I was having a decent dream that took a sudden turn for the apocalptic and seriously unpleasant. I had just picked my mother some flowers out of someone's yard when I realized that all the spring flowers were growing in autumn, and then the sky got really dark and stormy and my mother started praying out loud for the end of the world and my sort-of uncle Cory got into a really bad car accident right outside the Burger King I was sitting in.

So yeah, apocalyptic and unnerving and DO NOT WANT.

Up earlier than I should be because of Emi's alarms... pretty sure she's missing class right now, actually. Breakfast with the boys soon, then I'm going with Matt to talk to his adviser to get his schedule changed.

...why do I always want to spell adviser "advisor"? Is it an acceptable alternate spelling somewhere or am I just really fond of being incorrect?

...oh look, another nosebleed. This is getting kind of ridiculous, I don't need nosebleeds every day. Really I don't.

All I had today was French and a meeting with Chris, and he hurt his back and went home early so I have nothing left on my schedule today. This gives me a chance to do all the reading for my media classes... and mentally prepare myself for Indigenous Psychologies, which is the only three hour lecture course I have.

It was nice to walk into French and hear that out of the 12 kids there only 2 of them did the homework. I feel more secure being in the majority. And I don't think I'll have too much of a problem keeping up with the class once I refresh myself on how to conjugate verbs. My pronounciation isn't too terrible after eight years not speaking the language at all. I'm far from the worst speaker in class, at least.
Oops. I was about to say "time to do a podfic while my roommate's in class" but she just walked in. I thought she had class from 8:30 to 12:30 MWF. Oh well.

Now I have a printer, I should print out my syllabi. At least the parts that say when things are due.

I am writing something creative for the first time in months. Since... mid-June? Ugh.

I am developing an RP character for the first time in, oh, 20 months? Possibly slightly more than that. And it's a blond. I don't think I've played a blond since Tobias Tambor and I came up with him in 200...6, I think. Anyways I'm dead certain nobody will be surprised in the least by who I'm using for a PB:



♥ I like using people that make me happy to look at them. And Martin does that.

Anyways his name is Juniper and I am having a lot of fun writing something to get the hang of him, something that will lead pretty neatly into the playing, I think. It's really been so long since I've RPed that I'm slightly terrified I'll be Doing It Wrong, or take too long, or run out of words or something stupid like that. Seriously, the last character I played was Gabrielle Gray and anyone who remembers that time period knows how weird my head got with her in it. Juniper is sane, at least, and not a serial killer, he's actually very normal. He's stable and trustworthy and honorable and things have the potential to go spectacularly, marvelously wrong for him, which is a little bit thrilling actually.

Hopefully atomicfiction and I can start playing tonight. I have to watch The Matrix and finish doing my reading for FMS, I can get away with not doing any reading for Mass Media because we're going to be working on Part 1 for the first month, and then tomorrow I have class until 5pm and then I should do my French homework, so yes, tonight is when I want to start, so I have something to look forward to while I'm in class, lol.

Dear self, the thing to do when you're about to be handed three 5000-word pieces to podfic is NOT to decide you want to podfic an 8000 word story as well.

Stop being an idiot, it's unattractive and self-defeating. Also of course your roommate would walk in before you finished it, probably right in the middle of the juiciest part, and then where would you be? Dumb AND embarrassed.

Now shut up and finish your homework.

Love,
yourself.

eta: here have some lulz Patrick showed me today: