you know you want my weather

26% humidity, feels like 57 degrees. Yeah, baby.

Today's been good, abnormal sleep cycle aside (if it's stopping and starting and sputtering, can it even be called anything that implies method?) There was MacroEconomics all the way out in BFE, UF. Which was cool, the lecture rocked once again, even if the guy sitting next to me decidedly did not. Problems might arise with the fact that Bryan Hall is right across the street from Starbucks, which could become a bad, bad, three times a week habit. Ran into Robin from high school and had a better than civilized conversation though, that was interesting. She's the second person to advise me that MicroEconomics is easier. Hm.

Score! New Rolling Stone from the University Avenue Specs for me! Finally. And btw, the pictures are even better than the scans and ET will have you believe. Mmm. Well worth the investment.

Finally walked my ass down to the Journalism Advising Office and ended all this silliness about majoring in Psychology. I think it had everything to do with coming to my senses last night as far as just how deeply my love for structure and absolutes and rules goes. Psychology is liable to drive me insane before it certifies me to help others on their way. To not becoming crazy. Ambiguity is nobody's friend. Left a note for my writing lab guy Al from last semester in his office one floor down, then ran into him two floors up on my way to get the department head's approval to get into Reporting and Editing. He's good, he noticed the bag, he flipped through it just as I had done downstairs in thinking to mention something he should score it for. We're gonna chill this semester. The change went fine, even if Al thinks I should do more creative type writing and McKeen in his three minutes with me thinks I'm more cut out for magazine journalism. People tell me I have listening problems. I'm just not sure though. I like the idea of daily articles and going out into the field and doing new stuff instead of three weeks of research. Final decision still pending.


In other news: Ashton Kutcher is wearing a hat that says Jesus Is My Homeboy. I cannot quite bring myself to drop Creative Writing. I do, however, have a great quote and a little spiel for my Acting class, which is decidedly of the good. And with that, I'm off.

"You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake."
-Tyler Durden, Fight Club

the rest of what's around

Alas, I lost them early on about Fight Club and consumerism and governmental corruption and taking conventions/norms for granted. Sigh. This is not a philosophy class, this is not a philosophy class...

Anyhow. Onward and upward.

My Drama Loft's acoustics are just as nice as I'd hoped. The Sound of Music may have firmly entrenched me in the 'Dork' category though. This did not deter Alpha Epsilon Pi boy from inviting me to a Rush party this Sunday night. He said all the right words, too: snow, music, Starbucks. We'll see if I can't wow the rest of them with Rent on Friday.

My Big Fat Greek Wedding is playing at the Reitz until Monday! Arrangements will be made.

Miranda graciously helped me schlep the remainder of my stuffs upstairs from my car, and for that I am grateful. Now I just need to make with the scissors and glue and maybe, just maybe, I'll have that much less to carry and that much more to ogle. But first, I'll have to surrender my anal-retentive need to keep everything on a timeline, because there's just no fucking way I'll ever place all those pictures. I'm thinking pretty is qualification enough. I'll write the dates on the bottoms of the pages if/when I stumble on such things.

Also, my love for Lance knows no bounds. There's nothing particularly rational or itemizable about it, it was pretty much there from the beginning and seems to defy all limits. There's another missive brewing here, but not tonight.

Epistemological Question of the Day: Is there a minimum threshold of dissatisfaction that must be reached to warrant action? Is there a point after which, if one still hasn't taken action, it can be cited and held against her as laziness or fear?

Note to Self: Scarf tomorrow. Because wow, I forgot just how sad a puppy I become when I'm cold.

*once more for the impeccable body clock* Finally caught all of Justin on Last Call, which came out as the winner interview on the Justified press junket along with the Tonight Show performance of LILY. It was snarky and fun and say what you will about Carson Daly but he did well on his end and Justin was comfortably at ease with him in the same. He smiled a lot "" throughout, especially when the audience sang the chorus with/for him. Delightful all around, even if Justin still looked put out and in dire need of some high-end Tylenol PM.


Can one be restless and sleepy at the same time? I want to sleep, but I feel like it'd be a waste because I'd just be running around in circles the whole time, whether mentally or physically.