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Internet>Research paper.

~sigh~ it's going faster now that I have actual sources and have finished thawing out from the walk home. Seriously I'm never, ever going to walk 3.5 miles home in snow drifts that go up past my knees ever again. My pants froze.

I wouldn't have had to if my sister and brother-in-law had been able to give me the ride that they said they were going to. But they once again proved that an hour of my time is less important than 10 minutes of theirs. Or in the case of this evening an hour and thirty minutes of my time is worth less than 10 minutes of theirs.

I'm going to go be responsible and finish my stupid paper. That way I can turn it in and never think of it again. If I never read another book by Hardy it will be too soon.

She's leaving two days early! My mother might even be driving out of town as I type this! Her reasoning behind leaving early may be batshit crazy, but who am I to argue with results? ::does happy dance::

Now maybe I can do the crap that needs to be done around the house without a bitchy, rude, egotistical woman following me about telling me all of my failings and that I need to call her more often. Because, really, I don't have enough misery in my life.

I've been working on my application to McGill. There's so much I feel like I should be doing right this very second and it's driving me nuts. Gah! I also need to figure out some back-up schools in case they decided to do the unlikely but feared "Bwa ha ha ha. NO!" thing to me. These schools need to be far, far away from here. After all I'm looking forward to saying, "I'm sorry Amy, but I can't be your live-in slave/baby sitter I'm going to be somewhere far, far away. This means you'll have to pay someone." It still requires research. And since my mother has been up here lecturing me on all my "failings" my inner inferiority complex that says I shouldn't waste my time doing all this when I'm going to fail epically is reasserting its dominance. I also have essays and crazy professor issues to deal with. Not to mention taking care of all the rat stuff piled in my room and avoiding my family. And getting all the stuff together to move out of the house, back to campus. Yeah, this weekend finally made me realize than any benefits from living there are completely not worth it (Yes, it did take me long enough, silence). So Erin, if you still want me as a suitemate keep room C open. I'll start packing.

Also, I was thinking of switching my mood theme to one of the Phoenix Wright ones floating about. Does anyone know how to go about ganking those things? The people who have posts like "I created a mood theme and you can have it, too" haven't really explained how to do it. And I'm selectively moronic at computer things. The cats are getting a little boring, the sprites in the game are hilariously adorable and I'm looking for an excuse to post something with Godot doing a spit take.

Painted the bathroom earlier today, it is now a new hue of white. This hue of white is called . . . white. Yes, after several days of deliberations my sister finally made the highly daring choice to pick actual white. It's not the 'pure white' hue, as Amy thought that would be "too white," but it is still very, very white.

The best news about the whole project is now I have my bathroom door back. They had to take it off to paint it and to paint parts of the siding and I must say it really sucks to have to go through my sister's bedroom to use the toilet. We won't be able to use the shower until tomorrow but at least I have a nice place to relive myself.

A summary of the rest of the day: Show tunes=awesome; Erin=highly talented. Mike is still very afraid of spiders. Logic, combined with people with the personalty of tofu and familiarity allows me to deduce PIN numbers.

I really, really hate being sick, which is unfortunate because I seem to spend a lot of my time in less than perfect health. Seriously, what the crap is wrong with me?

Yeah, not only did I get the early ITS death plague that was going around two weeks ago, I seem to have gotten something else. Fortunately sleep managed to aid me in recovering from that misery (19 hours of sleep in the past 24) and I’m feeling much better. But I’m sick of being sick.

In other, less whiny news I got my Shakespeare paper back from Dr. Reser. I managed to get an A- on it which is something I’m quite proud of considering 1) I wrote it under time constraints because I’m a procrastinating moron 2) I kept getting interrupted by people who wanted to talk to me right that very instant, some of whom I don’t even know 3) Dr. Reser is notorious for being a tough grader and doesn’t go above the A- mark unless he feels you’ve written something really good. Needless to say getting a paper back from him with positive commentary on it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s always nice to get outside confirmation from someone I know that is objective that I do, in fact, do something other than play video games well.

This weekend was full of good times. I put off doing my homework for my popular literature class until the last minute again. I did the readings for it earlier in the week, but since he doesn’t put his quizzes up until Friday and the rest of the class refuses to post until the weekend (hence I can’t comment on their posts) and are increasingly posting after the assignment is due I find it really hard to be motivated to do crap for that class early. That and the stuff is really easy. Even so, I’m not sure how he grades out postings as he doesn’t have very specific criteria and my grades seem to have been randomly assigned in some cases; out of the weeks we’ve had class I’ve gotten several postings with full credit and a few that have one point knocked off for some reason. I’ve tried comparing the postings to see if I made a slew of errors or something but so far it remains a mystery.

My sister managed to get bit by my rat on Sunday evening. I’m not sure what she did to provoke poor Epsilon to attack like that, as she’s really a very sweet mild mannered rat that in most cases wouldn’t be interested enough in you to bite you. She would much rather explore the places she is not allowed to go. Amy has decided to leave my rats alone for the time being, which is probably a good call on her part.