Perhaps I should start writing again. Ranting to no one in particular has fewer repercussions than ranting to actual people. Plus, seeing all my nonsense set down in text format always helps me cling to sanity. It's been too long.

But for now, time for tea and thought-gathering before work.

It's been five weeks since I was last on here, and I figured something out.

I've always known I can't write when I'm really depressed about something, but lately I've discovered I can't be bothered to write when I'm incredibly, immeasurably happy. either. :D

It's actually beyond anything my lowly words can express....so maybe one of these days I'll attempt an entry, but not quite yet.

I miss it.
I miss it a lot.

Larson likes to make me cry in his class. Holocaust video...yeah. Someone asked me if these things turn my stomach, but it's not really that. It's more that it turns my heart, if that makes sense?

In happier news, my daddy should be here within the hour to whisk me away so I can spend the rest of the week at home hanging out with my niece & family, playing in the snow and eating things made of pumpkin!

And...ignore the goofy animation, but isn't this song splendid?


I'm also quite taken with any song off the Les Choristes soundtrack.

Dash it all.

Now this is a right proper funeral.
www.youtube.com/watch

Hmm...it's been a while since I posted anything other than links. Well, what is there of interest to say?

I am ill. When I'm not here on the couch snuggled up under my sleeping bag, I'm drifting around campus, leaving a trail of crumpled tissues. Mon Dieu.

Work was fun today. By 'fun,' I actually mean hellish. Sorry, perhaps my sarcasm needs a bit of polish. Anyway today was Habitat for Humanity's 5k run, so  I spent the afternoon manning (womanning? surely not) one of the barricades. My official task was to make sure no rogue cars found their ways onto the course. MIght have put a damper on the event if the participants got mowed down mid-race. At any rate, it was painfully cold and I was underdressed. Plus an old man yelled at me when I told him the road was closed for the race. He said it was "A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT!!!!"

Last night I went to the pub with Ren and Sarah. We made some friends and ended up heading to their apartment to play darts and be molested by their enormous, extremely happy dog.

I recently learned that my foray into study abroad has left me lacking a single credit for graduation. One stupid tiny little credit. This is because, while Arcadia defines a standard semester as being 15 credits, Lycoming deems it to be 16. I find it odd that they can't make an exception based on the blatant logic that I did, in fact, do the same amount of work and why then can't they just excuse the absence of that one wee credit? In the end, I don't see it being a very big deal. It means I'll need to sort out a way of earning that elusive credit, but I think I can propose an independent study. Darby, my advisor, is pretty chill, so it'll probably just entail writing an additonal paper. But what should I study? I'm leaning toward writing about my favorite dead gay man ever, Oscar Wilde....and maybe his connection to Walter Pater? I don't know. I fear that's not obscure enough. I want to learn something that's not completely spelled out somewhere on Wikipedia, but is there anything left?

There's not much else new. Wilbur (my car) is at home getting new tires. I don't really miss him yet, mostly since I have no where to go, and no time to go anywhere. Mom or Dad will be picking me up for Thanksgiving break. I do feel a bit young without a car. It's weird, but not having my own transportation makes me feel rather stuck, even if I wouldn't actually be going anywhere otherwise. 

My nose hurts. I must faire mes devoirs francaises and go to bed.

Why are these Romanian men so unhappy?

It's plaguing me.



Do any of you lovely people speak Română, perchance?

I know the following things to be true:
1. Ohhhh mama = Ohhhh mama.
2. Tata = dad/daddy.

Forth, minions...GO!
Get me answers. Or outlandish theories, if you prefer.

Two hours ago: Lizard funeral.

Twenty minutes from now: Pub.

Tomorrow: Going home until Sunday.

I've been slowly attempting to type up the notes I took during my European adventure, but I hadn't put much effort into it until this evening.

At some point I'll tack them up here on the ol' LJ, backdated to late March, early April. Should have done this immediately after the trip, but hey...I fail at life sometimes.

Anyway, just a heads up in case it is of interest to anyone.

Rest in peace, Saint Just Geico Bonaparte Tumnus III.

You were a gentleman among lizards.

Working the night shift, staying up all morning to bake things, and selling the results of the baking all afternoon, combine to make Jackie a weary kid.

If not for the massive amounts of sugar and whatever residual caffeine remain in my bloodstream, I think I would be curled up in some corner of the Academic Center, dead to the world.

I require dinner. I require a power nap.

Then up and running again for UCM's praise and worship service at 8.

Good golly.

I'm so tired it took me ten tries to enter my lj password and, now that I'm here, I haven't a thing to say.