two glorious beasts

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    I was having a really bad night until I found this picture of Peter O'Toole and a camel.

right-click, open link in new tab for bigs

    Now?
    Let's go conquer the world.

i am a roadkill pancake

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    been tryin' to write this book review for public speaking class for the last actual three hours

    just finished the first sentence

    yeahhh go being very sick with a cold

    hoozah

    brain

here's another picture of my dog because i can

   
    it would be very nice to be not sick before finals so that i could study for finals with some slight assurance of comprehension and retention of materials

    aaaaahgxzsdfwpefjdsk

at least somebody's happy

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    I think my desktop pretty accurately reflects the general idea of my life right now.

clicks for bigs

    yuz, indeed

from chicken to cockatoo

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    I would like a bow tie. A bow tie would not be unwelcome to me.

Also not unwelcome would be a Matt Smith in a bow tie.

    Also Krista and I were supposed to be writing papers or something but we dyed my hair again instead

    and it was kind of slimy and workable in the application process (before the stuff got washed out) so Krista got all like wheeee

this is my slimy platinum mohawk whee hair

    Also I found out that the new math professor with the same last name as PME who I mentioned before is actually PME's son.  
    (Oh.)
    theoretically that possibility should have occurred to me
    also looking at PME Junior's facebook page it's all like "degree in aerospace engineering" and "U.S. Air Force Academy" and "U.S. Air Force research engineer"
    That family

classes were pretty much cancelled

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    So there's a tree on our administration building.

And one on some people's cars.

    That's cool, I guess.

    (Windstorms.)
    (Did Danielle and I climb on the tree? But yes.)

education (and hopefully edification)

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    HUUKAY. Let's talk school. I just got my schedule for next semester worked out. This is what it looks like!

• HUM112. Civilization and Culture II: From the 16th Century to the Present. More history! Basically the second half of the history class I'm taking right now. Or rather the continuation. Or something. History. This is good because I already know I don't have to actually read for it to succeed.
•  BTS112. Old Testament Studies II: Psalms, Wisdom Literature and Prophets. (Christian college, we kind of have to study the Bible.) Same situation as history, only instead of doing "ancient civilizations to the 16th century" followed by "from the 16th century to the present," it goes first-half-of-the-Old-Testament (the Pentateuch and the historical books) to second-half-of-the-Old-Testament (psalms, wisdom literature and prophets, obviously). New Testament next year. I am so looking forward to the Prophets bit of next semester, I love me some prophets.
• ENG101. Composition, Writing and Research. Don't know much about this one. I'm going to be taught how to write things.
• ENG 201. Introductory Studies in Literature. Usually taken sophomore year, apparently, but all the other class options had prerequisites, conflicted with Old Testament, or sounded too boring/scary. Upperclassman Shelli says both English classes can be handled at once (she did it herself).
• PHL111. Introduction to Critical Thinking. I have only a foggy idea of what this class is about, but I've heard it's difficult and fun and makes one learn things.

    So that's three professors for five classes. History and Critical Thinkin' with Dr Mac, Old Testament II with Professor Mine Enemy, and  the English double-feature with the young, beautiful new English professor. I sat at lunch with her a couple weeks ago when Shelli took her to the cafeteria, she seems nice. We admired the reuben sandwiches together. She's tallish and dark and lean and well-dressed and I've heard that she owns a cat named Gatsby.

    WAIT WHAT IS THIS I AM NOT READY FOR ANOTHER SEMESTER I NEED CHRISTMAS BREAK TO BE LIKE AT LEAST TWO MONTHS AKGH

    (but! on the upside, no more math or public speaking.)

also, mattresses

     Dear Harriet Walter,

    You know what's awesome?

    Fred Astaire's spats are awesome.

    My ridiculous dog is awesome.

    Matt Smith's hair is awesome.

    Frosted brownies are awesome.

    Getting out of the shower the day after a blondey hair-dyeing (which turned out a little more bright yellow than expected), all ruffly-like, and having one's Krista burst out laughing and be like "Ruby, you look like a little chicken!" is awesome.

I have no regrets.

    And now I need a new word.