h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Darakat has rants, so I'm going to have a ramble. I am feeling a complete lack of stress even though I know that lovely sword is suspended on a very fine hair above my head. First semester, I was all into it. Come home, practice for an hour, study for an hour, go outside and run for an hour, come in, bathe, eat, study for another hour, and go to sleep. This semester it's just WOO-HOO! If I don't have an A in a class, I can't exempt the final, but I just don't care. My HAAT grade is sky high, but my Chemistry grade is through the floor. Am I feeling the pressure? Naw. I've got my acceptance letters from a bazillion different schools, my SAT/ACT scores are good, I'm skipping a year of highschool, I am the mac daddy. Okay, not, but I just finished up a bazillion projects and have a bazillion left to go. I went to the library, checked out a bazillion light, cheap mystery/sci-fi/fiction books and am going to read for ENTERTAINMENT for awhile. These past two days of...nothing have been fantastic. I'm skipping parties, pageants, practices, and going out with my friends, but I am just so incredibly happy to sit on my shrinking arse for awhile. Gain a few pounds and then go back to the grind. I'm having a week, a single week, to myself. Is that too much to ask? Goot, because I am. UJF will be absent next week and I will be gossiping on the telephone. Right now, I am babysitting dogs. My baby had a breakthrough seizure yesterday but it was so mild it could hardly count as one. He is now sick because seizures scare him and I am holding him off his food for another day. As awful as it sounds, I can't help shaking my head and saying, 'Mama broke my baby.' She's got enough guilt and I'd never say that to her, but I can't help thinking it. We've got two other dogs with sprained wrists, so we're just the regular ol' convalesent home. Two of my friends are coming over on Saturday to work on a lit project which we have the bulk of done. I'm thinking about eating another piece of cake and listening to some CAKE. Speaking of Dorothy, she was telling me about her brother today. Nine years old and my soul mate. I'm telling you, I was born out of time. Everyone my own age is lacking something that I need, and I know (or know of people) who are either ten years younger or ten years older than I am who have it. And why am I leaving highschool earlier, again? I did get a lovely dress for prom, however. It's absolutely lovely and fits like a dream. There's something so satisfying in knowing that I am thin and have a figure. I have a friend who is my height, my weight, my build, but with not shape. Some people just don't look good thin, but I do. If people without a waist wore my dress, it would look awful and they'd prolly ruin the dress. There is also something extremely satisfying in receiving complements out of the blue from people who you'd never expect them from. Talk about random thoughts, here...I have also thought a lot about mudmasks recently. (Yeah, you know I've cracked under the stress when I start rambling about dresses and mudmasks.) There is just something so wonderful and so...feminine about mudmasks. I love mudmasks even if they do scare the dogs. Another wonderful thing is a new jar of peanut butter. You don't have to get the knife all gooey getting the peanut butter out because it's right near the top. I also love that thick layer of oil on the top of new containers of peanut butter. Cleaning has become the main priority in my week of luxury. I hate cleaning, but, when stressed, bored, or supremely pleased with myself or something, I clean like a demon. I have mopped, scoured pans, vacuumed, washed windows, washed walls and baseboards, and washed dogs in two days. Soothing, it is. I've also listened to AFI and Pink Floyd so much that it might even explain this lovely sedentary, relaxed feeling...

Well now, that was interesting.

I could say something constructive about this but I have been off uni now for almost 17 weeks and are going back on monday. So my brain is pretty much so much like jelly its not funny.

Wish I could be in a similar state of mind...it may be Friday but I'm up to my eyeballs in writing articles for the 2 mages I work for...Z.Z is a very busy bod at the mo. Did 3000 words yesterday alone.

Did I say mages...damnitalltoheck! I meant Magazines! LOL

I know what's up here. Coffee time.

Very interesting. And not entirely unlike my own thoughts these days (excepting the part about mudmasks and dresses and figure).

Madame Mini: What do you learn from these great mages??? *angels sing*

Aww, Carrot, no mudmasks for you? No dresses either, hmmm??

Darakat back to school?! Oh, no! All hail, brain of mush!

Shhhhh! One can only go so far, being a psychic friend of the opposite sex...

Hm, I'll take that into consideration...

I think you should...

Indeed...

Right... 'Hello men with white suits? Yeah I have a person here who says he has a "connection" to the opposite sex, yeah I will tell him that. Bugger really?' They say that your one lucky bastard.

Indeed...

Muahaha. I've got a song for that, but I'll refrain. If any of you ever get your hands on some sort of satellite camera equipment, do look me up. I would provide endless hours of entertainment. For example, after the girls left two hours after the project was supposed to be done and my parents and sibling went to town for dinner, I stayed at home. I put Canon on the stereo and turned it up so loud that the floors vibrated. It was on loop so I turned out most of the lights in the house and laid on the floor for two hours listening to the same song over and over and over and over again. I could sing all of the parts before, but now I can tap a different part with each of my appendages at once. Golly, I love that song.

You've got a truly intriguing way of dealing with boredom, m'dear...

Och, can't you get a webcam? Then I won't have to buy expensive satellite equipment.

That wasn't boredom, that was the ultimate in happiness. Sort of like when our dogs roll over on their backs and start sucking off the shingles.

No webcam because the computers are all...several rooms away from the living room and enclosed.

Ahhh...

And why does that prevent you from getting a webcam?

It prevents her from demonstrating herself dancing in time to over a webcam is the point I think.

Ramble on

The singing is what I'm really worried about. That and the fact that my hair usually is a mess and a dog is in my lap. Possibly that I'm usually in my pajamas or underwear. Might be because I sometimes wear mudmasks while being online. Then again, I'm a messy eater.

Sounds like excellent entertainment to me...