I've taken the advice of the kind Reviewer Lady and made the middle layer of this thing darker. That help everyone out there in reading this some?
Of course, the background's a little harder to see, but...Meh. This place is more about content than eye candy. I could put in JavaScript toys and all that, but to be quite honest, such things annoy me in a diary site. I don't want to wait twenty minutes for an entry to load, no matter how cool the toys are.
In other news, Sora's a tired little girl. I hate not being able to go back to sleep once I'm fully awake. But, once my little brain starts running, I can't make it shut up.
Sounds a lot like how some people feel when they talk to me. "Oh, my god... She's talking, and I can't shut her up!!"
Okay. Maybe that was unnecessarily unkind to me. I'm tired. Not superbitchy, one-wrong-word-and-you're-fucking-toast tired, just tired. As in, "Gee, sleep would be nice... Ooo...Sleep... So sexy..."
Speaking of using the word "sexy" in different-than-usual ways (like my sexy calculator), apparently colleges and universities in Florida lust after me. I don't understand this. I have spurned their amorous suits, and still they plague me. They send me brochures, viewbooks, and today, a poster. I have yet to reply to any of them in any form. No other state has been so ardent in its pursuit of me.
(With the possible exception of a university in Alaska. Assuming I qualified for some PSAT-related thing [that I already qualified for], they wanted to pay all four years of my tuition, fees, room, and board, and offered me two thousand bucks a year on the side.)
Why are these schools in lust with me? Is it because I failed Freshman English and got a D in one half of Freshman History? Or my GPA of 2.7? Or maybe it's all the school clubs I avoid like the Black Plague? Damned if I know.
Shit. I have to start thinking about applying to colleges other than Drexel. Fucky. Caltech, definitely. It sounds like a kickass sort of school, from all that I've heard. Hrm. RIT, MIT, that one in Boston...(Boston U?) Dunno. Only places that I've received stuff from, though, so no Yale, Princeton, etc. I don't have the metaphorical tissue-paper dog's chance of catching the asbestos cat in hell of actually getting accepted to such a school. Caltech probably won't accept me, either, but I can always apply and see. Caltech would be cool, if reeeeally far away.
Sigh. And I have to have this all finished by the end of September. God, being a student is fun.
(Well, it's better than being an adult and having to work for a living, anyway.)
By the by, I reorganized the archive pages, lumping February and March together. Still pitiful compared to, oh, June, but that's all right.
My wonderful, beloved Mark and I are going to dinner on the sixth for our semianniversary. This makes me very happy girl indeed! We're going to go have Chinese food, a nice sit-down dinner. Hooray!!!
Before then, though, is a trip "down the shore" with Becky and her family. Which will preclude me going with Mark on a camping trip, dammit.
Sigh. But, Sora gets no choice in the matter, her mother having already committed to going along herself. (Given the option, I don't think it's overly difficult to decypher what I would choose. As much as I like Becky, I like Mark more.)
Which isn't to say I think it won't be fun going with Becky, nor that I don't appreciate the invitation. I just...*sigh* I'm sure you understand.
On another tangent entirely -- what the fuck?!?! I've gotten seventy eight kajillion hits from people looking for "chicken fights"! Who in hell knew this was such a hot topic of internet query? The proof is in the pudding, they say. I'm just sorry, now, that I didn't save the first two or three that I got. Here: One Two Three Four Five and, lastly (thank god!) Six. The most recent of those was two hours ago, more or less.
Did I mention loudly enough that there were several (two or three, that I remember) before SiteMeter "forgot" my last-hundred referral links?? And not all of them are even in English!
What. The. Fuck?! All of that, to hit on one entry about a pool party.
Yeesh.
Thought for the day: [Alternate title: "Proof I'm a dork:"]
PMS is like a weapon/magic item in a fantasy RPG..."all emotions +25%"
Boredom - April 01, 2005 @ 5:42 PM
2005! - January 01, 2005 @ 12:00 PM
Purple - November 27, 2004 @ 6:10 PM
Humans? - October 21, 2004 @ 3:52 AM
Lyrical - June 24, 2004 @ 11:43 AM
August 2, 2001 @ 1:45 PM -- A Rather Longish Entry
