So I finally got my stuff sorted and figured out my schedule for next semester.

Since I am a semester away from it, I'm going to finish out my A.S. in Computer Science next spring. (Another semester of another programming with this professor *weeps* )

This is meh news, for me. MEH. This class has sort of pulled every ounce of joy and excitement I had for the subject out of my cold, dead heart. (EVEN ARTHUR'S GRUMPY FACE CANNOT PROPERLY EXPRESS THE LACK OF JOY I FEEL FOR IT NOW. IT IS LIKE A BLACKHOLE FOR HAPPINESS.)

However! I told my adviser today that I wanted to switch to a Political Science major, because, seriously, I have never loved a class like I love my government class. Not ever. I mean, I grew up with my great grandmother taking me along to Democratic Women's meetings before I was old enough to go to school. I spent five years with the West Wing and Jon Stewart as my main entertainment. (True story, the last conversation I ever had with my great grandmother was about the 2004 election, how screwed we were, how much we hated it when people didn't vote, and how Jon Stewart was, in fact, a voice of reason. She was 72 and an ordained minister. She was for real one of my favorite people in the history of ever. ♥ ) Politics may do terrible things to my blood pressure, but I keep coming back for more, because they do it in a way that I love.

So I'm taking 16 hours and an upper level PoliSci course--I'm taking a Constitutional Law course--for funsies and to test out the waters. I'm so excited about that class, you guys, you just don't even know.

And by finishing out my A.S. in Computer Science, that leaves me with all my gen eds completed, and three courses away from a CS minor. (At least until I get frustrated and try to sneak in journalism courses because, you know, why not.)

So, I don't know, here's to doing something I love, instead of something I think will pay well?

OH MY GODDDD PROGRAMMING, I HATE YOU AND ALL YOU CHOSE TO BE.

I am going to fail this test so fucking hard. It might just be a thing of legend. Fuck.

While gyzym is blaming me for everything ever, I continue to keep my finger firmly pointed at aredblush. Which is to say, she forced me to write Handsome Bob/One Two. Well, aredblush and a healthy dose of procrastination. Never underestimate the procrastination.



Now, I will return to studying. And wishing for a quick and less-painful-than-programming death.

( cut for the not-fun kind of flailing about school, nerding out over computer specs, and ranting about course required software. You're welcome. )

The bakery story is now at around 4100 words and I've started to hate it. This is why I don't write long things. I know where it needs to go, and I know the steps I need to hit along the way, but I can't seem to get it there, and it's extremely frustrating. I'd try to work on something else for a while, but I know myself well enough to know that I'd never go back to it.

I don't know what to do. Stupid writing. Why so hard? (That's what she said)

I also have ridiculous cracked out ideas for Inception fic. Including, I will admit, an AU where they are wedding planners. Apparently my brain has decided to rot itself with crack and fluff. Like I wasn't doing a good enough job at rotting it with terrible reality television or something.

The other Inception idea is... still AU, but much more complicated and way less fun. They turn a profit by putting people in video game scenarios of their (the clients) choosing! Rich people paying an obscene amount of money to dream themselves into a live action version of their favorite game! Mostly it would center around Arthur being a badass shooting people and zombies and Eames being all: ♥___♥ You were a little left of center on that one, darling. And Arthur being all: I'm going to let them eat you, I swear to god. And Eames being all: ♥___♥ Nonsense, you like to use that weapon far too much. And Ariadne being all: Which weapon is that? While looking at his pants, because I can't resist a dick joke. Then they have to solve a RL assassination plot while in a video game.

Possibly I should study video games for that one? Or I should just forget it all together, because, omg hard.

Probably, what I am going to do now is take a nap.

Dear Mr. Professor Dude,

Please do not get snotty about where I send you emails when I am simply replying to the email that YOU sent to my personal email account, KTHX. Also, just to cut this off at the pass this semester--Yes, yes, I know that I have no completed every part of the assignment three days early, if you really wanted it turned in by then, you probably should've made that the due date instead.

Grumpily,
Me



... Does anyone know how anything about virtual machines?

Annoying thing about this class number... you know what, I can't even make up a number large enough: ENTERING THINGS EXACTLY AS INSTRUCTED DOES NOT ACHIEVE DESIRED RESULTS.

Also, P.S., Class on Website Design, teaching students things that don't work in Firefox? Not the best plan for future success of students. No, I am not kidding. No. Seriously. I don't give a shit if it works in IE and Netscape. In fact, some sources say that IE is no longer the most commonly used browser. But guess what's eating away at it's popularity? I'll give you a hint: IT ISN'T NETSCAPE.

::grumps::

Traffic was terrible yesterday, which does not fill me with hope for today/Thursday's drives. My life, you guys, so hard. But there were Cobras! And dancing like a moron. And Travie McCoy! (I seriously cannot wait for Tuesday's album drop. My grabby hands, Travie, let me show you them.) And I kind of think everyone should go listen to the band that opened the show, I Fight Dragons. ("Every time I say what I want to be / Someone says that's not how it's gonna be / Come on, baby, quit your dreaming / Grab your things, the train is leaving.")

On the upside of running late, I had access to the bar. And we skipped 3Oh!3 to get french fries. Haha, take that, asshole fanboys.

I've been trying to do this stupid homework assignment, which should be totally easy except for how I don't like people to know that my hobbies are basically "flail about bands and boys I love" and "Sometimes write fic where those bands and boys also love each other a lot." Actually, I don't really care for people to know my hobbies at all. Like, hi, I don't care to tell a class of strangers anything about me, kthxbai. It's one of those weird traits of my personality, I guess? Anyway I'm supposed to write about how the internet has enriched one of my hobbies, and I have no idea what to put. Youtube and music, maybe? I'm not sure I want to do anything about writing, since it's the thing I tell people about me the least, but it would be a chance to do a thinly veiled rant on grammar, I suppose, and how OMG YOU ARE 60 YEARS OLD HOW HAVE YOU NOT YET LEARNED THAT "ALOT" IS NOT A WORD.

::cough:: Sorry, that just... that just really bugs me.

In conclusion: ::flails::

Wow, so my summer blow-off courses? SUCK. Not cool, school, not cool at all. >:(

So, I have been completely digging The Gaslight Anthem (omg so Dean! Every song is Dean! ALL ABOUT DEAN) but they are not exactly driving music. I've got a 10+ hour road trip (alone omg) in my not so distant future. Anybody have suggestions for road music? Something that'll keep me awake, and not make me want to drive off the road out of depression/horror/angst/bleed ears?

::makes puppy eyes::

1. OMG REMIX IS DUE SUNDAY. I WAS LOOKING THE OTHER DIRECTION AND IT CAME UP BEHIND ME AND I THINK IT MAY HAVE KNIFE, OK. THIS WEEKEND WILL BE FILLED WITH PANIC. PANIC AND DOOM.

2. There is a bug in my room and it is freaking me out a lot. A lot lot. Possibly more than Remix, you guys.

3. My grades were posted today! I managed to keep my 4.0! I am so stupidly excited by this, you guys! So crazy stupidly excited!

4. Yet another teacher informed me that they think I should switch majors. I... am not sure how I feel about this.

Have you ever had those days where all you want to do is runaway? It's like when you were young and used to daydream about packing your bags and striking out on your own. Your mom might cry, and beg you to stay, in those daydreams, but you where 8 years old and knew your destiny lied somewhere far, far away from English class.

I want to runaway today. Far, far away.

Not so much from English, but math, let me tell you, is not exactly giving me any reasons to stay. The epic assholery of the teacher in that class has pretty much made my math homework even less appealing than normal, because I think about doing it, and remember how he pretty much called me a moron for asking a question yesterday. I mean, hey, I've got an A in that class. He talks about not wanting to give due dates for each assignment, because he knows that not everyone is the same; that's a fucking lie, though, he's always reducing us to statistics, and lecturing about plumbing, and not bothering to attempt to learn our names. One of my friend's in that class answered a question and he said, "Oh, you think so, huh?" Asshole.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly jumping to do my Comp homework either, but at least for all her crazy she doesn't talk to us like we're idiot children.

All of this, of course, comes back to how it's time to enroll or the spring semester, and I'm curled up into a ball of DNW.

Another things that should be LJ moods: FILLED WITH DREAD and DNW

What I want to do: be able to write some fucking zombie apocalypse fic. Why can't I figure this thing out? Why, why, why?