everyone loves a liar

I finally got a schedule for next semester. English, because I never got around to finishing that. Survey in art history, the second one, I have credit for the first one from AP art history. Gothic art history - northern Europe from 1150 to 1450. And Survey in Mondern Art. I'm looking for a minor. I really have no idea, you guys.

In other news, my roommate came home from the grocery store with 3 varieties of candy cane, none of which are peppermint! We have cherry rainboow, chocolate mint, and Spree. It's pretty exciting. We're waiting to open them until we watch the Big Bang Theory tonight. bc that's our favorite show and if you don't watch it you should. House is too dramatic. We watch tv for escapism, so c'mon!

Laura(the roommate) and I also decided that if we're watching tv or something we can interject "Dog!" to point out cute dogs (aka ANY dog) on tv without being rude or having to explain ourselves. It's nice to live with someone who gets you, lol.

I think it's time for some coffee.

So... I'm resigning for the semester. That means I'm leaving classes early and not getting grades or credit for the semester. But I'm enrolled for next semester and this lets me stay in good standing at school and not wreck my GPA. I'm not going home, I'm staying in BR to see "every career counselor you can think of" and "figure out what you're actually happy studying" (my parents). And I am so freaking relieved! I'm not failing out of school and I'm not quitting. I'm changing my major and figuring things out. 

 So.. the last month-ish was really bad for me. I got into a depression pit and just slept, like through class, through friends, through everything. I finally called my doctor and we talked about how I accidentally on purposed went off basically all my meds over the summer, so restarting welbutrin and adderall. Tiny tiny amount today. Adding on a tiny bit tomorrow. Checkin is saturday. Its good so far. Mostly. I still might just have messed up school pretty bad. But life is better. I'm more awake than I have been since May. I had FRIENDS over to MY APARTMENT. We made dinner and hung out! 

 So, the other night while talking to a fairly cute boy for far too long on aim, then the phone, i discovered the world of Turkey Hats. What image first comes to mind when I say that, Turkey Hats?
Something about like this?
 

That's all well and good, but THIS is the first thing that appears on google image results:

It's a baby hat. If you think its ridiculous, that's ok actually. After some research I found that this hat was knitted by a new mom who's baby was in the ICU and she crafts to keep herself sane. Adorable. But really, there's so much more.

If you don't think you can handle TURKEY HATS go no further, if you can, please, ( click here )

So, I'm back in Baton Rouge and had my first day of summer school today. My roommate Mary's boyfriend, Nathaniel is here. Which is fun. ANd right now one of Nathaniel's friend's is here. I'm happy to be with friends again but really sad to have left others in Dallas. 


I rode a camel and used Spanish to buy drinks in Africa. Win.

( a couple more pictures )

 I want Wide Awake to be updated!!! Yet, I know it's only supposed to be the last chapter and epilogue and I do not want it to end :(.
 
Also, this:

 I've been sleepy for days, but I don't mind.

This weekend was the Vagina Monologues at LSU, and you should all be jealous that you didn't attend. Mostly because you missed the giant vagina entrance, as well as some great performances. I was on a committee specifically for the construction the the vaginal entrance. And then I used the word "clit" with my father. Because we had a large Chinese lantern for the clit. Being involved was so much fun. There were two Claires involved who were both in my Women's studies class last semester, and one girl from my art class this semester.

The Vaginal Entrance:


Part of the Cast:
 

 So its end of the semester which means: TIME FOR NEW APARTMENTS!!! I love my roomie Mary, but we're never around at the same time which feels like living alone and is rather sad. So she's living with other music majors and I was looking. So first I thought I'd live with Sarah and Randi who I met in the dorms last year. But Randi has somehow gotten crazier and I don't think its a smart idea.
Then I met Kimberly. She's really sweet and that seemed fine. But then I was out looking for apartments with her and had a sudden feeling of "NOOO!" Then we talked about something else and I decided she was ok. A week later she asks if I would mind another person, Ann Marie. I know her, so that's fine. Then the 3 of us went looking for places. At the end of that day I went home, called my mom and started crying about how I didn't want to live with them. 

They are both sweet girls whom I like, but not good roommate material for me. They're sweet. I'm not. They're really prude. I'm not. They have schedules where they go to bed early. I don't. So My mom started asking about my other friends, beginning with Andrew, I was momentarily stunned. But my parents are totally ok with me living with guy friends. I don't think that's happening, not this year, but good to know. Oh yeah, Kimberly and Ann would be terribly scandalized by this.

So I'm about 98% sure I'm living with Lizzy. She's funny and an environmental activist and cool. Mostly she's cool. 

Anyway, I have to go talk to Kimberly and tell her I don't think we should live together. That is going to suck. I already quit my job this week and that sucks (but my job was sucking more).





Anyway. There's this other thing. This girl Lauren and I went to lunch Saturday which was cool. Except sometimes I feel like she wants me to trip up and tell her I'm not straight or whatever you want to call it. 
Backstory: I know Lauren from church. My friend Jessica earlier confided in me that she was really frustrated with Lauren because she's a gossip and Jessica was pretty sure that she talked about her as well. Then when the high school put on Les Miserables and we all went Lauren started telling me about how one of the lead guys in the cast was in her youth group and he was really flamboyant and she wanted to talk to him. I guess I got kind of quiet when she started talking about this because she asked me what I was thinking. And I didn't know what to say.

So, Lauren and I are walking into Whole Foods on Saturday and she says "Are you ever just so happy to like boys? I'm so thankful I do."
Maybe I'm paranoid, but I this isn't the first thing she's said. I'd really like to know what the hell she means.

waste some time with me.

http://hjkjkl0989.mybrute.com

 
rules:
1) Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
2) Post this meme with your answers.
3) Provide pictures and the names of 3 people.
4) Label which you would marry, shag, and throw off a cliff

I got: Johnny Depp, Spunk Ransom (aka, RPattz, aka Cedric Diggory, aka Edward, aka Salividor Dali), and Gerard Way.





This is a very difficult decision because, frankly I would like repeat shags with all of them. So.........

I would, 
Marry: Gerard. He's adorable and I have been in fangirl love with him since before I could drive.
Shag: Johnny. Too old/already has kids, not really marriage material. But more than shag-worthy.
Cliff: Spunk Ransom. (*ducks against impending fangirl attack*) I love him, but his face is kind of weird. And umm, I'm sorry. And yes I want him, but, I have no undying love for him. 



Also, I'm going to Dallas Tuesday!!!! If you're there call me. 9/898 1169

 So... I'm not a great wroter, but something has been bouncing around my head for awhile. And it's pretty dorky. "How so?" you ask, it's a Twilight fanfic.

Now.... is anyone brave enough and has read the books to read this and tell me which parts suck and need fixing, etc? Anyone?

Because I know a lot of it sucks. And there's too many words. And I'd rather be concise than wordy. i think.

in other news i bought mini bagels today and they are wonderful.

 In my drawing class there was a large still life set up and everyone chose different parts to draw. after we hung them up for critique one of the guys told me that I should hold my drawing above Claire's, because he thought they'd line up, and they did! Mine is on top and done in graphite so it's grayer. Claire's is done in charcoal on bottom.

 So... being the almost broke college student I am, i was comparing prices for processing and printing film. Since my Holga was made for medium format film (more expensive/harder to find than 35mm) (and I just bought some more of that...online), the only place that looks promising for developing in Baton Rouge is way higher than BWC in Dallas, which is great quality. 

Developing 120 film (C-41): BWC $2.05, Southern $4
Printing (5x5): BWC $0.60, Southern $1.60

So... then I calculated all this and Southern would be about $29.60
At BWC $11.60; plus shipping to and from (~$6) $17.60.

SENDING film to Dallas and having it sent back is almost HALF the price of doing it all in town! I would even save on gas by sending it out since I'd use the post office in the Union and I ride the bus to campus, instead of driving out to Government St.

Ugh.

Think I can show the people here this and get a deal? I'd really rather do it in town. I want to support local labs, since they're dying out so quickly, but this is rough. 

Also, I have a Physiology/Anatomy test today.  Lame.

 I was looking for an alarm clock... 



And then I found this....

So... for theatrical literature (aka, read a shit ton of plays) we were supposed to make a 3D collage about one of the themes in Oedipus the King.  I made mine about sight and what it means with different characters, etc.

( check out the EYE BALLSSS!!!! Optic nerves of pipe cleaner included. )</div></div>

Hello interweb. I got a toy for Xmas and you should check out the results. It's a Holga 120 CFN and its got this neato color flash.

( The pictures I took! )

 Umm, my one midterm is over! Yay! I filled a bluebook talking about impossibility of raising "gender neutral" children and then talked about it with my dad, He said that when I was little they gave me boy and girl toys, but I just went for the girl toys. Also, I'm back on good terms with my spanish prof, whom I may or may not have a mini-crush on.
Yes, I picked the most obnoxious color I saw for the meme.


If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.


And now I going to watch the movie "Dune" on my laptop. 

So... a week after Hurricane Gustav, my apartment still does not have any power. And the city has a curfew of 10pm, which may not be entirely bad, safety wise, etc, but it's rather inconvenient.

I'm bumming at my friend Karen's, even if I should "break up with her", because all my other female friends (who have electricity, at least) are a ridiculous clique that I don't want to be involved in most of the time. It reminds me of 8th grade when Kelly, Indira, and Josie all decided to hate each other and I refused to take sides. That was ridiculous.

Karen's roommates are 3 guys, only 2 of which I've met so far. One is a body builder and works on the nutritional staff at a local hospital, so he eats about 8 hard boiled eggs a day. The other used to be a barista(o?) and is just being a student now. The third whom i haven't met sells knives. And apparently makes a buttload of money doing it. They're all electrical engineering majors.

here's what I did this afternoon

So, after a fantastic day of "tiki tubing" I ended up in a fight reminiscent of middle school.

For those of you who do not know, tiki tubing is a wonderful lazy day activity. You go with a few (or in our case, 10) friends to a river tributary that has a tubing outpost. You pay the man $15 to rent an inner-tube for the afternoon, as well as floaties for your cooler, which you filled with beer and bottled water before leaving. Then you all get on you inner-tube and float down the river for several hours, drinking beer and getting sunburnt. It was awesome. At some point you start singing songs by Willie Nelson, Hank Williams Jr., and Enrique Iglesias.

( rant and self-examination HERE )