A Clockwork Red

supermuse chuh!

I present Exhibit A - http://supermuse.livejournal.com/35225.html

So my Bubbie called me because she's going to be visiting on Saturday, and she asked me how my day went. I told her that I went to the university to try and get my study abroad stuff squared away, and see what else I still needed. Here's the conversation at this point:

Bubbie: "So what's the word with that then?"

Me: "Well, it's...complicated. And expensive. Apparently, in order to obtain a student visa I have to present myself at the French embassy and do it all in person. And the embassy is in Chicago."

Bubbie: "Oh well. I guess it's just not in the stars for you to go. Maybe you can catch it next time around."

Me (taken slightly aback): "Well, you give up easily, don't you?"

Bubbie: "I'm sorry, I just don't want you to go."


Super. One of my biggest supporters in life is all out of support. And what does "catch it next time around" even mean?? I guess I'll chalk it up to senility. Boo.

Also, this whole thing about Chicago is due to an asshattish stance by our government on obtaining student visas. Apparently, if French students wish to obtain a student visa to travel to the U.S., they have to go to the U.S. embassy in France in person and do everything there. So, as retaliation the French government decided on the same standard for U.S. students wishing to study in France; therefore, one must present oneself to the French embassy in person in order to get a student visa. In Chicago. The study abroad adviser at the university said (with a hint of a serene smile on his face) "Yes, and unfortunately you guys get caught in the crossfire." And then gave a small shrug.

I contemplated throwing a pen at his face to see if he might get some new views on being caught in crossfire.

Sigh. I can do this I can do this I can do this...

I am so doing this too. Tell me if my Daemon is accurate, pleeeeaaase!

( Mmmm Daemony... )

I have come to the realization over the past year that I am a total information whore. It's all about the communication with me. (I heart foreign languages!)

Only, now, I'm stressed. I need to know if I have this job for next semester or not. And I was told that I would know today. Only, I dont know. Information is being withheld from me. AAAAAAHHH! I don't function well when I don't have information. So, basically what I'm saying is TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME!!!!

Also, I cannot seem to get ahold of Le French Corner. I want to take some residents there for lunch, but alas they are not answering their phones. Communication is not happening. Also AAAAAHHHH!

The world is conspiring to not give me information. This results in me being extra bouncy and mildly irritable, and the next resident who shows up asking for special permission to check out late without being charged will probably end up in the hospital to remove a French/English dictionary from THEIR FACE.

Okay. Quick thoughts.

One: Killing people is wrong. Especially in the mass/serial kind of way.

Two: Playing off of the widespread fear by sending threating letters to schools throughout the city, and making threats at MY school is such a low form of douchebaggery.

Three: I hate how effective it is.

It begs the question, What Would Batman Do?

This whole school thing has got to stop. I've decided (just now) to alleviate my sadness that school is back in session with...retail therapy! And I've totally rationalized it. I am lacking interpreter clothes for when the weather is warmer. Which is now. Ergo, I need new clothes. Now.

Also, I feel like because my last conversation with the cute guy at Satellite was SO undeniably awkward, that I'll just have to go back and try again. And if that means spending $3 on Mexican Lattes and London Fogs every time I go in until I figure out when he works, well that's the price I'm willing to pay. Literally.

So, basically what I'm trying to say is that school started and my inner brat is pouting and screaming "I DON'T WANNA!"

We will celebrate appropriately when school and allergies are not pummeling my face. In fact, I already know where I'm taking you to eat. And you have no choice. ;P

Okay. Fine. I cave. I'm gonna go ahead and say that I like 30 Seconds to Mars. Jared Leto has always been quite the hottie. And I'm pretty impressed with the video for From Yesterday, and the fact that he and his bandmates can pass for my age.

Damn, this is weird.

desecratedmuse and I decided to invent a State of the Union Address Drinking Game™. I know you're dying to find out the rules. That's why I'm posting them here. ^_^

1) Everytime Dubya says the word "terror" or a derivative thereof (i.e. "terrorism", "terrorists" etc.) take a drink.
2) Everytime members of Congress give him a standing ovation, take a drink. Also, feel free to punctuate it with an evil cackle and say "Dance, monkeys! Dance!"
3) Everytime Dubya says "nucular," chug your drink.

Yes, it's that simple. So, let's take a tally of our rules based off of tonight...

- Number of times Dubya says "terror" or a derivative: Nineteen (and we started counting them 25 minutes into the address, and we stopped watching it 10 minutes before it ended, so there was plenty of time for him to get to at least 100).
-Number of times members of Congress stood up while clapping: Okay, I didn't really count this, but I know I said "Dance, monkeys! Dance!" about 5 times, and that they stood up at least least 10 times.
-Number of times Dubya says "nucular": Three. Ouch.

Overall assessment if we had actually been drinking: We would have been friggin' blitzed.

There's no snow here, but we finally managed to get the gray, overcast cloud cover. Not that I want the snow, mind you. But I would like to go home - I am quite bored now. But the road conditions aren't the best now, because of the storm and I might just end up staying here for New Years.

My first set of plans for New Years fell through, which would mean that I should be able to go and hang out with the LA kids. Except that the interstate going north is closed, and overall crap driving conditions. So, I'm being forced into staying here. I guess I could booze it up a little, since I won't be driving anywhere.

Guh. Stoopid snow. I hate you.

Austin just called me from Nicaragua. And I got to talk to him for 40 minutes.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

I could cry if I wasn't so hyper and bouncy all of a sudden.

I'm really glad that there's a story behind why this incarnation of Aquaman has a harpoon hand. Because, when I saw that on JLU I was pissed - I thought it was totally arbitrary, and hello! He likes to protect sealife, why does he have a harpoon on his hand?? The aforementioned question still stands btw. I am, however, quite glad that it isn't arbitrary.

That being said, Aquaman is SUCH a douchebag in JL. And what's worse is that it's contagious. Green Lantern (John Stewart Green Lantern, not hottie Kyle Rayner Green Lantern) turns into an asshole whenever Aquaman is around. Like he has to compete or something. As I said to natmun, this is how the conversation goes:

Aquaman: "I'm an asshole! Look how much of an asshole I can be!"
Green Lantern: "Shut up! You're a total crazyface!"
The Other Justice League Members: "Let's try and help Aquaman sort out his problems."
Green Lantern:"No! He's a crazyface!"
Aquaman: "Dont call me a crazyface, you stupidhead!"
Green Lantern: "Dont call me stupidhead, crazyface!"
Aquaman: *does some douchebaggery*
Green Lantern: (to the rest of the Justice League) "See? I told you he's a crazyface! Look how right I am!"

And then Cale reaches through the television and pimp slaps them both for acting like stupid hos. I watched two episodes with Aquaman. There's only so much Aquaman I can take in a day. I went over my quota by an episode and a half.

I do however love my Justice League on DVD. Batman is still...mmm...Batman...

Oh yes. I am quite ready to play Arkham Horror again.

Bring it on, Shub-Shub.

One of my residents just AIMed me to tell me that he and his roommate made a snow penis on Johnson field.

Translation: I love Winter Break. I'm reading this book that Nena got me of short humorous stories. It's called Created in Darkness by Troubled Americans. And then to balance it out, I'm reading Lovecraft. My favorite story so far is The Rats in the Walls. And then, when I'm not reading, I'm watching a bunch of anime off of crunchyroll. Did I mention that I love Winter Break? It's like the asylum in Arkham Horror. For every turn you spend on Winter Break it gives you a little brain to add to your pool. The glorious thing is that analogy totally fell apart, and I don't feel the need to fix it. Hah!

More fascinating tidbits about break as they reach me. (P.S. If you dont yet know I got a major haircut last week, and my hair is way short and I can now style it up. All spiky-like. Basically, I'm bringing sexy back. ;) )

This is the flavor of crazy I'm feeling right now.




Effing finals week.

Let's get ready to rumblllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeee *cue playoffs music or whatever*

French (It was only two pages long...Hella!)
ASL 4
Interpreting (written)
Forensic Anthro.

Tumbling and Research class have gracefully bowed out of finals week this semester, while Interpreting has pummeled me with test after test for the past week. It looks like it'll be a tough match-up, let's see if our exhausted college student can keep up the pace.

Yes, insanity has kicked in. Thank you for asking.

Everyone else was doing it. I couldnt help myself.

I got to talk to Aus over IM. I feel good. I can make it through the rest of the semester, life is as it should be.

Just by talking to him and knowing that he's alive (and that he misses me...) he replenished my reserves. Hoohah.

Also, I went to the volunteer orientation session for the animal shelter this morning, and I am WAY excited. Time to reduce euthanasia, kids!

I have so much work to do that I have to finish my assignments at least two days in advance in order to turn them in ON TIME. How does that even make sense??

It's okay. I can make all of these deadlines. I'll just have to cut meals out of my schedule. They take up too much valuable time. I can survive on pocket lint and licking the dust off my TV.

"Is that why you are laughing, Darl?"
"Yes yes yes yes yes yes."

So, I totally got to see Casino Royale last night at midnight, FOR FREE (thanks to a resident of mine). Really, I just wanted to see Daniel Craig wet and mostly nudey.

Turns out, I went for all the right reasons. There was more nudey Bond in the movie than there was nudey Bond girls (*gasp!*). Anyway, the plot was nice and the villain was called Le Chiffre. It made my budding French sensors go off, so when I got home I had to look it up. Apparently it means "figure, numeral, or code". Makes sense. Well, if you saw the movie it does.

This was also a ploy to procrastinate on my homework. Yay for Casino Royale!