My English Professor

I love my English Professor, Prof. Navakas. She's soooo open-minded! I wrote a paper using manga and a video game as sources, and she loved it. She reads them herself, on occasion, even, and she's on /English/ Professor. She attends Comicon every summer, too, and she's considering having a class reunion at ACen in May. It's amazing!

My paper, by the way, was about the portrayal of scientists in modern media, in comparison to Frankenstein. I could write a book about... it. Maybe I -should-. And put the proceedings toward my college tuition. Holy Crap. I love it. I'm gonna do it. I'll ask Prof. Navakas if she'll be my editor, and maybe Dr. Fisher, too. (The class is co... what's the word... ah, co-disciplinary. He's a Philosophy Prof.) Wheeee~, It'll be fun! And I know what I can use for a second book, if I need. I can write a narrative. A stoooory. I've been writing narrative for a while, now, in the form of Roleplay, so I can probably manage it. Maybe help me get into the habit of writing past-tense... Heee~, I'm getting excited! I think I'll start now.

Griping

Ahg, what the hell. I go to the cage for a Saturday meal swipe, and they can only cook tacos. I can't even -pay- for anything else. I have to wait for 6:30 to roll around, it's ridiculous! I looked behind the lady and, hey, the grill is ON, why can't you cook me a cheeseburger!? It's not her fault, though... if it was, she could change it. I've decided to return after they've stopped being idiotic (at 6:30), and get me a cheeseburger, root beer, and a big ol' cookie. Or... I could just go eat a meal at Pfeiffer in ten minutes. I think I'll do that. Pasta, I think I heard it was... And the usual eattery is already closed, so I'm stuck. Oooh, if only I had a bit of money for Potbelly. I wasn't expecting the menu at the Cage to be so... narrow.

A 'BlogBQ'

So, my father woke me up at... noon, abouts. I had kinda accidentally stayed up to 9 AM playing Final Fantasy Dissidia. I thought it was something more like 6... oh well. I knew there was light, but I didn't expect it to be that late in the morning. Whatever. Dad wakes me up and tells me we're going to a 'BlogBQ'. I object, questioning why he had to wake me, of course, and he explains by stating 'you wanted to spend quality time with me'. Me and my big mouth...

However, I get up. I can run on 3-6 hours of sleep or 8-10 hours of sleep, so I'm fine... eventually. Still groggy, but I'll wake- did someone just jump in the pool? Oh... almost. One of the little ones. As I was saying. I'll wake up eventually. So away we go.

We get to the party, we're some of the first ones (t)here. I guess I'm not regretting it, I'm having a good time. Talking, enjoying the company of other people. It's nice to get out every once in a while. Let's observe the antics.

Colleeeeege... and goodbye to Chromehounds

Soo, College is right around the corner. Ohh boy. And, to add to that, I found out they're shutting down the Chromehounds Servers January 6th! Sega should have spent less money on the sinking ship of Sonic. Dumbasses... oh well, what can ya do. I hope someone else can pick up the servers and run them instead of Sega. Maybe actually pay attention to them, this time around. I can only hope. I'm gonna miss Chromehounds when it goes... most definitely.