The glory of an otherworldly fool

Last night was exhausting. I took my midterm (and drew an excited atom in the hopes of getting an extra credit point on my exam. I'm pretty sure it's not going to work, but a silly girl has to try!), and then we had to watch a documentary for lab, and then we had a class discussion (which wasn't as much a discussion as it was my professor just asking if we had any questions, then staring blankly at everyone. We didn't have questions. He went on staring. His head is like a fucking fishbowl, with two dead fish at the top. Those are his eyes, in case I didn't do a good job with the metaphor). I got out of class at nine, then met up with Tosh for a couple of drinks at Phantom Canyon. It was really good to see her. We're going to have a night out soon. I was already plum worn out when we met up, and I only stayed with her for an hour. I went home, planning on writing my essay that was due this morning, but instead, I played a five minute video on youtube and fell asleep about a nanosecond in. I wrote my paper this morning, bullshitting my way through it in an hour. I'm fairly sure I bullshitted effectively enough, and I'm still getting A's on all of my papers, so I must be doing something right (aside from, you know, actually dedicating time to my English homework. Which I need to do).

I have class in 55 minutes. I really don't want to go, but thems the breaks. After three hours of class, I have about an hour to relax at home, then Allen and I are going to go play tennis until I have to leave for tutoring at 3. Who knows how long I'll be doing that. But the good news is, I only have my write-up to do this weekend. Well, that and finding my article for my research project. Other than that, I'm free and clear.

Allen and I are planning on dedicating an entire weekend to a writing workshop. I'm so behind in writing for myself, and I have about five stories rattling around in my brain, plus my unfinished genre pieces. He submitted a piece of flash fiction to a writing prompt board he found, and I was so envious. I decided a solid weekend of writing was absolutely necessary.

I bought my ticket out to Alabama for Syb's graduation. Since I'll be out there for a week, I'm planning on driving down to Destin to visit the beach. I've been really missing the beach lately. I want to go take pictures and relax. I feel highly wound up. Amber says she's going to be meeting me there, and I hope she can manage it. I've missed her so, and I didn't really want to be in Alabama by myself. I find my mother's husband intolerable, and I wanted somebody to escape from that with. Who better than my very best friend in the world?

I have to go take a shower and get ready for school. I am dragging my feet. I really don't want to sit through class. Fucking balls.

If I have to hear you mispronounce 'documentary' one more fucking time....

It's been a busy few days. On purpose. Just.....keeping my mind off of things. It's been somewhat effective. 

I've gone out and taken photos, but they've been reflections for me, instead of pictures for general consumption. Not that others can't enjoy them, but they mean something to me. More than I think can be inferred by glancing at them. 

Let's see:

 The drive home from Estes on Sunday was delicious. I stared out of the window the entire time, and every inch of my silly face caught the golden tones the sun threw at me. I loved it.

 I am so wildly passionate about the mountains breaking up the light. Isn't it gorgeous? These pictures don't do it any kind of justice whatsoever.

I tried to snap a few pictures of the patrons while they were enjoying the company of each other, but they were all blurry and terrible. That's ok, because I liked this picture the best, anyway. It's more honest. 

I still haven't gone through my second batch of aquarium photos. I'll get to it eventually. 

Believe me, it's a long way down

Welp.

I just bullshitted my way through a paper analyzing and contrasting scholarly versus popular pieces for academic pursuits. I wrote four pages in two hours. Less than, because I dicked around for quite some time, relishing in the soft, loving embrace of the internet.

I'm now having a bowl of cereal and listening to Cyndi Lauper, because I'm a god damn adult. I need to learn to eat better. Here's what I've eaten today: A bowl of Special K and Rice Milk for breakfast; two scrambled eggs, a small chicken and apple sausage, and a small cup of yogurt for lunch; some beef jerky and a protein cookie (they exist, they are healthy, and they are fucking AMAZING) after the gym, and now my second bowl of Special K and Rice Milk. My trainer said that I need to be consuming 2100 calories a day if I'm going to be burning 500 calories at the gym (which is what I've been doing every day), and I can't bring myself to do it. It's hard. I just want to fluff up my caloric intake with...like...macaroni and cheese all day. Because that sounds dreamy.

Allen is going to the gym with me. We've been playing basketball together, and I am seriously the whitest white girl to ever be a white girl with a basketball in her hands. It's even more obvious that I'm a white girl when the ball leaves my hands. I jump, and generally land with one leg kicked behind me. Allen has been teasing me about it, so I've taken to doing cartwheels and handsprings around him, because he can't do them. But we've been working out for at least an hour and a half every day, sometimes two hours.

I'm doing my best to get my shit together. I can't seem to stop being a piece of shit about doing my homework when it's assigned, because waiting until the last possible moment is far more fun (did I say fun? I meant aggravating). This isn't really true. I do snippets of my homework, but it's been so hard for me to concentrate the last few days. Especially with all of this 'staying the fuck out of my house' nonsense I've been pulling.

My house is a disaster right now. I've spent almost all of my free time at home over the last few days tearing everything apart so I can get rid of shit and put it back together. My room is done. I got rid of a lot of stuff, and my room now looks like an adult with a weird sense of humor, and an extreme preference for her own art lives in it. I folded up my futon into a couch, and now I sleep on it that way. It's comfortable.

I have lost the energy to keep rambling. I want to go to bed now.

Keep with me, forward on through the night

First, this song is my fucking jam right now:

I appreciate that this kind of music isn't for everyone. But there are so many solid lines in here. Aesop Rock has never been very clever, just a good storyteller. But I really love this song.

On to actual pictures. There are a LOT. I haven't been out to take photos in awhile. There's, like, one additional sentence after all of the pictures. I can't blame you for not sticking around for any of this nonsense.

 The newest exhibit at the zoo! I had no idea that handheld tools weren't pack animals! Isn't it majestic??

 I wish this hadn't turned out to be so crooked. I really loved this building. It looks like a yacht to me, and it seemed so warm.

 There was nobody out on this lovely little patio, and the empty bike rack seemed like the saddest thing. The lights twinkled only for me. Poor, empty bike rack.

 See what I mean? Bereft of patrons. It was so beautiful, though. Beautiful and quiet. I appreciated it while I was there.

 Goofy ass giraffe. I laughed so hard when I reviewed this photo. I didn't even know I captured those teeth until I was doing post.

 Such a gorgeous little fish! I had so much fun at the aquarium, even when I got fucking blasted by the flash flood simulator that I didn't know existed until I was soaking wet. And then I screamed. Loud.

Oh, well hello, moon jellyfish! You're beautiful and delightful.

 This looks fake. It's not taxidermy, though. That is really real sky, and a for real meerkat.

 Isn't he such a fetching critter? WHAT A MODEL.

 He was not impressed by my photographer shenanigans. Jerk.

 Classy as a mother fucker. These new things in the reptile house really are quite stunning.

 Oh my garsh, he's the fluffiest kestral! And his name is Marty McFly! I wanted to pet him. The zookeeper said no, because she clearly hates freedom.

"Fuck you." he seemed to say.

 The cranes are getting dolled up for a night in the logs.

 This was easily my favorite photo from my two excursions. It's quickly becoming one of my favorite photos ever. The ISO is way, way too high, so it's grainy, but that kind of adds to it. I felt so sad and lonely when I took the picture. I hope that's how it looks.

 I wish I had prepared for this shot better, but a new camera presents problems in that arena. It was actually dusk when I took this photo, and I wish I had taken a photo that was a better representative of what it actually looked like. Oops.

 After I took this photo, a bicycle cart fellow came up to me and asked if I got the shot, then demanded to see it. Then he yammered about photography for a solid five minutes while I took pictures of his very jovial face, and his collection of stubbly chins.

Just a building. Like ya do.

I just pre-ordered a signed copy of Michio Kaku's new book. And I am SO fucking excited to get it.

I don't know when I'll blog again. I'm just kind of running through the motions here, blogging for a sense of normalcy.

We won't survive, but we won't die bored.

So. I have two new tattoos now. Ready? And go!

 Tosh went with me to get my big mermaid with the hair made of tree tattoo done, and she asked me why I was getting it. I told her that it's for Amber and Allen, since they're my two best friends. She said we should get matching tattoos, so we'd be linked for life. So, we did. She chose a feather, because she's native American, and I got one because it's what she got. I love it. It's very dainty and pretty, and it tickled.

And there's the big piece. Which hurt like a fucking son of a bitch. I sat for 3.5 hours, and I wept like crazy when I gave up for the night.

Stevie and I spent the morning at Starbucks, then shopping. I bought myself a tiny, dainty necklace, and I love it so much. I'll take a picture later, because I may or may not be in selfie mode.

I have lab tonight. Eesh. Which means I won't be out of class until at least 8, but maybe 9. I looked over this lab and I'm a little confused. Fuck you, delta change.

Early bicycles were called "boneshakers". Not as catchy for a Queen song.

I've been slammed. So so so so so slammed. The weather has been shit, I've had to miss two classes this week, and I've also been painting and rearranging my room. I've been so busy, in fact, that I slept until fucking 12:30 today. Twelve. Fucking. Thirty. I feel fantastic now, but also disgusting that I slept so hard and wasted studying time.

I sat down to write a long catch up entry, but Stevie just called and said she needs me to take her to pick up her car. I'll write later tonight. Maybe. I have the gym to go to, studying to do, and time may escape me.