This blog shall be the marvelous skimming of the surface. I'm too tired for anything else.

I've seen X-Men three times now. I am officially a geek. Or, as Strongbad would say, DORK!

Do I get extra geek points for making a computer phenomenon reference when talking about my geekiness?

I'm fully moved into my new room, and liking it very much, despite the fact that I washed my patchwork rug, we're going on day three and it still hasn't dried. Even after hanging over the porch railing in the sun. In 90something degree heat. Sigh. Anyway, everything's set up, even my old Nintendo, which I've been playing a lot of. In fact, I've been feeling kind of bad lately (maybe too much sun from that first day when we all overdid it) so I've pretty much been holed up in my room, playing and being on the comp and reading. But in my nice clean room. So it's nice. And I might as well be a total bum before I begin my work on Monday.

I can't seem to go anywhere without running into someone. Or living next door to them.

My family is alright, despite all the weather problems that region of the country has been having lately; however, the constant stream of weather warnings I get on my email hasn't eased my mind at all.

Gossip has been flying lately, making me wonder when we all became interested in such things. I see these little kids everywhere - one is looking at me from a photo frame on my desk right now, actually - and I think to myself how easy they've got it. No politics. Nice.

It would also be nice if I could teleport. *Bamf* (Wow, that sound really does work for that.)

I sooo should be asleep. Must get up in the morning so that I can finish my history paper, so that I can go to the movies. I'm too sleepy to write a paper, and yet I've woken myself back up somehow. Sigh.

Oh, here's some weirdness: the other night I ran into Jonathan. As in my first boyfriend, if you want to define things in that manner; I was only twelve. And I was nowhere near Sanford. Talk about random.

But here's more randomness; Jackie and I were giggling about how my tastes have changed over the years - from trumpet band geek to computer geek - when I found out what he's been up to the past few years: comp sci major. Another one. Like every other one. Sigh. I thought perhaps I've always had an innate ability to seek computer geeks out, even before they become one. Then it was pointed out to me that maybe I turn people that way. Y'know in Sailormoon when a big bead of sweat or something forms over their heads? This is one of those moments.

Went to Starbucks today with Nick and Charles (I can't hear the name Nick without thinking of My Big Fat Greek Wedding "...Anita, Nick, Nikki...") to study for philosophy exam. I think that's why I couldn't finish the paper tonight. My brain is still fuzzy.

I forgot to eat dinner tonight, and I must make myself go to sleep so my stomach stops growling at me. There's a reason if I've ever heard one. And now, off to bed I go.

So, I did my juries, and it went alright. We'll see what I come out with.

I just finished my theory final, and it rather sucked. Still, its done with, and we'll just see what I come out with. I have a feeling this mentality will persist throughout the remainder of finals.

Am listening to this CD by a band called Engine Down. Doug the drummer boy gave it to me. It's alright, reminds me of a high school garage band. Then again, I have been known to like those garage bands. :) Anyway, too early to give a proper verdict, as I'm only on track three.

Occasionally I read something that reminds me of previous mindsets and eras in my life. One is a blog of a Little Depressed Girl. She's in high school and thinks she is so very much smarter than the world at large. She is tough and streetwise, and has read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, so she must "get" all the humor that others don't. She thinks you learn more outside of school than in it.

The sad thing is, knowing what I know of her situation, and the school she attended, she probably has. And I remember feeling like that, and angry and willing to debate religion and politics and music. And now I know how very stupid I was, and wonder how my family managed to be around this little angry high-schooler. Reminds me of something Daniel wrote in my senior yearbook, about me being "Big Bad Jill" at the beginning of high school, but was really just unhappy. Sigh.

Like I was told yesterday, I'm old.

Why do I read these blogs? It's not for the soap opera-effect anymore. Most everyone has grown out of the soap-opera phase, and I'm tired of it anyway. It's more that I'm a watcher, I guess. I'm far more interested in the mundane, the little pictures, reconstructing what people mean and what's going on in their lives. This is why I will like my new window, I suppose. Maybe I like posting pictures cause I think that maybe there are others like me, who are just as interested in the mundane and might like to see my pictures.

On the other hand, maybe that's just a subconscious cry for attention. But I don't exactly feel like it is, cause I'm honestly interested in those of others.

I also wonder if I will ever be happy staying in one place for long. I've moved so much, started over so much, that I like it. I'm glad I'm moving again, simply for that start-over feeling. When I stay in one place too long I start rearranging furniture. I can't fathom living on one place your whole life. I'm already tired of Orlando when I think of living here longer than college. It's still my home, and I'm glad to be here now; I love the summer storms, the heat, the humidity, even. But I can't stay here. I wonder if that's because I moved so much growing up, or if it's a genetic thing, and that's also why we moved so much.

Egh, enough rambling. Off to final #2.