TheChauffeur's journals

• Fixed my taskbar (I wish I had a mac instead of a PC)


• Arranged a ride home for break


• Ate lunch with Erika


• Studied a bit for my Japanese final


• Ordered Radios, Geology, Monster & Cie for myself and We're on the same level for my niece


• Looked at naked ladies and did a thing


• Bought some smoke to take home for break


• Fixed the cover on our light fixture

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I had a massive book-journal project due in my eight am English class this morning, but I wasn't done with it yesterday.  I spent about a bazillion hours finishing it last night, finally getting to bed at three in the morning.  I dragged my ass out of bed at seven thirty, pulled on yesterday's clothes, and just went to class.  A group of idiot guys picked the wrong day to sit behind me and whisper, because I really layed into them when I had the chance.  They brushed me off like they didn't care, but my groupmates told me they were bitching about me when I went to go get coffee.  I mean, honestly.  I am paying an arm and a leg to take my classes, and even if a class is shitty I'm going to get the most out of it.  Don't act like it's your god-given right to whisper behind me all through class and breathe out of your fucking mouths.  If you don't want to pay attention, don't come to class.

Anyway, skipped out on Badminton and came back to my room to nap, but decided against it.  Napping leaves me in an awful funk, so I decided to just bear the sleepiness and wade through the rest of my day.  Review in math gave me a wicked migrane, and by the time I got through Japanese I just wanted to die.  I sucked it up and went to the library where I applied for two different jobs.  Hopefully I'll get one.  I really need a part-time job and if they hire me I can stay on full-time over the summer.  I WILL be the most awesome librarian Western has ever seen.

So, a cigarette and a few episodes of Sailor Moon R later (fuck you BSSM is awesome), I'm feeling fine.  The migrane is gone and I don't have any homework.  Tomorrow I have two more classes and then I'm done for the quarter besides finals.  And now, a photo.

Interesting evening.  After a long day of studying and going to class I went to the opera to support my suitemate who was starring it.  Western put on The Ballad of Baby Doe this year - my review is mixed.  Pretty much everyone in the production was amazing, and the costume design was fabulous.  The orchestra kicked ass, and I suppose the story was okay.  It was the writing I really had a problem with.  The writing was simply terrible!  I could hardly pay attention to watch each song was about because the lyrics were so shoddy and boring.  However, my suitemate did an AWESOME job in both of her roles, and it's nice to see her perform after knowing she's been rehearsing for so long.

After the opera I returned to the dorm for a mini-party.  I did some shots with the third floor crew then headed outside for smokes.  We were out there quite awhile and managed to acquire a guy named Conrad.  He was apparently from Seattle and came up here to play a show, and decided to check out campus before heading back home.  We brought him inside for more shots and some smoke.  The party didn't last too long as everyone was tired from actually going to classes today, so I ended up in my room watching Titus and being an internet goon.  Overall a quiet but decent night.

But now it's time to sleep so I can go craft-supply shopping tomorrow.  And I have to fill out job applications, update my resume, and go see if I can go buy the missing parts to the free hookah I got.

Again, I've been super busy lately.  There's been so much to do and on top of that the end of the quarter is rolling around so I'm becoming apathetic.  However, waking up today and seeing sun peeking through the blinds after it had been absent for almost a week, I felt better.  I got out of bed at a decent hour, did some apartment hunting online, exercised, studied, ate, and went to class.  After class I registered and was luckily able to get into all the classes I wanted except for yoga.  I've been wanting to take yoga for two years now, but it's always filled up before I'm able to register.  This time there were six spots open between two classes, but there's a major restriction on it so I can't register for it.  And I know by the time phase II of registration rolls around it'll be full.  There isn't an instructor yet either so I can't ask for an override code.  So, fuck.

Sometime, probably within the next two months, I'll be getting an apartment with my boyfriend, Nick.  I am both excited and nervous about this.  I know that we'll be fine living together and that there shouldn't be too much household conflict.  My worries are more about time and money.  Living off campus means I'll have to figure out getting to and from campus and allow time for it.  I also need to get a job in order to pay rent.  I'd only be working part-time since I'm going to school full-time, but it'll be difficult to find a job that will accomodate my schedule.  My schedule next quarter isn't exactly pretty, and Monday through Thursday I have late classes so I'm not out until six o'clock.  Then between work and school I have to find time for homework.  It's going to be a lot to adjust to.  I wonder if I'll be able to have a life in between everything else.

And finally, who has Facebook?  And who wants to play Scrabble (Scrabulous) with me there?  I am a fucking Scrabble addict.

I have been as "busy as a bee" lately.  I've had a bunch of midterms over the past few weeks that have been taking up a massive amount of time, plus homework in between.  Next week I have to register for classes and luckily it was easy to hammer out what my schedule will look like, but I'll be in classes until 5:50 Monday-Thursday.  I've been thinking about taking summer courses since I'll be getting an apartment with my boyfriend Nick up here soon.  I could work part time over the summer and take accounting 245 and one or two other classes.  That way I'll be in my major by fall quarter so more classes will be open to me.  I'm planning on majoring in Business Management with a minor in Japanese.  This (and a lack of money) is the reason I've been holding off on getting more tattoos.  I know I'm probably going to have to hold down some stiff-fuck job for a few years at least while I pay off my loans and get experience before I attempt to start my business.

In my spare time I've been crocheting hats.  I did a rather nice one for Nick's birthday two weeks ago, and did one for my friend Laine this weeken.  I also bought Fun Dolls by Aranzi Aronzo, and I intend to start making plushies.  I was supposed to go supply shopping this weekend but other shit happened, so I'll hopefully go sometime this week.  I want to make one for my niece's third birthday next month.

The weekends have been nice.  Two weeks ago I went home, where my boyfriend and I tried our hands at graffiti.  Unfortunately I am absolutely terrible with spray paint.  To make up for this I bought a bunch of paint sharpies for Nick's birthday so next time we graffiti I'll hopefully do a little better.  This past weekend was quite eventful for me in a rather ordinary way.  On Friday my suitemates and I had a black and white party.  We drank a lot of wine, smoked a lot of hookah with wonderful things in it, played hopscotch in the hall upstairs, and did our thing.  On Saturday I spent the early evening with my friend Keely eating Thai food and watching a few episodes of The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.  Cheesiest show ever, but goddamn if I don't love Bruce Campbell.  After that I went to a party at our friend Rose's apartment where I smoked more green than ever before in my life.  There were five bowls, five joints, and a blunt that I partook in - there could've been more for all I know.  The evening was pretty chill up until everyone took a cigarette break and my suitemate Shawn ended up pretty ill.  I ended up tending to her at Rose's until about 3:30 in the morning, when I left her in Rose's care and headed off.  I spent the rest of the night chainsmoking and walking around on my own.  I took a short walk in the arboretum, then headed down to the grocery store where I picked up a few things I needed and got some tea at about six.  After that I went back into the arboretum and took a thirty minute hike up to the tower where I ate a sandwich and watched the sun rise.  When the sun had risen I hiked back to my dorm and called it a night - at about eight in the morning.  I slept until noon and spent the rest of the day in a loopy state from the lack of sleep.

And now I have to stop looking at beautiful naked woman and go do homework.  What a great trade-off, right?

I've been quite ill for awhile.  It all started last weekend - I think I spent too much time outside with Nick taking graffiti pictures, but when I woke up on Sunday morning I was fairly congested and my voice was cracking.  Taking it in stride, I celebrated the Super Bowl with vodka, cigarettes, and bowls of magic.  I guess I spent too much time outside smoking then, because when I woke up on Monday I was fucking miserable.  My illness peaked on Tuesday (which was both Super and Fat), and I spent most of the day on the verge of tears and fighting off chills just from being so miserable.  After that things started to get better, but then Friday night things took a turn for the worst.  I participated in more cigarettes and magic, and before going to bed went to blow my nose, only to discover some nasty coloring in my mucus.  I hopped online and discovered that I probably had an infection.  Saturday was absolute hell.  I wasn't feeling good in the morning, but I dragged my ass out of bed, made myself presentable, and after breakfast, headed to North Campus for the Democratic Caucus.  I voted for Obama then got the hell out of there, missing my roommate being elected as a Delegate for Obama.  I spent the entire day wanting to just fucking die.  I couldn't focus to do homework, was hot, then cold, watched The Neverending Story with Lauren, finished reading my book for English, but couldn't bring myself to do more reading.  The computer screen was giving me a migrane, and the ending of my book brought up some really messed up memories and I spent most of my evening in bed just bawling.  I'm more prone to depression when I'm sick, but I suppose everyone is.  Eventually I just gave up and went to sleep fairly early, but slept pretty poorly because I was so fucking hot.

I'm feeling better today, but not too much.  I have a huge essay midterm on Tuesday (From eight until ten AM I will be writing two analytical essays), and I'm worried about my performance with my reoccuring illness.  I plan on calling the consulting nurse to see if she thinks I have a sinus infection, because I think I do.  I hate going to the doctor though, and it's so hard to find time while I'm in school.  If I can get an appointment at the student health center I always end up waiting an ass-long time to get into my appointment, and then another ass-long time waiting for my doctor after the nurse has left.  Healthcare really needs to be redesigned you guys.  I fucking hate America sometimes.

Anyway.  I suppose I don't have much of anything nice today, so I probably shouldn't say anything at all.  And I really need to get back to my homework as I have a mountain taller than me.

Yeah, really.  I watched that shit (for the second time in my life).  I was apparently rooting for the giants, and many shots were had - we all wished we had beer, but that was not the case.  There was beer pong upstairs though.  We totallky smoked during half time and listened to Tom Petty, smoked way too many cigarettes, and just generally rocked shit.  When we traveled upstairs and witnessed some beer pong we had some 90's jams sing-alongs (epic), and totally invaded Travis and Per's space.

This weekend overall was pretty good though.  Friday I got my hair cut and went to an 80's party where we drank a good amount of pink panty droppers.  Saturday my boyfriend came up and we went out for breakfast, wandered around taking pictures of shitty graffiti, and bought supplies to make out own T-shirts.  Unfortunately someone had taken the iron from the laundry room and we couldn't find it, so we only got so far as buying shirts, washing them, and printing up our designs.  Next time I go home we're going to iron them onto our shirts and pretend we're the shit.  Yeah, pretend.  We also watched For Your Consideration on 9/11, which was some fucked up shit.  I've seen a few different things talking about 9/11 being orchestrated by the US government and they were all pretty convincing, but seeing all this shit lined up together all at once pretty much convinced me for good.  I'm not one for conspiracy theories, but seriously.  It's really fucked up.

Let's see, hot sex, lots of bagels and nachos, coming up with tags for future graffiti work, and buying lots of used clothing for really cheap.  Great fucking weekend.  I'll probably blog with some graffiti pictures at a later date.  But for now I need to get my networking on.

New coat and a hair cut!

And now I need to head out to party to some classic 80's jams.

Friday:

• Haircut


• Calculus midterm and Kanji test (fuck that)


• More cloves


• 80's party at Rose's


• Getting super faded

Saturday:

• My boyfriend


• Making shirts


• Thrifting


• Going out to eat (being a college student this doesn't happen much)


• Sex


• Watching movies

Sunday:

• My boyfriend


• Sex


• Going out to breakfast


• Crocheting, maybe


• Homework


• The general ballz-ness that is Sunday

And I'm going to update this journal way too much.  I know it's going to end up being what LJ used to be for me before their dickery became unbearable: a huge time-sucker.