I've moved from blogger to LiveJournal, since LiveJournal has quite a few more features. It's much more like a community, and I like the interaction.

Unsurprisingly, I shouldn't be writing. I'm in class again, and what a shock, I should be doing my work instead. But hey, that's why god invented the multitask. I'm currently on my last week of school, but don't know whether or not I'm excited about it. Being used to a normal year's worth, this January-to-May thing is, for lack of a better word, creeping me out.

I'm a little disappointed that I won't be passing my Internet Tech class with flying colors, something that I should be doing since I know all the material and essentially live online. Unfortunately, my own laziness has done me in. I skipped three important papers (brilliant, I know), and just attempted to make them up yesterday in order to turn them in today. Out of the three, I managed to finish one. That irritates me a lot primarily because I had a pretty damned good idea for one of the two others. Write about a current Internet trend. Why not blogging?

Anyway, now my major concern is what the hell I'm going to do for summer vacation. My family travels a lot, which is all well and good, but I'd like to go back to California (something I'll never say again; I'm currently living in New Hampshire). Just to get some business out of the way. Plus I'd like to catch up with some friends. Murphy's Law had me move from California to New Hampshire, then had my best friend move from Japan to California about two weeks later. Naturally, I hadn't seen her for a good three years or thereabout. Needless to say, I'm supremely pissed about that.

So my week of blissful peace and quiet is coming to an end as my cousins return from Florida, my aunt having finished her week's worth of business trips yesterday. Despite that lingering New York paranoia about being home alone is a big, open house surrounded by suspicious woods, I'm a little mournful over the loss of quasi-vacation time. This means that I'll have to put up with the family unit again. Boo hoo, really.

Actually, I'm bullshitting here. Sure, they irritate the bejeezus out of me on a daily basis, but they're the best family I've got. So I'll shut the hell up and move on now.

I need to redesign my website. It's so flonqing ugly right now, and inconvenient t'boot. But I can't find anything that, 1.) I like enough to attempt, and 2.) I'm actually capable of, with my average level HTML skills. I'm seriously wishing for Frontpage or Dreamweaver right about now, but we've all gotta live without.

So currently, I'm on this retro 80s craze. I'm a product of the 80s, and miss my Pound Puppies, my Care Bears, my My Little Pony and my Rainbow Brite. Ever since I bought a couple of t-shirts and my aunt eBayed a video for me, I've been on a kick. I want this stuff back. All of it. Right bloody now. So bless the creators of eBay, really, because for those of us who miss our old toys but can never retrieve them, this is splendid.

Okay, so it's 2 AM, and I want to go to Boston. Or sleep. Either one of those would be pretty a'ight at the moment.

Oyyyyy... I hate mathematics! As I type, my class and I are currently dredging our way through Microsoft Excel. I accept that it's an incredibly versatile and useful program, but I just embarrassed myself by forgetting everything. Not really in regard to the class -- there's five of us here today, and most of us are having difficulty, so I'm hardly shamed. But I feel stupid. I could easily remember this stuff if I just put an effort into it. But naturally, slacker that I am, that's out of the question. And I feel bad over it, because if nothing else, my role model is looking forward to me bringing home good grades, something I haven't done since my freshman year of high school. The embarrassment is all for my own sake, I suppose.

It's just been one of those weeks. On Tuesday I burned my hand, then punched a hole in the bottom of my foot within half an hour of each other. And it's just gone along with that sort of crummy trend, although I can't say things have been deathly terrible. I guess I just need something to complain about.

On another note, I think I'll be able to finally meet one of my longtime online friends within the next couple of weeks, so happy day. Hopefully we'll get to go to the movies and see Blow, Johnny Depp geeks that we are. I'm thrilled by the man's acting abilities, but I'm so petty -- he creeps me out as a blond. The long hair I can dismiss, but the blond... ::shudders:: Ever since I fell madly in lust with James Marsters, it seems like most of my favorite prettyboy actors are going bleached. I saw the commercial for Evolution yesterday, and David Duchovny's been added to the list. David Duchovny! Talk about bizarre.

I haven't been a regular X-Files watcher in a while due to schedule conflicts, but have made an attempt with this new season. And while... what's his name, the guy who plays the new agent (I wonder how often he gets that kind of reaction, poor guy), is doing a great job with his character, he bores the hell out of me. I miss Mulder! The X-Files, and Buffy, come to think of it, seem to be heading downhill fast. Watchers need to accept change more easily -- I, for one, miss Doyle from the first season of Angel like crazy -- because when things like this happen, it always seems as though shows drop like a rock. Although I can understand it with The X-Files, as they lost the spark of the series.

Buffy, on the other hand... Blah. I don't know why it's ceasing to interest me; it just is. At this point, I watch for two reasons. James Marsters and morbid curiosity. I miss Oz. I want to see more of Giles. I despise the Spike/Buffy "romance." Willow and Tara are cute together, and I've come to like Amber Benson, who plays The Other Witch, but this sudden "I'm gay, look at me!" thing irritates me. And please, don't think that I'm spouting off sexist bullshit, because some of the people I love the most are openly gay. But, um, okay, you've been interested in men all your life. Then suddenly you find yourself liking a girl. Okay, that's great, go with it, because happiness is fleeting in this world. So you start dating, life is dandy. And you claim to be gay. You scream to the rafters "Um, okay, gay now!" Yet both before and after you start dating this girl, you claim to also love a guy. So wouldn't this make you bi?

Okay, whatever. That's just my main petty irritant with the show. I'm weird like that. Because I feel that if Willow can't be with Oz, then she should be with Spike. Yes, Spike. They work. Read the fanfiction, there's a lot of it.

Wow. And I promised to actually update this thing regularly, too.

Anyway, whatever. This is more of the same -- rambling -- on my part right now, as I'm currently at school, and probably shouldn't be screwing around with this sort of thing. But who cares, right?

I want the new Train album (Drops of Jupiter). A whole lot. Right now. There's very few musicians that immediately touch me on that soul-deep level, and after hearing Drops of Jupiter alone, I can add Train to the short list. Oh, sure, I love plenty of musicians. I watched VH1's Behind the Music for Billy Idol earlier this week and was in my glory. But like I said, soul-deep. Queen, Mozart, Aerosmith, Matchbox 20. That's about it. I hope that Train goes far, because their music is a beautiful thing.

When will reality tv end?! Survivor I could handle (or at least the first season). The Real World I have always been content to ignore. But for the love of little bunnies, can't the fad stop? Actually, a moment of hypocrisy here. I'm enjoying VH1's series, Bands on the Run. Not a lot, mind you, but enough to sit down and willingly watch it without protest. Which is saying a lot, since I live off of shows like The Pretender, Highlander and Star Trek: Deep Space 9. Notice that all of these shows have been cancelled? Good for you! That's because I have the touch of death when it comes to television. It's a pity, too, because The Pretender was one of the most well written shows aired during its time (although I can admit with only a small amount of pain that as the seasons went by, the stories got progressively stupider).

And whee, class starts. More later.

Yow... I didn't realize it'd been that long since I'd updated this thing. Real life intervenes yet again -- innit great? Pimpernel was alternatively great, and irritating, since I had to tolerate not only the fanaticism of my cousin, but countless other Leaguers, too. Heeeeelp meeee...

Actually, I had fun. And it was nice to make fun of my cousin with the object of her lust, William Paul Michals. ^_^ But still, never again. I must be getting old or something, if one obsessive thirteen year-old can wear me out.

Seeing as how I just woke up from too many hours of sleep, I have little to bitch about. Except maybe for the quasi-boyfriend's incessant pleading that I go to some school dance with him. I was so hopeful that I'd left that sort of thing back in high school. Apparently not. Needless to say, I am not a dance type person. Or a dress type person. Or a socializing type person. So none of this sounds particularly appealing to me, but now that I've got a conscience, I can no longer crush nice young men like him. -_- Oh, how I long for the good old days of incessant bitchiness...

More later. Maybe.

Another rambling rather than a rant tonight, and a brief one since I still have homework remaining for my writing class but only tonight to finish it. Woo, run ons.

I saw the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductions tonight, and might I just say about damned time! Queen and Aerosmith are my favorite bands, no competition, and I'm glad that they're being honored as they've deserved for so long. The only downside to the entire event was the lack of Freddie Mercury, who passed away back in '91. Still, the show was great, and though I wasn't impressed by Kid Rock's take on Aerosmith's music, Steve Tyler & Joe Perry looked fantabulous as always. ^_^

Tomorrow it's off to Providence to see the Scarlet Pimpernel (again). I loved the show the first time around, but have no real desire to see it again. No sense of adventure, I know.

And since I've just been roped into RPing, it's off with me. I promise to bitch about something next week, honest.

Signs that old age and sleep deprivation are fast encroaching: when it's only 10 PM and you're ready to pass out.

I've been like this since spring break started, sadly enough (not that I'm really doing anything with my spring break -- I haven't so much as left the house for anything other than a run yet), which is a little unnerving since I'm normally a very nocturnal creature. The fact that my eyes are constantly killing me isn't exactly a perk, either. Talk about bloodshot... Further weirdness since I've tried to stave this off with far too many naps to be a good thing.

So yeah, for those of us who haven't guessed quite yet, tonight isn't so much a rant as a rambling.

I'm still worked up over that Tripod thing, and am currently in the works of sweet talking my aunt into setting up a domain for myself and my cousin, who, unfortunately, has her site on Tripod. Poor thing. It's slow going, though, because I have this complex about asking for things. Especially money. Bless my sister Zanne for doing the work and finding a decent server to host for our assorted sites, but despite all this promise, I haven't been able to work up the guts to ask. It's a pride thing, I guess.

I feel bad for saying it, but no one noteworthy is signed on to talk to right now, even though a dozen people are showing on my buddy list. That's not a good sign for me. Especially since I consider one person a sister, one a brother, and one's an actual relative. Guilt, guilt. Just another sign that I've really slipped into the incestuous mindset of my RPG -- it's full of witty, fantastic people who I love to pieces, and I think that's the problem. I can relate to them so well that everyone else seems mundane in comparision. Damn you lot for spoiling me so...

Masa, if you're out there, and you chance by this (I realize how likely that possibility is, but I'm tired, and when I get tired I get hopeful), you're missed. Lots. No one has yet been as smarmy and cynical as you and pulled it off. Write me or something, dammit.

I want to role-play, or write, I don't know, but the words won't come in either case. I feel bad. I've put off a few RPs because of this and the persisting exhaustion, which feels almost criminal to me (don't ask, I don't know). Then again, I suppose that it's best to either irritate everyone or make them squirm in antici-(say it!)-pation for a decent RP instead of hand over utter crap.

I went on my first real date last week. Isn't that terrible? Nineteen and my only other official date was at a church... something... sponsored by a beer company. Considering I was a practicing Wiccan at the time, leaning towards atheism, and was raised as a Jew, I found it sort of weird. This recent thing was nice, though. Just mallcrawling and about an hour or so hanging around at my house and talking, but I liked it. My first social outing with a peer since I got here. Talk about accomplishments, considering I've been described as the real life Daria far, far too many times. I'm not sure if it's just something that comes with age or if I'm too suspicious a person, but while I can easily think happy thoughts of this guy, there's a part of my mind that's sitting at a distance and analyzing his every move while it checks for bad signs. My first boyfriend was an amateur stalker, my second cheated on me with my stepaunt/best friend, and my third rightfully juvenile, since he was fifteen-then-sixteen when we went out.

Maybe I'm jaded (hey, Aerosmith plug, go me). It disturbs me, but only mildly, as though this were something I've always done. But I haven't. Maybe I'm learning from experience. Who the hell knows.

It's cold, and I want to listen to music of some sort (my kingdom for Just Push Play or A Kind of Magic...), but I can't find the remote for the tv, I'm too lazy at the moment to flip channels, and there's no stereo down here.

I want to go on and continue rambling, but while my thoughts are still pretty coherent for the most part, they're reaching into personal territory that I'm pretty sure I don't want to cover. Besides, how few of you know about my situation, right? Or care, for the matter. I'll cut things off now before I get much more out of it. And hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to start ranting again.