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A word of warning:

As finals approach, and I spend more time in the theater, my vocabulary begins to resemble Al Swearengen's. I'll try to keep the swearing and capslock in my journal to a minimum, but if you're talking to me on IM . . . no guarantees. :D

(Tangent about speaking like Al Swearengen: I am INCREDIBLY VERBOSE in everyday conversation, I'm realizing. I actually said today, with very little forethought, "That was a remarkably non-specific dialogue that you just engaged in" of a guy in my class asking someone about their break in "Did you . . . yeah? You know, did you . . .? *eyebrow waggle*" fashion.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. I ACTUALLY TALK LIKE THAT. It just -- pops out!)

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Dear Microsoft:

My week sucks already.

You are making it worse.

Don't make me take a flamethrower when I go to Seattle.

No love, me.


*sigh* Something to add to this week's list of stuff to do -- either call up support and explain no, Best Buy didn't give me a product key to activate your stupid incompatible Microsoft Office and the program won't let me buy a new one, or get in touch with Best Buy and ask why they didn't give me a product key and can they please give me one now.

State of the Student Address

Yesterday I melted down on some people, so first off, thank you. I ended up taking newredshoes' advice and took a mental and physical health morning, slept till 10, and feel inexpressibly better for it.

Today has actually been slowly getting better and better after that promising start. My workshop group actually was productive during Foundations, and the teacher said not only would we have two days for in-class work, but we could petition for an extension to the 9th; I went to Doc's office and though he didn't have any work for me, I did get an extension on my review to the 5th, so I can review Tin Man; and our TA got back to us and said our group project due tomorrow could be extended to Friday.

Tick, tick, tick -- three major weights lessened.

Plus, I found Christmas presents for my dad and sister in the bookstore (I was going to get him The Year of Living Biblically, but it turned out he's already read it). Still stumped on Mom, though.

Oh, and I got to talk about The Name of the Rose with Doc real briefly, with a promise to discuss it more fully later. ( I told him how appalled I was by the ending. )

So -- a much better day than yesterday, all around.

And to top it all off, I look good today, which neatly knocks down at least part of last night's other anxiety.

ETA: I thought I heard someone (a big black man in a Carnegie kilt. I love my school) in the School of Drama mention a CMU grad and Watchmen in the same sentence as I was passing, so I checked the IMDb page.

Whaddya know -- Patrick Wilson's a grad. !!!

(Not really relatedly, so's Gaius Charles, who is not in Watchmen but is, you know, one of the stars of Friday Night Lights, so. And as you're all no doubt sick of hearing from me, so's Zachary Quinto.)

Joe Pitt went to my school! CMU DRAMA REPRESENT.