Easy Mac--Among the Best Things Ever? Four out of five college students agree.

No, seriously. This stuff is great. It makes a great snack, and while I can't get a whole meal out of it, if I combine it with, say, a can of soup or one of those microwave chow mein things (like ramen, but costs more), I have a whole dinner!

Yum.

Next year it will be very good to be in a dorm that's NOT right on top of the cafe. It's much too tempting to go down and get a snack, and five bucks here and there adds up pretty fast.

. . . on the other hand, that sandwich tasted REALLY good.

Somebody down the hall is playing "Wonderful" by Everclear. (I listened to that song a LOT last year. So shoot me--my parents were divorcing.) Which isn't remarkable. But she's singing along . . . and she is GETTING THE LYRICS WRONG. It's one of my irrational little pet peeves--misquoting things--but in this case . . . I mean, come on, the song is called "Wonderful" and starts with a bunch of whispering about how "everything is wonderful now" . . . so how can you be singing, "Please don't tell me everything is all right?" It doesn't even fit the meter.

Also, some girl brought her boyfriend up for a little while, earlier. And everybody was like, "OMG A BOY!" *snirk* Though it was really . . . weird to be hearing this deep male voice out in the hall . . . I haven't heard the voice of a guy other than professors or on the phone with my brother since . . . my birthday party before I left. The change in pitch is oddly striking. Like if you had a canvas that was all shades of blue and somebody splashed a big streak of orange across it.

( And on an even whinier note . . . )

My hormones are going insane, and combined with the stress and beingsurroundedbypeopleallthetimeandIcan'tbreathethey'reeverywhere*, I'm pretty worn out right now. I need rest and rejuvenation. College life is fast-paced.


*Don't get me wrong, I love all the people, I'm loving this whole 'having friends' thing, but . . . I'm inherently introverted. I need to be alone sometimes, or I get exhausted. So, to that end, I'm taking the evening to myself and leaving everyone else to go watch movies without me. I appreciate the occasional lull.

The old Ell-Jay hasn't been getting a lot of love lately . . . I've been this mad combination of bored and panicked that pretty much zaps any inclination I have to post. College is OMG SO CLOSE. I got my boxes packed today--now I just need to pack the stuff I'm taking on the train in suitcases. And . . . basically anything else I own. Life is sort of one big frenzied, overwhelming storm of chaos right now, but oddly enough, I haven't been having the usual stress dreams. I think that's probably a good thing. (My mom has been having them, though . . .)

I'm doing slightly better on the RP-front now . . . at least, in a couple places I'm laying foundations that I think will take me where I want to go, which is a good start. And in the mean time, I've found a Schola friend who's up for RP, and we've got a very interesting little thing going on AIM right now. She's new to RPing, but it's actually kind of a good thing, because she's managed to shake me of some of the habits I've developed in the last three years. We've got this 'no questions asked' developement thing going right now, and I'm loving it. It's like, I have NO idea what's going on, but I get to pretend I do. Anyway, that's cool.

My birthday is Saturday, and we're having a nice going away/birthday party. There will be ponies and strawberries with cream, and it will be lovely. Wish all of you could come, but ah well.

So. Tomorrow I'm going up with my mom and my aunt (who is a professional dancer), to help with the dance academy day they're putting on for my mom's new show choir. (I can't remember if I've mentioned her new job teaching choir and show choir at the highschool . . . yeah.) So, I'll be gone all day. However, I'm planning on skipping tae kwon do tomorrow evening, so I'll be back earlier than usual. Not that it matters that much to anyone, but . . . yeah.

I felt sick for most of today. I started feeling sick yesterday, and it got worse after tae kwon do (which is why I'm skipping tomorrow--my joints just hurt TOO MUCH). Online last night I finally had to bail out, because my back was aching so much and I felt so lousy. It's hard to describe . . . I'm just worn out and kinda blechy. Well, and the pain, of course, but this being accompanied by malaise thing is newish. (I suppose it's happened before, but not to this extent.) I'm hoping I'll feel better tomorrow, or it's gonna be real hard to spend the day helping Mom with her dance camp thing. I'm taking a book, just in case--if it gets too bad, I'll go lay down in the shade or something.

Last night, I had a dream in which my brother died. If I never have another dream like that, I can die happy. I woke up with a strong urge to call him and make sure he was okay, but he's helping with his church's Vacation Bible School this week, so I wouldn't be able to reach him.

( It was kind of cool, until it turned into a nightmare )

I wonder how crummy I felt when I went to bed had anything to do with that dream. Dunno how Seamus got in there, though.

I cleaned my room out today, and moved Nikolai, the desktop, out to the living room for my mother's use. That cleared off my desk, which is nice, and made my room look much more spacious. (It's a TINY room.) Now I need to go through my stuff and start boxing things up--when I leave for college, I have to get all my stuff out of this room, so it can be used either by Clay as a music room, or my brother, if he decides to move in. Either way, I'm not going to have my bedroom. I don't know where I'll be expected to sleep when I'm not at college. It makes me kind of nervous. But for now, my room looks fantastic, so I'm going to enjoy it while I can.

I'm going to go sleep now.

My mother is . . . much braver than I would be. She just loaned her car to my brother and his friend so that they could drive it out to Utah for three days so that he wouldn't have to take his old beater there. O___O Anyway, he just came by to pick it up, and I made him peanut butter sandwiches to take. And gave him a hug. You don't appreciate your family so much until you only see them every once and a while. Joe's still living up with Dad, so I only really get to see him when he comes to visit.

I've got a ton of things I've thought about posting about lately, but I've never really gotten around to it. Let's try and catch a few.

( The tae kwon do campout was cool. )

( My job still sucks. )

( I ordered a laptop! )

( Packing for college is tough. )

Also, dig this icon robotfactory made for me. Does it not rock?

I need to find something to EAT.