoming a horrible student. But is it really my fault that fandom is more fun than school? Here's a question: what's the worst thing you've ever done (or not done) in real life because you were so bent on your fandom? Me, I think skipping class because I stayed up too late the night before writing fanfic is the worst I've ever done...and that was this morning.

Everything seems to be going amazingly shitty lately. I'm having trouble housebreaking my dog, I've got textbooks shipped late and delaying my participation in two classes, and I even had to drop a class because I had no fucking clue when the goddamn thing started. One of those "last 10 weeks" of the semester things. (Did I mention I'm enrolled at two colleges this semester? It's a buttfucking nightmare.) I'm livid and just fed up tired right now.

If anyone has a joke or a funny comment/video to share, share away. I could use a good laugh right now.

With my final year of school about to touch down in T minus two weeks and counting, I've suddenly decided to get things done. Or maybe I'm just waking up from a long, lazy summer of un-productivity and sloth.

Today I put up the Original Poetry section of my site. I can't suppress my natural urge to edit even a copy/paste job. I'm a natural born editor. Damn. I don't know how I'm going to get through the Original Fiction. Thank God there's only a whole one fic to post.

Speaking of original stuff, I'm going to submit a short story to a popular magazine in hopes of winning the cash prize. No other reason. Young whores might as well learn the trade early on, right? Right. Of course, I still have to write the story...

In other news, since getting my motorcycle permit I've been looking around at rides other than the 150cc Sym that is my principal 2-wheel transport. The 250 Yamaha Star has caught my eye, but I doubt I'll be shelling out the cash for it in times like these, even though it's not too pricey. I've got more important things to focus on...like saving instead of spending. Nnnrrrrhhh.

I'm reading 1984, which was never a part of my high school curriculum. I've got a running list of classics to read and this happens to be one of them. It's not Stephen King, but at least it's something.

Thinking about changing my major. Again. Schools, too. My potential occupation field doesn't seem very promising. I just need something I can do until I publish my first book and garner the hatred of the world like my hero, Stephenie Meyer. In any case, graduating from tech school sounds so much more badass than a state college.

Started reading another Clive Cussler novel, Plague Ship. I inherited it from a cock-up of duplicate birthday gifts. As formulaic and predictable as they are, the dude knows how cultivate suspense and action. The sheer volume of his work is pretty admirable, too. And at least I can understand what the hell is going on, unlike my last experience with a Cormac McArrghy novella. Won't go down that Road again.

Ahh. Dinnertime. Everything is well.

I can't remember ever having a semester that lasted so F***ING LONG. FIVE F***ING MONTHS. All I can do is swear right now. At least it's over for the next few months. God, the agony that was Spring '09.

I've already started to get caught up on extracurriculars. Just yesterday I wrapped up Chapter 11 of Wedlocked and posted it; now that I don't have anymore finals to study for I can focus on finishing some kiribans, fanvids, fics, and maybe even website construction. I'm gonna start out slow since I don't want to kill myself at the beginning of my summer break, and I definitely plan to spend a lot of time AFK and taking it easy. I think I almost burned myself out this time around.

I've been so damned busy for the past two months I've barely had a chance to think an un-school/work related thought, let alone work on art or fiction. (And I haven't updated Wedlocked in over a month. Please punch me in the throat.)

I've got a final coming up this Wednesday (I have the highest grade in my German class, hu hu hu...but then again there's only three people in it) and another one the week after. And then I'll be free for the summer. I've got so much to do... In fact, if you look on my website (or below this entry if you're at my website) you'll see my current To Do List. It hasn't changed since I put it up.  (Another throat-punch please.)

Last night I had a dream that I was taking the SAT in a classroom crowded with shouting college students and blaring TVs. I had already arrived late at the school, and everybody else had finished with their SATs. I was moved to an empty classroom to complete mine. The problem was each of the sections I had to read were sort of like movies that had to be watched in your head, and I couldn't make it through one of them without being distracted. Then in comes this loudmouth professor with his film and chorus students or something. At first they were okay, but gradually everything devolved into chaos and pandemonium. I kept moving and finding a new seat, but I still hadn't completed one section of my test. The clock was ticking. Finally I'd had enough.

"I can't work here!" I shouted at the professor, gathering my books. "Your students are distracting me! I'm taking the SAT, do you know that!?"

The professor tried to insist that his students were angels, but I stormed out in disgust. I marched to the main office and asked for a quiet place to take my test. Unfortunately, all of the empty classrooms were locked, the library was closed because it was a holiday, and the staff and everybody was going to leave in an hour. There was no way I was ever going to finish my SAT. I still had seven more sections to do.

I was still wandering around and fruitlessly begging anybody for help by the time I woke up.

My head is still aching.