I had to sit at home to wait for Comcast yesterday. So, what does a girl like me do in that situation? She day drinks!!
This is my new boyfriend. He's delicious.
Comcast showed up right when they were supposed to, which pleased me greatly. Apparently, the problem was that when the last fellow from Comcast came out to work on somebody else's cable, he added a splitter and that's what fucked up my internet and On Demand. But I have it back now. Hooray!
Here's what I'm listening to now:
The video is insanely fucking weird. Like, "not enough words for how weird this is"weird. It's some next level shit. But the song is so good. It makes me kind of sad. I went out and bought the actual CD last night, because I liked this song so much. The first few songs I've listened to are pretty damn good (for instance, I really like the song Telescope. A lot. For various reasons), but they all make me sad. For various reasons. I suppose it's just one of those weeks where that's the music I need to be listening to .
I have tutoring this afternoon, I have physics homework to finish (escape velocity! I love it so much!!), and a synthetic argument to hash out in three days. BUT!!!!!!!! Spring break! Spring break is next week. Oh my god, I am so fucking excited. I heard a rumor that my professors have been joking about giving homework over spring break, which would be divine. I know I have an exam in astronomy when I get back from break, but that's whatever. OH my god. I'm so excited for break. Yes yes yes yes yes yes.
Now that that's out of the way, let's push forward!
I lost approximately 80% of my nose making this black and white. But that's ok. Those are my new glasses, which are far too big for this silly face of mine. But they're pretty!
I also finally got around to buying myself a watch with a HUGE face. It's a glittery turquoise inside, and the face has small little crystals around it. Wait, technology is a magical thing:
I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to the aquarium tomorrow as planned, because Comcast fucking sucks and can't get a technician out until 1-3. I'm supposed to meet up with Derek there to hang out, because he got back from the field a few days ago and I haven't gone to go say hi to him yet. I'm trying to find someone to hang out at the house so I can go to Denver exactly like I planned, but that probably won't work out.
Also, fuck you, Denver. If you were any kind of nice, you'd close your airport for the next two days.
Spring break photography trip is officially happening. I'm pretty excited. It'll be short, but covering a lot of ground, so fairly whirlwind, as well. I think the plan is Texas, Durango, Silverton, home. I also think a train is involved? Maybe? I don't know all of the details yet, because I just don't.
I'm sitting at my desk in my room, finishing up my homework and daydreaming about universe things (like differential rotation! Oh Sun. You are so fascinating!), and I look over at my boys in their new, huge house. They've isolated Charlie, because he's a fucking dick that bites and bites HARD. So Figaro, Andes, and Bullet are in a big clump of rat in their hammock while Charlie sulks in the wicker nest. They may be clumped because it's extremely cold in my room, and they don't want to, you know, die. I had my window open, even though it's gusting wind and snow and sleet and all manner of unfriendly elements in here.
Allen is playing Titanfall in the living room, and I can hear his huge nerd boner from here. He keeps praising the game under his breath, and it's hilarious. I still haven't beaten Thief, and I don't think tonight is that night. I have studying to do and a paper to write, and also an extra credit review of Cosmos to write. Which will be an absolute pleasure, make no mistake.
I don't understand the inefficiency of the boxes offered at the post office.
I'm going to have to break Allen out of his shell in an hour so we can go to the gym, and I'm sure he won't be pleased.
Stevie and I are planning on watching Wreck-It Ralph tomorrow night. On her insistence. I'm hoping I have enough work done to justify the two hours that'll take tomorrow night. I have an exam in accounting that I'd really like to set ablaze and set on my professor's desk, because I hate accounting. But, you know, I'd get in trouble. And I hate trouble. I don't know how I'm going to fit all of this stuff in tonight. I'm probably only going to spend an hour at the gym, but in a week and a half, I can sort of relax. I am SO looking forward to this trip.
I may make a trip to Sephora to pick up my Stainiac, because I miss having it. It's really the only good thing that came out of my Birchbox subscription, which is why I stopped subscribing. I'm rambling.
Today was so long. I had class from 9-12 (I stayed a bit longer to go over my synthesis essay topic with my professor), I went over to Stevie's for a little bit, ran a secret errand (and I got a discount on it! Man, being a student is AWESOME!), met up with Miss Kitty for lunch and chatted with her for a couple of hours, had a conference, missed tutoring, then came home and took a nap like an adult. When I woke up at 6:30, I set about cleaning up all of the messes I've made, being agonizingly detailed about it. It was something Miss Kitty said to me today that snapped me out of it. At least momentarily.
I'm still exhausted. It's almost one, and I'm so excited to go to sleep. I don't even think I'm going to change, I think I'm just going to sleep in my jeans and sweater, because again, I'm an adult.
So, I have a few pictures to put up. One of them is even going to be of me. First:
I'm not sure if I've posted an Atmosphere song in here before. I feel like I have, but who knows? Anyway, Atmosphere is definitely a favorite of mine. Slug is a genius at extending metaphors to explain himself, and Ant seriously knows what he's doing when it comes to setting up a track. I haven't been this impressed with an Atmosphere song in a LONG time. It's getting me right in the feels, which I'm sure will be hard to understand. He just...his lyrics sound so tired, and his delivery is so deliberate and slow. The music is sad while it descends, and it fits perfectly with the rest of the song. Maybe it's because I feel so tired, deliberate, and slow lately. Whatever the reason, I'm definitely listening to this on repeat, digging out the golden lines and turning them over and over in my head. Allen and I were listening to it together, and I told him that I'm so impressed with Slug, Sage, and even Aesop Rock, but is it a bit sad that they've all displayed how they're growing up? He agreed that it was. He's been listening to them a lot longer than I have (I'm a decade in), but I definitely notice the progression from 2004. Everything changes eventually, I suppose.
I have my window open, and I'm watching the sunrise. The sky has never looked more alive to me. I should do this more often.
I don't need to wax rhapsodic anymore. Pictures!
I went to a birthday shindig on Saturday night at Motif. The lighting in there is very red and moody. It made me look mottled. I promise I don't look like a blemished raspberry.
Someone exploded the seagulls out of a cannon! But not really.
Hoarfrost. I love you so much.
I have been angling for the perfect picture of this tree for as long as I've had a camera. I KNOW there is a solid picture here somewhere, I'm just not sure this is it.
This isn't it, either. There should be bottom, but the stuff on the bottom is red curb, and that just doesn't fit. I'll figure it out eventually. I'm determined.
So, while I was writing this blog, I got some weird, pinwheel looking icon update on my phone. I pull down my menu, like ya do, and it says Google+ Awesome updated. Which I've never seen before. I click on it, and it's the above picture, with tacky, animated snow falling. I don't know why Google did that, but I wish it hadn't, because it looked awful. Suck it, Google. Don't speak unless you can improve the silence.
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