this little moon

so, i definitely need to do laundry more often, so there’s less of it to do at a time. i just did like, all of it, ever.

and of course i have to live in the one building on campus that one section is not in any useful way connected to the next, therefore 2/3 of the building has to go outside and walk down the hill to get to the laundry room in basement of section c. and of course, i can only carry so much at a time, so i had to make a number of trips to get it all down there… and it’ll be a few more to get it back up…

i’d love to watch somebody looking over the access logs, and see me alternately swiping into the same two doors over and over again… they’d think i was either insane, playing some stupid game, or their system was gone wonky.

but seriously universe, make me do a load or two when there’s only a load or two to do…

suppose i best be off… time to go get the first batch out of the dryers, and move another in from the washers… and then clean up the explosion formerly known as my room… and take a shower, and all the world (or at least most of my little sector of it) will be right and clean. : )

last night i decided to explore the “gadget gallery” for the vista sidebar to see if it had anything interesting to offer… found a few worth trying out, including a thingers to update twitter, blogger, AND tumblr right from the comfort of my lovely little desktop, without ever bothering to open a browser window that would get in the way of the fabulous picture of my puppy currently adorning it.

in addition, i’ve got a pretty clock tthat tells me the day/date without having to click on it (and i can never keep it straight so i have to check like 5 times a day), a tidy little application launcher so i can get my program icons off the main desktop but still easily accessible, a weather gizmo to tell me how freezy the ice planet is today, a battery gauge that calculates the time til it craps out (quite handy), a slideshow of my pictures, a google search box, an rss reader, a calendar, a direct link to xkcd (also shows the most recent in a preview window without opening a browser, that dots game, a random box that doesn’t do anything but let you change the color (between 5 lovely choices), a few other little system monitoring tools, a multi-language translator, and my absolute favorite… the homeland security threat level indicator, for when the terrorists decide to get me. o.o its yellow right now (ELEVATED = significant risk of terrorist attacks) i’ll let you know if it changes…

i’ve recently rediscovered a certain fondness for blogging. not that i really expect anyone to regularly read anything i write, but it’s nice to write it nonetheless. i find i have a lot of things in my head, so it’s nice to have somewhere else to put them. my brain is often a very entertaining place to be, but it gets bothersome if there’s to much clutter lying around.)

now generally i hate writing, but that’s mostly because writing, as i’ve experienced it in my life, is usually synonymous with homework, which immediately takes the fun out of everything.

i’m not imaginative enough to write fiction…
i’m not arrogant or emo enough to [seriously] write poetry… (though i will, on occasion, write a verse or two simply to see the ridiculousness that results.)
i don’t quite care enough about what’s going on in the world to bother with such things as news/political commentary or even music/movie/book reviews…

and anything else i’ve ever seen opportunity to write was assigned and required, thus i had no desire to do it. so, i typically avoid writing.

but blogging is different. it doesn’t have to be terribly imaginative or flowy or relevant or even coherent for that matter. its just like sign language: talking with your hands.

when not forced to [try to] sound professional or somesuch nonsense, i write like i talk, and i talk like i think, only less coherent. when a thought leaves my head verbally, any sense it may have made is generally lost. in writing, i have the opportunity for revisions, and visual processing (a plus for my brain), and so restore coherence (with varying degrees of success).

so blogging, for me at least, is just like talking to a friend, only i stand a better chance of actually managing to get out what my flummoxed brain is trying to spit out, plus it’s a more viable option for when i want to talk, but am not feeling particularly socially functional, or it’s some odd pre-dawn hour and no one in this hemisphere is conscious. (which sadly is when i find myself most articulate.)

no one actually has to read it, (and most likely noone will, except for a few bored friends, unless by some odd miracle your blog becomes one of those random blogs that random internet people randomly read,) so it doesn’t have to be well written, or capitalized, or even especially interesting, unless, of course, you aspire to blogosphere fame…

and even then, grammar is optional… you can totally get away with such wondrous things as starting sentences with “and”, putting your commas on the outside of your quotation marks, using way too many commas and elipses and parentheses in general, not using a single capital letter in an entire post, and having sentences run-on for entire paragraphs… glory!

also, on a side note, i’ve noticed my paragraphs tend to be creepily uniform in length. this one isn’t. ha!

(why i feel compelled to thwart a system established purely by chance, or my own insanity, i don’t know. “it’s a system! it must be thwarted!”…? (illegally compounded punctuation! aaah! (nested parentheses! eep!) oh dear.) okay, this needs to stop.) well, if you needed proof of said insanity, here it is. (oh god! the creepily uniform paragraphs have returned!)

well, this has gone on far too long. i sincerely apologize to all 3.5 people who will ever actually read this. i’m going to shut up and sleep now. goodnight… er… good morning. (frick.)

i thought perhaps i’d managed to avoid this, having chosen to attend a christian college, but apparently i’m wrong. (it’s oh-so-very wrong…) not that i had some naive delusions that people wouldn’t do it, but i thought perhaps the existence of limited visiting hours would prove useful in keeping the boys and their sexing out of earshot. nope.

okay, now don’t get me wrong, i don’t generally have a problem with boys, or even them being in our apartment. i am in fact rather fond of them, and usually quite entertained when they come to visit. what i have a problem with, is when one is screwing my roommate in the living room. (cause i know y’all really want to know this, but i need to rant, so deal.)

we have a 5-person apartment, but only 4 people living in it, so we moved the extra bed into the living room to function as a couch/guest bed. we call it the couchbed.

last night, i came in a little after midnight, went into my bedroom, and just hung out for a few hours, wasting life on the interwebs and the like, vaguely aware that one of the roomies and her boyfriend were hanging [read: making] out in the living room. around 3, just as i was considering sleep, i heard this odd repetitive creaking/squeaking coming from beyond the wall, and after a minute, i realize it’s the couchbed, and what must be going on there. eew.

of course, a few minutes later, i suddenly discovered i was pretty hungry, but could i do anything about that? no. because there is no wall dividing the kitchen and the living room. i was also getting tired by this point, but even if i wasn’t too disgusted to sleep, the connotation-free noise would have kept me up. and my headphones are quite uncomfortable for sleeping : /

he’s here again tonight, but at least they’re in her bedroom tonight, so i can safely leave mine if necessary. and i not-so-subtely reminded her how thin the walls in this building are, so whatever they’re doing, they’re being a little quieter tonight. but seriously! go to his room or something! i’m pondering placing an anonymous call to the RA about how i just saw a guy go into a girls’ apartment after visiting hours… but i don’t think even i can be that much of a jerk…

… tho i’m definitely seriously considering tyler’s air horn suggestion… maybe get two… hide them just outside the windows, one pointing into her room, one pointing into the living room… and rig some sort of remote so i can set it off from my bed and pretend to be asleep, thus enabling plausible deniability ^_^ brilliant.

one ought be cautious with the wording of wishes.

we, at times, acquire powers we did not wish for, and may even be essentially forcibly compelled to wield them.

the customary sequence of events in certain situations is not arbitrary. some things really should occur before others are attempted.

“better late than never,” does not apply in all contexts. milk, bread, and high school crushes have expiration dates for a reason.

consuming your beloved’s face is not, i repeat, IS NOT, an acceptable means of initially informing them of your affections.

“i love” and “i think” are precarious things to say, and while the event of the latter should undoubtedly precede expression of the former, merely prefacing the former with the latter does not necessarily make it any less dangerous, or awkward.

i am entirely incapable of expressing myself verbally when taken by surprise, and this effect may last for days.

in the immortal, yet situationally cryptic words of airlines everywhere, “tickets are non-redundable and non-transferable.”