entropical: (Psych: Invisible)
Hi! I'm not dead!

Finals ate my brains for two weeks like a hungry, hungry zombie (that board game would be SO MUCH MORE AWESOME - instead of the marble things there'd be tiny little brains and the zombies would have teeth and maybe I have an entire backlog of crazy to get through at this point, I can't say). Then I had moving home, and then I had moving home with, surprise, NO INTERNET. AT&T worked some voodoo that kept all the precious interwebs locked away until we reinstalled some software long since lost to the sands of time. But the Brother Creature fixed it! And now all is happiness and light!

In the middle of all those shenanigans I had an LJ-versary. Four fucking years, dudes. It feels like a long damn time and simultaneously not nearly long enough. It's hard to believe there was a point in my life where I didn't have fandom, didn't know any of you. In case you didn't know, I heart you guys kind of a lot. You're totally stuck with me for another four years, now with additional DW account. (My DW and LJ share a birthday. This pleases me entirely too much.) Finally I am rid of my numbers! Just entropical over there, and you should all friend me so I don't have to hunt you down like the stalky, stalky person I am. It'll be much more comfortable for all involved.

So! I'm going to start catching up on flist! Maybe I'll even leave comments at some point. And then? I might talk about all the SPN I've been watching. Or the Patrick O'Brian I read to soothe my poor, lonely soul. It's all very thrilling.
entropical: (dw: doctor omg)

I wouldn't have known at all if I hadn't gone to print out notes and saw a posting about a study session for yesterday. I would have walked into that class, sat down, and probably died of a heart attack. Thank the sweet baby Jesus the lowest grade gets dropped. THREE GUESSES WHICH ONE THAT'LL BE FOR ME.

Sometimes I don't know how I haven't killed myself with sticks yet.
entropical: (hi)
I have been really exceedingly bad at posting (and commenting) lately. I'm reading everything! Just not, y'know, responding to it. /o\

Brief rundown of my existence lately:
- Shakespeare. Two plays. Need done by Wednesday. Have I done any reading? Ahahahahahahaha, you silly things. OF COURSE I HAVEN'T.
- Being the Littlest Lumberjack (and I'm okay). The course description for ornithology neglected to mention that I'd spend a couple of hours clearing brush and praying to the sweet baby Jesus I didn't stumble across a patch of poison ivy. Fangirls love lepers, I'm sure.
- Not Packing. I like to save that joy for the morning I leave. Nothing like a dose of panic to make everyday life more interesting.
- Everything is better with drinking games, including things that are already awesome. (Notable exception: quality of typing. And it's harder to decipher the drunk text of others when you're a bit sloshed yourself.) However, do not reveal any ignorance as to the rules of said game. People will take cruel advantage of this and shout random numbers at you to make you drink more.
- Watching Paul Bettany juggle fire while half-naked. Some people will have already heard about this, but I find that it can't be stated often enough. Paul Bettany. Fire juggling. Half-naked.

Also, I wanted to mention to my roomies/those I am likely to hang out with that I have 150 GB of storage space open for any media we're likely to need THIS WEEKENED OMG. My hard drive is your hard drive, people. If I can find a source for it, I will make it happen.
entropical: (homework)
I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, and I'll tell you how I'm going to cut every single one of the people in my bio group and also how I'm probably doing a whole 'nother year of school.

Point the first: We have to have a list of plants we need for a habitat rehabilitation project tomorrow morning. We have approximately NOTHING. The dude who CHOSE the habitat is maintaining radio silence despite being the only one with any real ideas for this thing, even after I sent out email last night explicitly asking him to clue the rest of us in. If I have to send out more email it'll be explicit in an entirely different way. This is how I always end up the group leader for this crap; everyone else is too fucking incompetent to be let loose on their own. Also, I have to memorize a THOUSAND bird calls by tomorrow morning. And that is not nearly as hyperbolic as I wish it were.

As for point the second: I HAVE THE WORST PLANS EVER. I'm probably staying a semester beyond what I intended to get that English degree I've been considering ever since... I started college? I was looking at my records and, you guys, after next fall I'll be three lit classes, a French class, and a final project away from that degree. It would be so dumb not to just bite the bullet for one more semester and do it. Five years, and a double major in two COMPLETELY UNRELATED fields. That's pretty badass.

Even with all that, I can't bring myself to be too stressed right now because at this very time in two weeks? I will be in BOSTON with my GIRLS. \o/
entropical: (homework)
My spine makes crumpling sounds when I bend backwards. That cannot be good.

I have to be insightful about Richard III for 800 more words and these are the observations I'm making. I believe the technical term here is DOOMED. And tomorrow brings a chem exam, studying for a bio exam, and pulling a research project proposal out of a hat for Friday. Right now, all I have is "Birds. :D? :D?" Ugh. Why isn't Subtext: How to Spot the Elusive Gay a class? I would ace every single one of those exams.

But! In not that many weeks Thursday morning will mean planes. Planes to take me to Boston and fangirls! That is one hell of a bright spot on the horizon. *rubs hands together in glee*
entropical: (apples)
That wailing and gnashing of teeth you just heard? That was me realizing I forgot my hard drive at home. The hard drive where Farscape lives. Well, [livejournal.com profile] catwalksalone, it would appear I'll have time to start your saga of Boys in Love after all. The Yay Boys part of me is full of glee at this prospect. The crack addict craving another fix is decidedly less happy.

Had bird exam today, which I most likely did well on because there is no justice in the world. I read bandom fic until 3am, and only then did I begin to study in anything like earnest. This is not a good strategy but damned if it hasn't worked for me so far.

On the agenda for the rest of the week: finish Merchant of Venice (I'm shipping Antonio/Bassanio and don't know how I feel about that), start Midsummer Night's Dream, and learn five chapters' worth of immunology for exam on Friday. Aaaaand I probably won't start anything until Thursday evening. *is resigned to fate*
entropical: (slinky)
Why is it SO DIFFICULT to post after you've been quiet a lot? I think the text box gets rusty. The pretend kind of rust that affects pixels and gives you digital tetanus.

My cat is being clingy. R. Kelly here got trapped in my brother's closet for a couple of hours today. He's making up for lost attention and insists upon being in my room... so he can stand by the door and want right back out and then demand to be let back in. Rinse and repeat ad freaking nauseum and I am about to make a lovely hat out of him. It will be furry and warm.

ION, I am now done poking about in dead pigeons. \o/ The life of the average bio major involves about 100% more slitting open of preserved corpses than those in other disciplines, I've found. Except for maybe the math people. I have my doubts about them. *eyes suspiciously*

The lack of bird corpses in my life makes it EVEN EASIER to predict what I am doing at any given moment: now it's down to "sleeping" and "watching Farscape." Entire first season in three or four days. \o?

Oh my dear lord, you guys. It's eating those few precious remaining brain cells. I have, at various times, wanted to hit each and every one of these characters, and I LOVE THEM. CLAUDIA BLACK. OH MY GOD. John Crichton, who's so not my type (I prefer my guys to, um, look a little more like girls than Ben Browder does? But damn those are good arms to have) but who is so awesome that he has BECOME my type. He tapes up broken robots, guys! There is no universe in which that is not adorable! And hey there, thing for blue alien chicks I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I HAD, I am not entirely certain you're okay. *goes to start second season*
entropical: (otp)
Three day weekends are beautiful. *lazes* (I'm ignoring the fact that this is the last extended vacation I'll see until spring break for lo, that is depressing and unsuitable for this time of joy.)

The only goal I have for today is getting through the third act of Richard III and maybe a bit of the fourth. And dudes, all this Shakespeare is making me long for Slings & Arrows something fierce. I'm going to have to find a source because *grabby hands*

And then I'm going back to Master and Commander. There are entire paragraphs in which I understand only prepositions and conjunctions, but O'Brian is good about explaining the important things and conveying the gist of the action through all the detail. And I have wikipedia on standby if I absolutely must know what a deadeye is.

And now: the unrepentant flailing. )

I'm sure there are things I'm forgetting to say, but yeah. I've only read half and I kind of adore it.
entropical: (discount tent)
When my lungs mutiny, I am blaming Professor Nutjob. Yesterday morning I was dragged outside in weather that bore a distinct lack of degrees to watch birds for 40 minutes. Chucks are not shoes designed for that kind of cold, let me tell you. The ice on the lake was thick enough to make that cracking boom sound. (Okay, that part? That was kind of neat. I've never heard that IRL before.) I live a step away from the south, people, I did not sign up for this shit. Thank god we're getting back up to temps where water is liquid.

For the rant portion of the day: AMAZON HAS STILL NOT GIVEN ME MY BOOKS. I ordered nearly TWO WEEKS AGO. Amazon UK gets my stuff to me in three days tops, and they have to send things across an OCEAN, ffs. What is this fuckery? They will be first against the wall when the revolution comes.

I did, however, get some mail from Bulgaria. Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] nyn17! The postcard was, um, most enlightening. (Seriously. You're not making that up? He actually went that kind of batshit crazy?)

Guys, this is why I love the internet. I get to have friends who live half a world away AND I get to talk to them regularly. There is no version of life in which that is not amazing. <3

(PS: I love this icon even more now that I have to read Richard III.)
entropical: (witticism)
Time hasn't done anything to make me hate organic chemistry less. I swear to god, I can feel my soul withering with every minute I sit in that lecture hall. And I have it again tomorrow. *sobs* Intro to Shakespeare afterward is soothing and peaceful by comparison.

Why did no one warn me that breaking in boots is an immensely painful experience? Sweet merciful Jesus, OW. I expected there to be BLOOD when I got them off. Damn you, Doc Martens, I will wear you even if it kills me, and it looks like it very well might. Exsanguination through the ankles.

Also, to wrap things up in the usual no-segues-ever way, I've started watching Psych. Dudes, one day I will learn to listen to you when you say you love something. I really, really will. This show is AWESOME.
entropical: (natalie stressed)
It is entirely possible that I've spent too much time watching/thinking about British media. My brain has developed an accent.

Next Monday: DO NOT WANT. *clings to current life of sloth* I looked at the syllabus for one of my lit classes last night and then sobbed quietly. Two five-page-minimum research papers, two 12-15 minute presentations incorporating "extensive use of audio/visual materials," and a 12-15 page final paper with footnote-y hell. And that would be on top of two upper-level bio courses, another lit course, and my nemesis, Organic Chemistry. So what I'm thinking is that I want to not have a nervous breakdown, and in order to make that happen? The lit class is going to have to go.

Bleh. I feel all stupidly guilty over it, like I should be pushing myself harder. But the fact is, it's unnecessary: even dropping this class and picking up something equivalent next fall, that final semester will still be 15 credit hours at the most. It wouldn't be any inconvenience, I wouldn't be screwing myself over by doing this, and I tend to operate on an all-or-nothing basis when it comes to class. If I have that much work, Nothing stands up and shimmies enticingly.

...This is all very dull to people who aren't me, I'm sure. Um. *dances for your amusement*?
entropical: (homework)
I am finished studying for the last exam of the semester. \o/ (You linguists are completely mad. Why you would choose to study this is beyond me. I didn't know what I was getting into, but you? You take class after class of this madness. *clings to safe, familiar sciencey things*)

Now I am going to watch frivolous television and let my brain wind down from fight-or-flight mode. (Seriously: Insane.)

(Note to [livejournal.com profile] airinshaw: Vacation starts tomorrow/later today. My free time will be plentiful. Also, I have gone, what, a day and a half without IMing you? And yet I am already going through withdrawal. Clearly, you are made of crack. I mean that in the best way possible.)