January 09, 2003 :: 3:46 a.m.
Pract always give you many dynamism
Ahem. I hate pro-lifers. I hate the police. I hate George W. Bush and the American government with a passion rivaling that which I feel for people who belong to the NRA and hunt for sport. Reading the news is bad for my outlook on life. And possibly my skin.
I was in a pretty nasty mood earlier, what with the fact that "all the news that's fit to print" is about war and racist, pro-life senators and cops shooting pet dogs. But then I proceeded to watch two episodes of Buffy, and now I'm feeling much better. Because, you see, where current events are bad for me, Buffy is not. Buffy improves my outlook on life. However, it does nothing for my skin. Alas.
I emailed my advisor about changing my schedule around this coming semester. I'd like to drop my two Digicom classes and replace them with two of the following:
Concepts in the Visual Arts
The Second Age of Empires
Encountering World Religions
Visual Art and the Religious Experience
Yeah, religion classes. Wacky. They're not Christianity-centered, though, which is why they're even remotely on my list. Besides, Encountering World Religions has kick ass books. I saw them when Adam and I went up yesterday. That and The Second Age of Empires are the two that I'd like to get, and if I decide to drop French and take something in its place I suppose I'd like Concepts in the Visual Arts. The much-anticipated Two-Dimensional Design class will be pulled entirely out of reach if/when I drop the major, due to the fact that it's a closed course this semester, reserved specifically for Digicom majors. Boo. But it's worth missing if it means I won't have to suffer through The Business of Information. Just seeing the books for that class made me incredibly sleepy. And also somewhat homicidal, but that's nothing very new or unusual.
Rufus has taken over the sink. It's very cute, as you'll see if you click here, but it's becoming inconvenient. I need the sink. It allows me to brush my teeth and wash my face someplace that isn't the bathtub. And yes, I considered doing that for a second - using the faucet in the bathtub. But sorry, no. I suppose I'll have to move him. I hate doing that.
Today: Adam, yummy burritos, severe fatigue, twirly pasta, Buffy on FX, messy s'mores, a bit of the second Austin Powers movie, Borders, home, chatting with Amanda about the crippling stupidity of Americans, Buffy on DVD, diary entry. Yeah... that about covers it.
This always being really tired thing isn't working for me. Seriously. I'm exhausted during the day, after getting plenty of sleep, and yet when 4 o' clock in the morning rolls around I'm not even feeling slightly droopy. It's like someone threw my internal clock against the wall a few times, and now it's all broken and confused. Grr. I don't like being sleepy all day. It's makes fun just that much harder, and fun isn't something that comes all that easily to me anymore. So that's no good.
Anyway... erg, I should get to sleep. But first I have to get Rufus out of the sink. He looks so comfortable, too. Le sigh.
'Night.
edited 4:57 a.m. I used the bathtub faucet to do my tooth-brushing and face-washing. I'm so weak in the face of cute animals sleeping in inconvenient places. Just after I finished up, I kicked the scale (not on purpose) and the noise that it made prompted Rufus to get out of the sink and lay down in the hallway. Ugh.
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