Oh, boy.

It's 2:47 o'clock in the morning and I have just started on my homework.

More of a real entry later on!

A Post -- Finally

I know I said I wasn't good at keeping up with my blogging, et cetera et cetera. But in lieu of somebody's emailing me and asking me when I was going to update my college blog, I finally decide to do.

First things first.

I am in Viva Las Vegas! So of course, I am three hours back in the past from most of you. I flown here from DC with Colleen last Tuesday. So far my time here has been amazing. Grady, my roommate this fall, has let me and Colleen stay at his house for the time being. His family has been incredible and his house is wonderful. And Vegas!

Las Vegas!

The lights! The rocks! The people! The heat! Oh, my GOD. The heat was a shock to me. Colleen put it quite well: "It's like a lion swallowed me!" so we have been keeping ourselves hydrated and air conditioning is everywhere, so that's good. I haven't decided which coast heat is the best; people who live here tell me to wait until I return to the east coast and rediscover humidity. We'll see.

School has been the fartherest thing on my mind now -- it being summer and all. I refused to work or take classes this summer. I guess it will have to be the last summer to bum off and play around. I was at Gally most of the summer, or northern VA at least. School is supposed to start late this year -- August 28 or something like that. Here is my Fall 2009 class schedule just because.

SOC 101, MW, 11am-12:20pm
Introduction to Sociology, need I say more? Requirement of my major.

COM 440, MWF, 1-1:50pm
Intercultural Communication Studies. I have no idea what this class might bring, but it's part of my major, so. The professor is also said to never touch herself when she is signing, so this might be fun.

DST 311, TTH, 9:30-10:50am
Dynamics of Oppression. What the title says. MJ also teaches this, I'm kinda looking forward to it. Requirement for my major as well. Okay, all of the classes I'm taking this fall is for my major.

DST 314, TTH, 11am-12:20pm
Oral Traditions Deaf Community. I was supposed to take this before my ASL Literature course last semester, but they let me flip it around so to fit my 4 year plan. I'm kinda worried about this; supposedly lots of writing.

HIS 111, TTH, 2:30-3:50pm
American History I. Yes, this is a requirement. No, I am not looking forward with it. I'm not terrible with history, except all the dates to remember. Maybe Dunham will be able to help me whenever I need her to :)

I also will be living at Clerc Hall with three other guys. I hope to get a job as an office assistant at the Residential Life office. I WILL have my car. A couple of my friends will not be returning to Gally... it will be a whole 'nother, different semester for me! I'll be a junior, and nobody can seem to believe it. I promise to update this more often... or at least without 4 months hiatus inbetween posts :)

Spring Break

I am in Maine,

And I've consumed about a bottle and a half of White Zinfandel.

I better close this off before I make a fool out of myself.

Oh, is it too late?!

Midterms

I just washed my face.

I had two naps today.

And no lunch.

Midterms has been relatively easy. I don't know why I'm very drained.

Emotionally, mentally, spiritually.

Spring Break in Maine. Oh, yes.

Going to bed now.

Semi-Snow Day

MY 10AM CLASS was postponed only 30 minutes later, so I got an hour extra of sleep in. Grady and I had been up and out all night before. We got together into his room to do homework.

Translation: order two larges pizza, watch some weird movie on the TV, watch porn on the laptop, talk about how it's snowing like shit, exchange ghost stories. Actually, we finally did our vlogs and then proceeded to go to SAC for orange juice. At 2am. Grady and I were telling scary stories and freaking out when a security guard came in.

"Don't you have class tomorrow?"
"No! We're gunna get a snow day tomarrow!" we sang.
"It stopped snowing, kids," he said.
"DO NOT WANT." I said with my voice. Sure enough, Gallaudet only opened two hours late so I slugged into class and bullshat around until it was lunch. 3pm class. presentation. I had to meet my group for our presentation -- then lo and behold...

"DST 201 Class is canceled today due to illness."

Forget the snowy ice in the road. Forget the pounds of wet slush. Forget the blinding tiny stabs of snow. The professor was sick. Naturally I felt sorry -- but I canceled the group meeting as well, sprinted back to the dorm, and got into pjs. I spent a good 5, six hours in bed with tea watching the AMC channel.

Even though I have shamelessly wasted the entire weekend away, it felt good to be completely unproductive. I'm just sorry I haven't been using that time to blog. I will when Nicole tells me -- but of course, it's not an obligation :)

Even though it is now March, it still does not feel like school has started. I have too much free time on my hands, then it is gone as soon as I discover I have something to do. I stress over it until it is completed and resume lingering around, rather than having to do homework constantly, like an assembly -- way more stable. For instance, I just realized I have a midterm assignment -- aw, hell. I'll worry about that tomorrow. I am in a dire need of Sprite then sleep. One good thing about having a Jewish guy as a roomie is that I can always depend on him for 75 cents.

Good night!

Happy Saturday

I'm sitting here staring at the laptop screen. Sunshine is pouring in, I have the window open, my new scarf is wound around my neck, and I'm just staring at the screen. Today is the Saturday after Thanksgiving -- precisely two days before the last week of this semester begins. I have so much left to do, you would not believe it.

I made the mistake of choosing to play first, work later, of course, because now I cannot play and when I do, I feel guilty and the thought of the work lurks at the back of my mind. I need to sit down and make a list of things I need to do and their due dates, so I check them off as I finish them one by one.

But... more than anything, I want to be at my mom's house, playing Sims and watching HGTV.

More than anything. Le sigh -- just remember, one more school week. This is one last week of stressing the shit out of myself, then five weeks off before the second semester. That's it, words of encouragement -- words of hope, Robert.

Walking on Heavy Air

I dreamed I was hearing, so I was, well, HEARING stuff and talking, but I can't really remember what happened. I woke up still thinking I could hear and didn't recognize my alarm going off. There was a pulsing vibration shaking my bed, and I was freaking out.

"Turn it off! How the hell do I turn it off?!"

I succeeded in turning it off, slept 30 minutes more, and ended up running my oily self into class. A certain professor wasn't in today so that made my day a bit better, and I got coffee, my secret lover and public drug, and quit the Honors program. That might cost me a couple of thousands in my education, but I don't care. I don't enjoy being in the shit they call the Honors Program in such an elite jackassed way.

I'm cranky.

I also finished a literature review last night that was due about, ah, two weeks ago. What else? I finally stayed on campus this past weekend, didn't see Dave, and ended up drinking in my room anyway. Alcohol can have such an interesting influence on you and your friends' relationship. My roommate is also still new to this drinking thing, so I am trying to corrupt teach him how to deal with drinking.

This entry had no structure or point. Like life.

I have been feeling emo lately (Oh, how I detest that word) and now I feel like lying in bed, drinking absurd quantities of coffee and reading all the books I bought the last 5 years without ever reading them.

I also want to become a linguist so I can stay at home and write and take care of children and wipe up dog doo. Is that a silly dream to have? Are dreams silly at all, if they suddenly come to us? Are dreams our subconscious' way of telling us that we're not happy with the way our life is going?

We'll know in due time, kids.