I got my mena-whatcha-magitis shot today, I don't think they actually did anything besides give me an exceedingly painful bandaid. Honestly, I didn't feel the needle go into my skin. And I spent about 5 minutes in the mirror looking for a puncture of some kind on my arm, isn't there.
Getting back into the swing of things, though it is odd without Dan here. For those of you who don't know, Dan, my roomie, got into a car accident a few days before break ended. He's going to be ok, but he won't be back here until next Monday.
The play is coming to a close, it's nowhere near ready... have to admit a small bit of nervousness, the tech stuff is so freaking intricate, and that's what's really slowing us down. We didn't even get through Act 1 last night, and we were supposed to run the show.
I tried sneaking up on my arm, but that hole just keeps hiding.
I got an A on my History paper! *does a jig*

My lazy seems to have transcended the normal boundries of the word and entered into a state that some might refer to as, "Zen."
I woke up this morning, and dragged my ass out of bed around what I thought was 8:45.
I climb down to my computer, look at its clock, and realize that I forgot to reset my alarm clock.
The real lazy part is this. As opposed to resetting the clock, and getting another 40-50 minutes of sleep, I sit here, blogging. Because resetting the clock and climbing back up my loft would be tooo much effort.

More later, now, sleep.
It's funny, I miss Omaha already, I guess I just didn't realize how much I missed it until I went back to visit.
"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together"
"I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America"
-America Simon and GarFUNKel

I look back on the timeline of my life and I begin to realize something.
Have I been too accepting of my "fate?"
Have I let myself be complacent simply because it wasn't necessarily easier, but because it had worked in the past?
I'm a stronger person than I once was, but am I a better one?
I've always advocated "rolling with the punch." I'm very fond of that phrase, ask anyone.
Why don't I ever say punch back?
Why?
Why?
Why?
So many questions, and so many doubts, all of a sudden.
I mean, I've dealt with some tough problems, or at least they always seemed tough.... More or less I just try to keep reminding myself that I will keep going, that I can make it through it. And I do, I live and I become stronger and more capable.
But how much have I missed out on because I was so passive about it all?
I... just don't know. I need to take a walk and sit for a bit.
I'm back, it was a short walk, I never even got to the sitting part.
The fact of the matter is that I may have realized my problem, maybe not, but I've found a starting point, if nothing else.
I've learned next to nothing over the past few years.
I keep making the same mistakes again, and again, and I think my reaction to one night sums it all up.
Most of you are familiar with the story of Alan and I TPing Mark. We were attacked by a couple of drunk kids and I didn't fight back until Alan was attacked. For so long I've been proud of that, that I didn't hit back until my friend was threatened.
But look at it this way. I didn't concider myself worth defending, maybe I even thought I deserved to be pummeled a little, and due to my acceptance of those attacks, Alan, in turn, was attacked.
If I had hit back when he originally hit me, Alan probably would've gone through that unharmed.
This is hard for me to accept.
It's amazing how accepting your low self esteem can come off as high self esteem.

I've been had!
I have been, really. See, Eric, one of Dan's friends on the floor called me up and asked me if I knew where Dan was. I said no and he informed me that they were down at the Quads (dorms) and that he had walked off about half an hour ago and they hadn't seen him since.
About 30 minutes later Eric comes in and asks me if Dan had stopped by. Again, the answer was no. A couple of minutes later, Dan staggers in with his arm around Nick, barely able to stand. He's drunk off of his ass and he more or less collapses to the floor. Well, the shenanigans continue as Dan talks about this girl Priscilla that he's been hanging out with and the incredible things that she can do with her tongue.
A couple more guys come in, and Dan begins recounting his tale of Priscilla's tongue once more.
Lindsay (our RA) comes in and sees Dan, still on the ground, talking about Priscilla's tongue being wrapped around his head. She asks Dan if he needs to walk it off, he says, "Sure!" and is helped to his feet by a couple of people and off he staggers into the hallway. A few minutes later he comes back in the room, laughing really hard, and informs me that he isn't really drunk at all.
I'm honestly impressed, he fooled me completely, now that I think about it, I can see through some things. But to get so many people in on it and to get the timing down for all people. I'm impressed.
Thus, I have been had.
I'll be in Omaha in... less than 100 hours, I think.

I used to visit all the very gay places,
Those come what may places,
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life,
To get the, feel of life,
With jazz and cocktails.

The girls I knew had sad and sullen grey faces,
With distant day traces,
That used to be there you could see where they'd been washed away,
by too many to the day,
and twelve o-clock tails.

Then you came along, with your siren song,
to tempt me to madness,
I thought for awhile that your poignant smile,
was tinged with a sadness,
with a greeeeyyy love for me.

Ahhh, yes I was wrong.
Again, I was wrong.

Life is lonely,
Again and only last year,
Everything seemed so sure.
Now life is awful, again, a shuffle of hearts,
Could only be a bore.
A week, in Paris.
Leaves, the bite of it,
All I care,
Is to smile,
in spite of it.

I'll forget you, I will awhile yet,
While, you are still,
Burning inside my brain.

Romance is mush,
Stifling those who strive,
I'll live a lush life,
in some small dive.

And there'll I'll be,
While I rot with the rest.
Of those whose lives are lonely too.

Romance, is mush,
Stifling those, who strive,
I'll live a lush life,
in some small dive.
And there'll, I'll be.
While I rot, with the rest.
Of those whose lives are lonely,
too.
-John Coltrane

What a depressing song, I like it though.
In case you are wondering, I just followed the song and typed it as it came.
So it's 3:20 about, and I am in no mood to go to sleep.
This is unfortunate, seeing as I have class in about 6 hours, less.
I'd think about just not going to sleep, but I don't have anything to do for 6 hours.
So I'm going to try again, night all.

What a wonderfully worthless post.

Your Life: The Movie by mintyduck
Who will play you:	Shannen Doherty
Who will play your love interest:	Will Smith
Weeks you will stay in the box office:	23
Song that will play during your love scene:	U2 - With Or Without You
Song that will play during your death:	Simon and Garfunkel - Sound of Silence
Your name:
Created with quill18's MemeGen!

That's a long freaking run.
I'm a chick?
I mainly decided to post this because Simon & Garfunkel rock and Sound of Silence is a freaking awesome song.