January 2005
1-31-05, 9:48pm
Ah, the joys of ranking your friends.
My toes are currently so cold, they feel like they're about to fall off. They had to go and have a fire drill on one of the coldest nights ever. Just as I was finally getting some good studying in, it goes off, leaving me only enough time to grab a sweatshirt and flip flops. So they leave us standing out there for nearly half an hour in the freezing cold, with the drizzle and the wind... yes, almost as much of a hell as the Friday afternoon Physics lab. Almost.
Anyway, I don't have much more to say, seeing that I updated less than 24 hours ago. I was just working on the new page that's in the works, and figured I'd throw in a rant for good measure. I've also decided I'm not gonna bother to make my lists from the last post funny. I'm bored with it now.
Oh man, I just found some girl in my dorm's playlist on iTunes. It's quite possibly the greatest thing I've ever seen. She's got all the classics... N'Sync, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Jason Mraz... along with some of the lesser known greats, like O-Town and SheDaisy. Wow.
Ok, off to watch Daily Show and maybe study for the test I have on Thursday. Eh. Maybe.
1-30-05, 11:23pm
Wow, it's been a fun fun week. Where to start...
Well, classes are going as well as can be expected, I guess. There still mind-numbingly difficult, and I think Tuesdays and Thursdays are eventually going to be the death of me. But it's nothing I can't handle really. Micro 351 is actually turning out to be kind of fun. We have these case studies at the beginning of every class, where the prof gives you the symptoms and you go home and research what disease it is. Very fun and exciting... to me anyway.
Which got me thinking kind of... It's always been in the back of my mind, I guess, that medical school was an option, but I never really took it seriously. Just recently though, it's become more and more evident that I could do it. I always thought I was too wimpy to be a really good doctor of any sort. Not that I faint at the sight of blood, but I just don't think I could look someone in the eye and tell them that they're mother had died under my care. Saying that about someone's pet just always seemed somewhat (if not much) better to me. Becoming a doctor always seemed like a lot of hell and not much else, as well. Internship, 18 hour shifts, being on call, and not to mention all of the unspeakable things that you have to do when you're in training (if you've seen Scrubs, you know some of what I'm talking about...) And the possibility of making mistakes just seems that much more astronomically scary when it's a humans life that you have in the balance.
But as I was doing this case study, everything I found just fascinated me. Well, everything having to do with medicine does, normally, but this especially so. Doing a diagnosis, weighing the symptoms against one another, and thinking what could have caused a certain thing to happen as opposed to something else entirely... I dunno, I loved it. It just threw a whole shadow of doubt on the goal that I'd set for myself since before Jr. High. I've ALWAYS wanted to be a veterinarian. It's always just been what I knew I would love doing for the rest of my life. And it kind of seems weird that now theirs another, equally appealing choice. I know I just need to think about it more. I should be thankful. I know that I want to do something in the field of medicine, and that's more than some people know at this point in their lives. We'll see where this takes me. Probably nowhere. But I need to think about it.
But on to the fun stuff. I'm a superhero now. So theirs that. I've actually been a superhero since last semester, but have only recently joined a group of crime fighters to protect the world and everything in it that is good. Someone else (I don't remember who... probably Ryan) came up with the name, but whoever it was... there genius. We are... are you ready for this... The Perfects. It just fits, doesn't it? Just a group of good kids, saving the world from evil and playing bocci in their spare time. In a word, perfect. Yeah, I think Ryan and Brandon are making a comic out of it too. (I think they just want to be like Seth, but don't tell them I told you...) For a list of all the superheroes we have now, check out Ryan's site, I think there on they're.
Oh, and Katie's taken to listing us in order of our perfection too. Which kind of sparked some retaliation list-making, which in turn sparked more list-making. A vicious cycle, really. But that means that I, too, have been convinced that I need my own list to gauge the perfection of my friends. And so I'm going to do it. I'm a wimp, remember? Okay, here goes...
For the break down of the scoring, look here. It's too long for the rants page. And just for the hell of it, I threw myself in they're too.
Anyway, the totals for overall perfection end up as...
1. Me with 3138 pts. Of course. Was it any contest
really? We all know that Sperm Girl is the best one.
2. Steph with 2118.18
3. Veronica with 2050.99 pts.
4. Brandon with 2011.934 pts.
5. Katie with 1962.3 pts.
6. Katherine with 1891 pts.
7. Ryan with 2207.67 pts. -400 for gloating!
8. Kistie with 1727.05 pts.
And that's it for now. More updates will be coming soon. I've been wanting to make a new page for a while... I'm not going to tell you exactly what it is yet, because those whores who also have websites will probably steal it from me and call it theres. Bah! My idea! Haha. It will be made soonish, though. Ok, bedtime now. Sweet dreams!
1-23-05, 2:04am
Well, I feel much better. Things are looking up greatly, mostly thanks to the amazing friends that I have. Seriously, thanks so much for talking me through it all and just being there in general, you guys rock. And then it's been a much less stressful weekend, too, which helps a bit. Anyway, enough sappiness. On to the rant itself...
Oh, for those of you who care... Since I last wrote about my classes things have gotten even crazier. Turns out the day after I wrote that extremely angsty rant, my honors Bio class was dropped because too few people were registered for it. So the class that I had kept and dropped Sociology for turned out to disappear altogether. It was pretty funny, actually. We were talking before the time our class was supposed to start about how awful it would be for it to get dropped, and how people needed it to graduate. Then the prof. walks in and informs us that it has, indeed, been dropped. So it turns out that I was freaking out about 18 hours one day, and ended up with only 12 hours the next day. I went to the Biology office for the second time that week and registered for a Microbiology course I needed for my major anyway, and that's where I stand right now. After having my schedule changed 5 times in the past week, I now have 16 hours with 3 labs (one of which is now an 8am... blah!). Crazy, yes. But I've decided I need to just shut up and deal with it. It's only gonna get harder from here. And at least now everything is (hopefully) settled and I can get to work. Looking back on it, the whole situation was kind of comical...
Other than that, nothing really eventful has happened. Which I am completely okay with! I love uneventful. Ha, "I'm okay with being unimpressive. I sleep better." Yes, everything does relate to Mean Girls or Garden State, it's true.
We have started our Photo Essay of College Station project however, which turned out to be a very fun, if cold and windy, night of fun. I've decided that my camera sucks at taking night pictures however. They all come out blurry. Yeah, if you want, you can see some of them towards the end of the pictures section.
We ended up working out my Dawson's Creek quota into the equivalent of time-left-that-I-don't-have-to-kiss-Katie, for some reason, tonight. I think I have until the first week in March? Eh. It's highly probable that Katie won't even kiss me anyway, so there's that. I also doubt I'll be able to find a guy to kiss in that time, though. Katie's decided that I'm too shy to meet guys on my own, and I almost agree with her. As depressing as that is to think about. On a similar note, I've just about given up on that certain crush I've had for a while now. It's still a crush, I guess, but I'm so incredibly impatient that it's frustrating when we never hang out with him. Eh. I'm this close to allowing Katie to set me up... well, maybe not that close. Have you seen Katie's taste in guys... I mean, come on... Max Walling (muaha, I love having that trump card). Whatever. I'm not gonna worry myself a whole lot about guys, but it does get annoying sometimes.
I want to be watching the Garden State commentary right now. In an effort to spread its awesomeness, however, I've lent it out and it hasn't been returned yet. Sadly. Oh well, another night. I should probably get some sleep anyway.
1-20-05, 12:01am
I've been picking at the same orange for over half an hour now. For those of you who don't know, I'm quite neurotic about my oranges. You know that white stuff that sticks to the orange after you've peeled it? Absolutely hate it. So I'll sit for however long it takes and pick it all off. Some would say it's not worth it just for an orange, but it's also somewhat cathartic, I think. Lets me relax when I'm stressed. Maybe it even gives me a sense of accomplishment or something. I dunno. The point is, is that the more stressed I am, the longer it takes for me to be satisfied with the lack of white stuff. And I've been at this one for almost 40 minutes. And counting.
So this is going to be one of the few rants that is actually a rant. And it's probably gonna come off as whiny... pathetic, perhaps... so if you don't want to read it, don't. But I need somewhere to vent right now.
Mom and Marvin are divorced now. Officially. So there that is. I've known for a few weeks now. The crazy thing is I had to find out from my aunt, who had talked to Marvin earlier and found out from him. How f-ing messed up is that? My own mother can't tell me things like this? I only knew when they became separated because, gee, Marvin moved out of the house. She didn't even talk to me then. Oh, and what's even more screwed up, is that our entire family doesn't know either. My grandfather talked to me online a couple of days ago asking if anything was wrong because he'd gotten a Christmas card without Marvin's name on it. What is she gonna do, just pretend like it never happened?
My family is rapidly going crazy. And my sister doesn't sound too happy either. She's never been a particularly cheery or happy-go-lucky, but now she sounds really stressed. I went through all those years with our mom being single, and it's definitely not a good place to be. Being strong, acting as the other parent, letting them lean on you when you just want to be a kid. I can't remember if my sister reads this or not, but if you are, Tiggs, hang in there. Worst case, it's only another two years and you're gone. And if you need someone to talk to, I'm here.
On top of all that madness, the semester's started. I wish I could say I loved all of my classes and am really excited, but to tell the truth, I'm actually quite scared. And stressed. I knew that it was going to be a stressful semester when I registered, I just think I underestimated it a bit. It's gotten better since I dropped a class (big thanks to Katie, Katherine and Brandon for talking me into it), which was an annoying Sociology class that I didn't really want to take in the first place. (Got mysteriously dropped from my first choice of a Shakespeare class, for those of you I haven't told about it. I ended up replacing it with the sociology class, but it turned out to be too much on top of an already packed schedule.) So now I'm down to just the 15 hours plus labs. The Honors Biology, however, still intimidates me. It's incredibly interesting, but a huge challenge at the same time. The prof. showed us grade distributions from last semester, and I remember highest of the final grades being around 78% or 79%. Scary, to say the least. Funny thing is, I was the only one in the class who seemed even hardly disturbed by that. I also seem more behind on the material than the others, which bothers me. That really bothers me. And then there's Organic Chemistry, difficult as always, but as close to fun as Chemistry gets. And the dreaded Physics. God, I hate Physics.
And of course, two of the hardest, OChem and Bio end up having tests on the same day on multiple occasions. All of my exams end up being extremely close together this semester, actually, which is stressing me out now, and the first are still 3 weeks away.
I dunno. By now I've gotten to the point where I know I can do it. I know I can pull off As. It's just going to be a special kind of hell getting there.
I think what's frustrating me most right now is that I don't have my books. And stupid Wal-Mart doesn't seem to care that college students need regular spiral notebooks. It's my own fault for ordering the books so late, I know. But I just feel so unprepared and helpless to actually get prepared. I know that I have 2 incredibly difficult tests in 3 weeks, and can't do anything about it because I don't have the textbooks yet. I feel like I should be studying something, reading something, but I don't have anything to do. I think I'm gonna have to go look into the course reserves that the library is supposed to have. Ugh. Next time I order books online to save some money, I'll think about doing it a tad earlier, I guess.
That's another thing I'm worried about. Money is tight. Really tight. My mom's trying not to let me see it, but I can tell she's not doing so hot. We had to spend $500 on my car to get the brake pads fixed, and she nearly cried when I told her. Why can't she understand that you can't go spending money to buy hundreds of DVDs and manicures when you need to pay bills? It boggles my mind.
Oh yeah. And now my parents are in some kind of tax battle over me. It's hard to explain... but incredibly stressful nonetheless. But my dad is definitely in trouble with the IRS, big trouble from the sound of it. Which makes it tense, to say the least, between us. And between him and my mom too, of course.
I need to get a job. And send off the letters for sponsorship for my ISV trip. I need to study. I need to sleep.
So that's it. My extremely angsty update is over with. It's kind of a passive aggressive way of letting all of this stuff out into the open. I've been meaning to let you guys know about some of it for a while, but just never got the chance. I mean, what was I going to say, "Haha! Those boob jokes never get old, Katie. So, by the way, my parents are divorced now..." Yeah.
Don't worry, though, I'm not descending into xanga-esque emo-ness permanently. I'll probably be back to my cheerful rantless rants soon enough. Heh, and Brandon says I have no drama...
Now I'm off to download the music from Scrubs, read the sequel to Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and not think about any of this at all for at least another 8 hours. Goodnight and sweet dreams!
1-10-05, 2:40am
The Wood is shaping up to be quite the masterpiece, I must say. We were bored after watching the People's Choice Awards (speaking of, a minor tangent... 'the people' should be shot. Matt Leblanc over Zach Braff and the Lost guy?! Letterman over Leno and Jon Stewart?! The Passion over Shrek 2 and Spiderman 2?! Farenheit 9/11?! Blah!! What the hell are 'the people' smoking?! Ok. And now back to your regularly scheduled program...) so we went to the park over near Veronica's house to swing and talk about plot lines and characters. So many ideas! Don't worry, we'll share them with the rest of you soon enough. A brainstorming session is definitely called for, preferably before we go back.
Then we ended up driving to IHOP to get some drinks and a bite to eat. Apparently, the rest of Friendswood also decided to go to IHOP. We saw Chris Arolfo and some other Friendswoodians, Melissa and her boy toy, and Matt Wright. It was kind of weird running into all of them at the same time. Like an ambush. A nice ambush, but an ambush all the same. Anyway, I'm still working on my Top 10 of 2004 thing. Hopefully I'll have it done by December...
1-8-05, 11:49pm
Yeah, so I didn't update when I said I would. And the Best Movies of 2004 section still isn't finished. Oh well.
We went to Galveston and Kemah recently, in an attempt to fight the onset of boredom that inevitably occurs during any amount of time spent in Friendswood. Both were incredibly fun. I don't know why we don't do those things more often. Maybe because it takes a long time to get both places and Kemah costs money.... whatever.
Anyway, still no new title for this section. I've decided that I'm completely unoriginal. Does that count as a rant?
1-6-05, 2:29am
It's 2005! Okay, so maybe I'm a little late in welcoming the New Year. But does it really matter? The only people that look at this page know what I've been doing over the break anyway. Or you should. So I don't really see the point in updating this part of the site with anything more. It would just be boring repetition.
Although... I have noticed something while I was writing. The title of this page seems to be a bit of a misnomer. I was looking back through my other updates, and none of them seem particularly rantish. I should probably look into changing that, but I can't think of another title I like right now, so... give me ideas, if you have any. I'll keep working on it.