Ah, how we all march in some way or another. Progression.

Today marks six months with junegloomy . I am ecstatic. It's been an amazing six months and I'm excited for what the next six have in store. It's been thoroughly amazing. Amazing experience with an amazing man.

The semester is winding down, classes are over, and I barely sleep anymore. Study, paper, study... other crap. Not to mention house hunting for next year. I'm rather excited about moving into a house. It's such a tantalizing prospect. One step closer to real adulthood, as scary as it may be.

Short entry today - I'm pooped and want a nap, we're seeing a house today and I want to be somewhat rested.

Six months! Ah!

Feeling: Ecstatic

Nothing better than beer bread and butter.

And my father's racist ramblings.

Ugh.

I hate to air grievances, but honestly, that crap he's spewing is over the top. It agitates me that every time he sees a commercial that involves more than one race, the 'white guy' is being shown as a 'moron'. Sigh.

Anyway, it's Thanksgiving, and though I bitch and moan tons, I, like many people, have a lot to be thankful for. I have a nice family (who piss me off constantly, but what can I do there), I have my friends, I go to a good school, my rabbit isn't dead (yet, I'll detail that in a bit), I have an amazing boyfriend, and plenty of other things.

Now, Thumper, my dear bunny baby, is getting old. She's six, and unfortunately now just kinda pees everywhere (as opposed to her former habit of only using her litterbox) and has sores on her feet. She still gives me plenty of love and always hops over to see me when she can, but she's just getting plain old. It's sad (and slightly enlightening) to see something age in front of you. I've watched my cousins age, but the oldest is only 8 - with Thumper, I've seen her go from baby to senescence. It's sad, but what can you do - things get old.

Anyway, I'm off to be social. I only crept away because dad was aggravating me. Have a good holiday.

The semester is drawing to a close, and this means a few many things for me:

1) Finals
2) Papers
3) Proposals the finish
4) Christmas (and the associated evil of financing Christmas)
5) Financing next semester
6) Financing a car
7) Florida

I love how negative everything is until the last one - I do admit, I'm excited to spend Christmas and New Year's in Disney. Should be quite the experience. Nonetheless, the first six things (and there are other things as well that are too trivial to list) are going to drive me batshit crazy until I manage to get them all done. The bill for next semester has already been totaled, so there goes 67 hundred dollars that I don't have. The car issue isn't as severe, but if I can get a piece of shit, then I can at least get a job, and then hopefully have more money, and be able to afford Spain in the summer. Sigh.

This, by the way, is exquisite. That girl's voice is absolutely amazing, and I really find it uncomparable to any other I've heard. Take a listen, it's also a beautiful song.

Work tomorrow. Thanksgiving the day after. And work the day after that.

I wish I didn't feel envy.

So I have a composition due tomorrow for my one Spanish class. I don't know the topic. It's fairly obvious that I haven't written it, and frankly I'm up shit's creek since I don't know what to write about, or else I'd pull it out of my ass in the next few hours.

Hate this.

So ready for this semester to be over. I have a vacation to look forward to. Nonetheless, I have a month to endure (almost exactly) and it is killing me. The recently acquired inability to sleep isn't helping either. Let's lay out today:

- Do interviews for class, which are due today
- Figure out the composition thing
- Have class
- Have another class
- Tiny breather in which I might shake children to feel better
- Class
- Smaller breather to plan the class I have to teach
- Class I teach

Then I'm free. Sort of. More like, then I'm free to go back to my room to write a paper due Tuesday because I procrastinated like a fool. And I have another paper due Wednesday at midnight, luckily it's all etymology and just an exposition of my ability to use an online dictionary. Also need to finish the independent study proposal. I've started it, hurrah, thanks to being in the library until 2am, but I frankly don't know what I am doing and am totally winging it.

I need to post a happy entry sometime, don't you think?

Next semester is scheduled, though I may end up changing a class. I've scheduled one Spanish class, more as a placeholder than anything else since I will be in Spain over the summer and will be taking a course there. Thanks to the self-designed major, I am pretty much done with Spanish classes, but I don't want to fall out of practice for a semester since I know language skills disappear fast if you don't use them - reasons I'm slightly scared of French next semester since it's been a fair few months since I've spoken it. I have been practicing though, yay for French-speaking Canadian friends.

The weekend was at least nice, thanks to the boyfriend visiting and alleviating some stress I had... I so thoroughly enjoyed the relaxation and lack of a schedule (though he had work to do, we still managed to be lazy and love it).

Life is currently less problematic.

Yes, I do have a good amount of work to get done for tomorrow, and scheduling for next semester is right around the corner. The entire process of scheduling is pendant on this major proposal going through. Whee. Nonetheless, I have a meeting with the department head on Tuesday (I think) and that should clear this crap up.

The sister's birthday is just around the corner, and she's almost 17, and I feel oooooooold. GA.

Well... time for work. And procrastination.

Ciaocito.

My oh my, two different professors (these are people with their doctorates, by the way) have told me to transfer from the school that I attend (and love) and go to another one because our linguistics program is so scant that it will impede my chances of getting into a good grad school.

Joy, mindfucks.

Anyway, I'm planning to go ahead with my constructed major and to graduate with it, and then hopefully I can take classes at this other school (and transfer in tons of classes from my current one) and get a second degree there. Then I would scoot myself off to some grad school for linguistics and got my doctorate (and revel in having 'Dr.' prefixed before my name) and be a professor and be happy with life.

Essentially, I won't have my 'dream life' until I'm somewhere in the area of 27 or 28. How saddening.

I'll survive. I always do.

Also, I did my hair differently than usual about half an hour ago. I look badass and love it.

Ciaocito.

I hate being melancholy. I feel selfish, honestly. There is so much to be happy for and yet I manage to pick through the happy to get to the refuse bin that's holding it up. Nonetheless, I can't really shake it.

I played tour guide on Saturday, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I would love to be an ambassador for my school - the main problem is that the majority of the ambassadors are dicks who I do not particularly enjoy being near. That sucks.

I'm writing my major proposal (literally, I'm taking a break from it right now), and skimming the classes that I should  be taking, I am excited and relieved knowing that I will enjoy almost all of them. There is one titled "Philosophy and Literature" that is scaring me, but I suppose there needs to be an evil or two in anything that is great.

I suppose I should return to that now.

Not that I want to. I hate writing.

Being: School
Feeling: Distressed
Hearing: Walk of Life - Dire Straits

I am changing my major.

And building one.

Wheeeeee.

Currently Liz and I are being thoughtful about our respective boyfriends and listening to some Regina Spektor - a most wonderful afternoon.

Party tonight.

I'm excited.

Getting references for the job. Just fyi,

Anyway, today I wish I had the power to control weather. Why is this? Wake up obscenely early one day and do your hair to just have it devastated by rain and tell me how you feel. Sad how it irks me that much that my hair was ruined by rain.

I also currently feel like an enormous fatass for eating that Stoufer's macaroni and cheese. Yes, it was orgasmic. Yes, it was approximately 600 calories. Was it worth it? Beyond me.

However, I am happy to finally be spending a weekend at school. And, there's a party tonight. Oh how I love some good jubilations.

Feeling: Full
Hearing: Unusual You - Britney Spears

Once again, I am home (after spending four nights home and about thirteen hours at school today) because I have the joy and thrill of working tomorrow.

Not that I'm bitching and moaning or anything.

The deal is that I desperately need a car - to the point that I probably would kill a hooker with a narwhal if I needed to. Not sure how that would work, but you get the picture of my desperation. Now, I've done the math and I should have about thirteen hundred bucks in the bank come December. That should be a nice down payment - we'll see how that goes when the real car hunting begins.

For now I've just been browsing and cursing at websites for their supposedly great vehicles that my bestie later debunks as a fake dealership. Glad she did so, it's however still frustrating.

Back to the work thing - tomorrow I will be trapped for twelve hours at work to squeeze every last penny I can out of that place for my vehicular problems. Speaking of those, did I mention I got in an accident? Spun out into a guardrail. Now that was a blast.

My biggest problem with work is not the actual idea of it, but instead the time it's taking from me. Wednesday is my usual catch-up and get work done day. Obviously I'm losing that, plus I spend two nights at home every week without fail. Not that being home bothers me (ok, lie, I prefer living at school so much more), but I like to just get comfy and enjoy living/staying somewhere without having to pack up weekly to head home.

Today also happens to be three months of relationship with the boy, I must gleefully admit. It's nice to have a good relationship for once.

ALSO - I found a job offer for conlanging. Yes, really. What am I smoking. I'm totally going for it, and am in the process of collecting references and the like so I can present myself as something more than a kid in the middle of getting his degrees. Still, it's an intriguing opportunity, considering linguistics jobs aren't all too common, and conlanging really isn't too big either (I can only think of two such conlangs used for something; Klingon for Startrek and the Atlantian language for the Disney movie Atlantis). Wish me luck.

Feeling: Miffed

I'm rather agitated about not sleeping.

It seems that whenever I come home (and this has been for the past two years), I lose the sleep schedule I had at school and fall into a state of insomnia and aggravation.

And considering I have the boy coming over tomorrow and I have work to do (two Spanish articles, one linguistics chapter, and a bunch of notes to take between the two classes), it's rather frustrating since I now know that on Monday morning, upon my arrival on campus, I will be working like a fool to get done what I need to for the classes I have. Yes, they would be Spanish (well, one of two Spanishes) and linguistics.

I would jump for joy, but my mattress isn't that quiet.

I would also just like to mention a regret - I wish I had stayed an artsy person, or at least partially one. All my creativity has flowed into linguistics, where it really doesn't do too much aside from fester in my brain and cause the creation of yet another language that will be spoken by no one other than the nations of imaginary people in my head.

I did just learn, however, that insomnious is apparently a word. My spellchecker doesn't think so, but the Random House Dictionary says so. I'll put my bets on that.

Feeling: Aggravated

Aight aight, this is the first of (hopefully) many entrees about my quasi-boring life. Let's get going, I got some crap to go on about.

My boyfriend rocks, and I shall detail this more when stuff happens that I can remember clearly (since my memory sucks butt). You can also check his lj (and read his much better-preserved memories) at junegloomy .

Last night I was driving home from his house and was on the parkway - and it was wet out. Drizzling. Wet road. I slow down to get off the parkway, and fishtail as I was getting on the offramp, dangerously close to smashing the front end of the passenger side into a guardrail. I managed to right the car, but overcompensated... and spun out, smashing the front driver side into the guardrail. Inga (the car) is now missing a headlight and some of the bumper has no paint... and there's a tiny tiny hole in it, too.

Today was the fantasy football draft, which drags me back from school thanks to copious amounts of food. Unhealthy, delicious food. I watched Deep Impact and ate a lot.

Family Guy now, talk to you all later.

Feeling: Awake