Stop Sleeping In!

I slept in until 10 today... again. I need to stop doing that, I basically have no daytime to myself because of my stupid job. I only get two days off next week, too! I've now gotten stuck with five days in a row, including Wednesday which is the day I have to pick my mom and sister up in Cleveland at two in the morning. I work 6-11:30... I'm not sure if that's better, or worse than 11-6. I suppose I'll have to take a nap at some point during that day. I don't like working all my days in a row.

Based on rumours, I should be getting my housing assignment by the end of next week, if not sooner. I want to know now! But, of course, that would involve calling and harassing the UofC, which I don't want to do. I had to do enough of that when I was trying to get my financial aid straightened out. I'm so paranoid about being annoying.

I had a rather strange, but short, dream last night. It started out that I was laying in my bed reading, and I knew that all kinds of people were watching me, and it made me really paranoid. I got up, and I was already dressed, so I went outside, which was some sort of strange industrial park that was also full of baseball fields. From there I walked to work, but when I got there it was in this strange building that I had never seen before, and when I walked down the steps everything was boarded up. The managers and some of the other employees were there, and they made fun of me for not knowing that we had closed. They soaked me with water (I don't know where it came from), and then I was on this school bus with a class of little kids. The dream basically ended there.

I'm going to need to figure out how to do laundry. My mom didn't do any before she left, and almost everything I own is dirty now. That's mostly because I own about four pairs of pants.

In some bizarre bored move, I think I put every MP3 on my computer in a playlist on Winamp... I keep running across these really weird songs in Japanese, and what appears to be most of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. They aren't mine, which means they belong to my sister. They scare me. Someday, I'll stop skipping over them and actually listen. None of them could be stranger than the Eggs song by the Trachtenburg Family Slideshow Players that I didn't realize I'd downloaded. I hope I don't get arrested for having an "extensive collection of illegal MP3s." Mwahahaha.

(Actually, now that I've noticed some of the strange things I have on here, I realize that I shouldn't make fun of my sister's stuff at all. I've just come across the Magical Adventures in Space theme song. I'll go hide now.)

Wasting Time

You are Ford Prefect! As long as you have your
towel, you're ok. You're a space smart alien
and you've been stuck on earth for years. You
are a reasercher for The Hitchhiker's Guide to
the Galaxy. The planet earth is mostly
harmless, but you are dying to get off it and
on to better things.


Which Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Character are you?
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Wandering around all the journals interests in common with mine is fun. Hooray to the four other people who listed David Dixon! Hehehe. It seems of most groups I've checked, I have the most in common with the HHGTTG people. Though, there are some interesting ones from the University of Chicago. Weee!

How Did I Get Accepted?

You know that weird amusement you get when you go back and read things you wrote a long time ago? I continue to labour under the delusion that I will be attending the University of Chicago... now that I've re-read my essays (I refused to re-read them until I got all my letters back), I wonder how on earth I got accepted anywhere. I'm pretty sure I know why I didn't get accepted to Columbia, though. It appears that my essay there ended with "...will help me contribute to Rochester’s diversity." I'm pretty sure that was added on later for Rochester, but I'm not entirely sure, and I made a habit of not re-reading my essays after they'd been sent, because finding any mistakes would make me nervous. I couldn't have been stupid enough to have sent that to Columbia, could I? Actually, the only essay that I wrote that I can stand now is the one for Chicago that I let one of my friend's boyfriend's friends talk me out of because it sounded like "I fancy myself a trendsetter." I think I have sucessfully learned not to listen to him anymore. At least he's quite far away now. Perhaps I would've been accepted on the first try had I sent this one?

( What do you think? )

It certainly says a lot more than the one that I actually sent, which I hate except for the most of the style in the writing. It had too many pop-culture references and the way things fit together made no sense. The only thing I liked about the one I sent was the ending: "Slowly, my horrible alternate universe melted around me and I found myself staring into the eyes of a ten-foot goldfish. “Ah,” I thought to myself, “at least this makes sense.”" It was nice and surreal. Surrealism is fun.

I also went back and re-read my short story Sidetrips that I started about two years ago. I really want to finish it, but I have to get myself back into the style, which is a really rediculous matter-of-fact, detached pseudo-sarcasm. Anything that needs that many hyphens in a description takes awhile to get back into.

While I was going through all the loose paper on my mom's desk/our kitchen table I found some of the rough drafts for another unfinished story I started last year called The Adventures of Negro Jim. It was part of an assignment where I had to write a sequel to Huckleberry Finn. I'm so surprised at how many bizarre things my teacher junior year let me get away with. Had I done it this year in English I would've been expelled or something. There are so many strange references in it... I want to go back and finish it too. I only got as far as the Ohio river in the version I turned in. Which is lucky, since awhile after the steamship exploded they were going to run into the Floating Squash Court of Death and meet a time-traveling group of Univeristy of Chicago students along with Enrico Fermi. Eventually, time was going to be altered so that Napoleon was a pastry chef. I'm not sure where I planned on going with it, but I still want to finish it too. I just need to find out what the NBS Half-Rug was an anagram for (Dur! Flansburgh!). I stuck a whole ton of strange anagrams in it (jar my canoe, a thermic sir), and named a canoe the Centenarian Eagle. There was also a character with fourty-two names, thirteen of which started with J, including four variations on the name John. It also included all the members of Guster, most of the X-Men, and the members of *NSYNC that I could remember. There was also an explosive steamboat named the Anola Gay. I'm not sure why all the steamboats kept exploding. Also, all the chapter numbers were in binary.

( My Table of Contents )

I'm such a geek. A geek that doesn't want to go to work tonight, but needs the money. Drat. Hmm... I wonder what "Tom's Great Idea" was going to be about... I know that by that point Tom's ghost was haunting them because he had been thrown overboard twice. Evil John and Nice John was when they stopped a guy who knocked Linnell off of his bicycle, thus breaking his arm and causing the creation of Dial-A-Song. I think the whole thing would've broken down by then, anyway.

Ummm... this is quite long enough, I think. Usually I don't do more than one entry on a Sunday, anyway. Oo well! I've been entertained for a bit, anyway.