Frustrations

(1) I didn't know how to adjust my phone to the pointless phenomenon that is daylight savings time, and I kind of freaked out just now. Actually, no. I got mad at my phone. The manual tells you nothing. But I fixed it. Somehow.

(2) I need to do some spring cleaning or I am going to freak out big time. My brain is so cluttered that all I want to do is sit in a corner and rock back and forth.

(3) I don't understand Buddhism, but when asked to pinpoint what I don't get, I cannot. I don't know how to write this paper that is due tomorrow - has been assigned for a good long time now - or how to make it sound like I might know a little about what I'm trying to say. I don't think I'll succeed, although I know that's a bad stance to take, setting myself up for failure and all. But you see, I haven't had to write a real paper for a good, long time. I don't know how to write papers. They're so tedious and they don't make sense and trying to read the articles that are supposed to be references is much more tedious than all of that because I can't process all of the words because my brain is on OVERLOAD.

(4) I wish I understood relationships more.

(5) I like Halloween, or at least what it used to stand for. All this candy just gives me headaches and cavities. It is, however, a good excuse to watch RHPS with that girl I live with. The only sad part is that when I tell her that Dr. Frank-N-Furter is Tim Curry, she just smiles and nods and looks clueless.

Incredible

I got my immunizations today for my trip to Turkey and Greece in January - the second shot for Hep B and the first for Hep A, one in each arm. My right arm hurts significantly more than my left arm, although my left arm started hurting after Dustro attacked my left arm in Buddhism. But there's this one spot in the middle of my right forearm that just keeps hurting ... er, reminding me every few minutes that it's there. It's a little bit frustrating, but not terribly so. I turned in my consent/health/emergency form at 3.30 today, and I'm pretty excited. I paid the balance of what I owe for the trip yesterday. I am up-to-date and on time - quite the feat for me.

Oh, and I don't remember if I mentioned my two new yarns: two balls of Lion Brand Incredible in "Autumn Leaves" and Jo-Ann's store brand in the Angel Hair in "Forest Green." I didn't realise that I went with such an earthy theme - I got them at two different stores in two different cities. The Incredible is a ribbon yarn, and since I've been wanting to test ribbon yarns, I spentlet my mom buy it for me. And the Angel Hair was so soft that I couldn't pass it up. It's probably going to become a scarf. Maybe even a present for someone (although I may have to hoard it for myself).

Well, I'm off to dinner yet again, then speding some quality time with friends.

Fortune

In my haste to consume cafeteria food earlier, I forgot to relay something. I had lunch with my parents yesterday at the Chinese restaurant at which my brother has recently started to work. Eating egg drop soup while having a runny nose is a very odd experience, and definitely not one of my fantasies. So we're eating, and we're eating, and then it's time for the fortune cookies. I break mine and read it, after trying to persuade my parents to eat half of their cookie* before they read it so that it will come true. I read mine and started laughing - my fortune was just too perfect, considering the fact that I was eating with people who still aren't too sure about how they feel about homosexuality. It read, "You and your wife will have a happy life together." No lie. So I kept laughing, and of course, my parents asked me what was so funny. [I looked like a "grinnin' fool," to tell you the truth.] I read it, and they didn't really say much. My mom tried to persuade me that I had taken the wrong one, and that it should have gone to my dad, because she wanted a "happy life." [This is not to imply that her life is unhappy or anything - I think she's fairly content.] I just kept laughing.

It's even better when you tag "in bed" to the end.

Also, I wrote the biggest check of my life today so that I will be able to study abroad in January. I'm getting my immunizations tomorrow.


* I'm fairly certain that every time my friends and I go out for Chinese food, someone has a different rule about how to eat the cookie or read the fortune. I think we're crazy.

I am back.

Apologies to the two people who read this blog. I haven't updated in ages - I'm such a bad blogger. Also thanks to those who noticed the new threads [they're just some of the templates that Blogger has stashed away, so I don't know what the big deal is].

I realise that I haven't posted in so long that I neglected to mention that Michael Moore made a stop at Luther on his "Slacker Uprising Tour," and Roseanne Barr also stepped in for a few minutes. It was quite exciting - the least exciting bit was being in the Chips office for ages afterward, until nearly 4.15 that morning, in order to get the story on the front page. [I must interrupt myself for a moment to say that soprano sectionals must be one of the most horrible things to listen to on earth. Especially when notes requiring ledger lines happen to be frequent in the piece. Ah, back to the bit at hand.] It was a long night, but well worth it - the paper looks pretty good.


Now that I'm back from fall break, I come bearing new things - a new wool peacoat and a pair of snazzy orangey-brown pants, a copy of the BBC mini-series of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere, and the news that my mother will be voting for Bush. As I've told a few of my friends, my mom has always told me that she cancels out my dad's vote. That will not be the case this year, to my frustration. I spent a good deal of time trying to convince her that having a president that can properly pronounce words like "nuclear" would be a good thing, but somehow I don't think I managed to convince her. [This was not my only selling point, but she disagreed with Kerry on some frustrating levels. I can't imagine how she could think Bush did his job well enough to merit a prolonged stay in the White House, but then again, I don't understand my mother most of the time.]

That will have to be enough for now. I have to go eat dinner with my favorite people.

Last night

Remember when Dustro had "really funky dreams" from getting too much sleep? Well, it seems that those wacky wavelengths have been passed my way. [Not from getting too much sleep, mind you, but from battling a crazy-ass colds.]

Last night, I had the oddest dream - I was given quite a few very small (very cute) chubby fish by a certain blogger. We were in this random dorm that has appeared in my dreams lately [a cross between the one I live in now and the one I lived in freshman year], and there was sunlight streaming through windows. I think I might have killed one of the fish at some point, and I was sad. I don't really remember.

It's been a long-ish day.

Note from Prof K

Dear Krimson,*

When I assured you that I could lead the discussion "since I was experienced," I did not realize I'd be attempting to rouse sleeping elephants. I am embarrassed about how inert the class proved to be. I guess I had ill-prepared them to respond either to the reading or to the surprise of your presence.

All such apologies offered, I truly thank you for so generously stepping in to help me, to give two hours of you* life to helping us understand those who discover themselves to be uniquely individual within a culture wishing everyone to be predictably alike. It was definitely my pleasure to meet you, to com to know you the better I did.

Appreciatively,
Prof K


* This letter is typed as written. My name was misspelled, and he used "you" instead of "your." Despite this, I was very happy to have received the note, and will write him a return. I know how morning classes go (or maybe I only sort of know, since I'm usually mostly asleep for them).