2 followers.... thats all i haz.....

So all i have is two followers, though Steph can count for 5 with her insistence on me posting.

I start classes tomorrow and I would be lying if I said I wasn't slightly nervous. Though I have Dev Psych tomorrow which isn't that bad and overall is a interesting class, making the day (with addition of convocation) an easy one at that. I'm excited too to meet new people, hopefully with similar interests and IQs above room temp.

Watched Grosse Point Blank last night, its a good movie with enough humor, action, and love to make a generally good movie.

I also watched another episode of White Collar, and am awaiting the new NCIS season soon. I think Lie to Me is over or at least not airing new episodes right now...

I really miss New York and would LOVE to go again. Strange thing though is I never thought I would like it and almost didn't go. I could live in the Met or Museum of Natural History!

I really would like some new puzzles, *hint hint Steph* specifically ciphers, I've had a growing love of them and would like to see if I can develop that skill.

Oh yeah and this wouldn't be done until I mentioned Michael Wood. A British historian who always wears scarves (yes, even in mesoamerica and the middle east!)

I can't help but notice that I might be a little addicted to adding pictures to my posts. But it is my blog and there are only 2 people following it so... I guess it doesn't matter now does it?

Intense, suspenseful paragraph

The moment stood still as Shawn watched the bullet whizzed past him. His head turned just in time to watch as the bullet lodged in Connor's chest. The villain began his escape and in that second Shawn had to choose: get the bad guy or help his best friend. Feeling guilty for his hesitation, Shawn immediately ran to his childhood friend's side, calling 911 simultaneously. He looked down as a crimson stain that was blossoming from Connor's chest. Shawn didn't need a medical degree to know it was bad; he applied pressure to the wound like all the actors on TV did,  but blood continued to pour out. He heard the ambulance in the distance, and begged Connor to hold on. Connor looked at him with glazed eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry..." with his last breath. The EMTs arrived and began shouting orders at one another, and hurriedly placed Connor on a stretcher. But their effort were in vain. It's already too late.

well.... this is awkward....

Anyway haven't posted in a bit, and the last one was lacking in the word department. What's on my mind right now you may wonder, well I'll tell you because this is my blog, and I can do what I want. Plus your reading it so you must have some inclination into knowing whats going on in my life.

One, I still don't have a job and I don't know if I could keep one during the school year, studying comes first. There has to be a prejudice man, it has to be... probably my earrings. Forget salvation and divination, if you were the earrings you gonna burn in hell!

Two, I had a minor bike accident. Let's just say you can wreck and it will hurt even if you're under 1mph.

Three, I'm just SSOOOO tired. Of everything really. I mean I have like a gazillion years of school left. Tons of money to pay, no job to help.

Four, can rocks be in your car? Because if so, I'm taking our land lady down, this gravel road is killing my car.

Five, I still have my Sherlock Holmes obsession. however, on a new note, I am getting better at reading people and doing the little deduction thing.

Six, I really want to get better at drawing, specifically cartoonish people with a hint of realism. I need some exercises for that, MAMA Stone here I come.

Seven, I can't wait for the new NCIS comes back on.

Eight, Psych is pretty much in the running for the best show ever, in my eyes. It's always fun, fresh and exciting. The one liners are great and Shawn's silly quips will knock your socks off....

Nine, that horrific class from the 10th circle is over with! I got a 99.5 on my final and over 100% in the class... so yeah that is an A++=awesomeness....

Ten, I may actually have a fizzy water addiction... Is that weird?

Eleven, maybe someday I will get up enough courage to talk to chapstick boy.... but until then, i will continue to bother Steph with it...

Twelve, Some awesome songs that I've heard recently that you should listen to:Smile by Uncle Kracker, Stand by Rascal Flatts....

 Thirteen, I'm starting to wonder if I even fit in at SAU... Hopefully the summer is not a taste of things yet to come..... Otherwise I'm doomed and I'm going to peace outta there...

Fourteen, got some sweet new clothes at the mall, I'm loving em!

A REALLY nice Face...

Gotta keep on keepin on.....

So I'm sitting here in the library finally done reading the last bit from teh textbook that I will ever have to read for a quiz in this class from the the 10th circle of hell. This class is ridiculous... And teh more I liked reading the chapter the worse I do on the quizes... anyway I think I will pass with an A... admittedly I should be studing but right now I think I will continue to goof off as it seems to be the best policy before tests. Or else I'll just burn out and freak out....

I miss highschool and all the fun that was had, even all that drama that was just so rad.

BTW if you ask around campus about this class people claim it's the hardest class on campus and from teh most difficult teacher ever. She's nice and loves what she does; however, I don't like the subject that much, I enjoy watching old Star Trek more than this class... well that's unfair, I enjoy going to the hospital for kidney stones more than this class. Renal failure might even be more fun.

So I've tried getting jobs everywhere that I can and I might even get a tutoring job, but I'm afraid I won't be that good. Ya know?

Checked out a book on the human anatomy for drawing and hope to look over it soon. I'm writing today really just so Steph will have something to read and be excited people blogged.

Internet is down at my house in addition to the TV and phones. Mom forgot to pay the bill, which isn't really her fault as they cut off service before you get the bill in the mail, so were going to have to do it on email or something because comcast really only wants your money and the regular post sty system is JANK!

No more orientations from the devil herself, except this one right before we start our falll session... Who wants to wake up and be somewhere at 8 AM and do something all day teh day before they start classes and pretty much teh rest of their life? NO ONE! there is promised breakfasts and surprises, so maybe that will be awesome(rose-colored glasses much?!).

Watched White Collar and Lie to Me in the library today and that was nice. Teacher still hasnt sent out grades on this last quiz, hope I aced if, because if I didn't I don't know what you can do to pass those things man.

Going to see my dad Friday, maybe eat at Sushi Nabi downtown where Cullen works. Maybe I can get my dad to eat out for lunch and me and Steph eat there too. Scott Pilgrim will be seen on Friday by me and Steph after our final exam of this terrible class.

On a scale of 1-10 on how I hate this class, one being I love it 10 being the opposite........ I'm at around 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

I just want to get an A and GET OUTTA THERE!

oh exams

I will beat that exam but more importantly one day I WILL talk to that cute boy I keep seeing

I was angsty, then my mom ruined it with her optimism

My computer's battery is messed up so I got to get it fixed before real real school starts......

Going to see Scot Pilgrim on friday.... than my dads

Once in a while.....

Once in a while I'll play the guitar,
since those cliche loves songs,
at the tops of my lungs.

Don't really believe it that silly idea,
that love conquers all and...
that you suddenly fall into it.

Once in a while I'll dream a little dream,
one of adventures in the woods,
Crossing rivers and streams.

To live in a house out in the boondocks,
to wake up to the noises of bird calls,
and the sun shining through the window.

Once in a while I'll draw a picture,
scribble it out, it wasn't just right,
the lines didn't interpret what I saw in my mind.

The pictures, oh, the pictures,
all stored in my head,
just waiting for me to draw them on my pad.

One in a while, maybe more if there's time, I like to read a book
Tales of adventures and impossible things,
deductions unseen and platues undiscovered.

Once in a while, I try to write a poem
They're never really good,
but once in a while, they hit home