My Very own Rhino-thingy

A woman I highly respect has been known to say that we get sick during the winter not because there's more bugs running around, or because we're particularly weaker during the colder months. It's because we sit around inside all day, doing nothing, and that makes our immune systems weak/deficient. Which would explain why, as I sat at my computer during all my break, I was perfectly fine, but after two weeks back at school I caught a cold. Yes, that perfectly explains it. Got the sore throat on Monday afternoon, and got the sniffles while at school yesterday.

Last night I actually helped prepare my brother for some cosplay. Of course, he wouldn't call it cosplay, but that's essentially what it was. About a year ago, he became Link for the "blast from the past" dress-up day, and I made an extremely complicated piece for him: Link's sock hat. IT was so great, it even acted like the real thing. So today he was allowed to wear whatever, as long as it was red or pink, and so he became Link, albeit wearing the Goron tunic. Enter need for a new sock hat. The one last night took me less than 30 minutes, and that was with being dozed, dazed, and having a cold. I even got up early this morning so I could paint the Triforce on his hand, but he wasn't ready at the moment I got up, so I told him to call me when he was ready. I never heard his call, although he told me he called just a minute after I'd talked to him, and he called me four times. So I guess my score is 1 win, 1 fail. 50% isn't bad.

As I sit here not-working on my discussion, I thought this would be an opportune moment to get the pages for the website I'm supposed to be in charge of to be updated. Finished making up one of the picture pages, and the server is being wonky again. Not for any particular reason, I don't think, it just is doing that because it can. For once, it's not my fault!

I'm going to go take a shower now and hope the steam clears me out before I crash in bed.

The Dead Zone

Ever have those days where you seem to exist on two planes? On one, I'm just me, and I can do things, like think, and write, and my karate techniques. On another plane, my brain is swimming in my research stuffs, and I think it's drowning. In case you're wondering, the sensation of a drowning brain is not fun. Different from drowning lungs. Seriously, this is one of the biggest things of my life up to this point, and I feel like I've never before had so much work to do. Probably because I never before have had so much work to do.

I'm so glad we have all this rain. It makes me happy. Wind with the rain, though, is giving me a headache, and I started developing a sore throat tonight. My [anti-old] tea isn't helping, either, even though I put in honey. It has managed to make me sleepy, though.

Have my first test of the semester tomorrow. It's in my geology class (natural disasters). I'm nowhere close to worried. It's such a lovely feeling. Everything is directly from the notes, I've been taking good notes, and I already know this material. Yay for should be easy class. I need it this semester, that's for sure. Is it pathetic that I'm still geeking out about plate tectonics, four years after graduating from high school?

Who Stole my Cheese?

No, I'm not talking about the book.

In case you don't know already, you should: I like cheese. Cheese is awesome on a level that cannot be comprehended unless you understand. A week ago Monday, Dad asked me to pick up more Velveeta. Luckily for me, I couldn't find any, so I brought home some of my favorite cheese instead. Two blocks. Before the end of the week, Dad thought we were out of the cheese, so he had my brother get more. This left us with almost three blocks of cheese. Today, a beautiful rainy day, I wanted grilled cheese. I found that all the cheese is gone. I know it wasn't my brother, because he was on a fast from Monday evening to Thursday evening (don't ask). Dad was supposed to get more cheese today. I haven't yet looked to see if he got something acceptable, or if he picked up some atrocity. Either way, he will pay for eating all my cheese.

In other news, I saw something interesting on Failblog the other day. Babynames.com reports an interesting name possibility, a name that would work for either a boy or a girl. Espn. Or, more accurately, ESPN. Like the sports network. A name that would work for a boy or a girl. Yep. Want to know what else? Enola is a good name for a girl, too, apparently. It's "alone" spelled backwards. I hope nobody actually burdens their baby girl with that.

Cultural Diversity Fail

One of the classes I'm taking this semester is titled "Social Pluralism." Sounds exciting, yes? It's through the Social Work department, and I'm taking it for my cultural diversity requirement. Apparently Eastern Europe isn't culturally diverse enough, doesn't matter how many people have no clue that Czechoslovakia (no, that's not what it's called now) was rather kinda sorta important to the start of something like WWII.

So here I am taking a class about how we should all be friends (which is what true diversity is about, I'm sure), and we were given almost no time to do an observation of someone that's of a different culture/whatnot. Which basically means I'm supposed to interview/observe a not-me, someone who is not female, early 20's, White, Republican, and Christian. Does that read like a personals add to anyone else? Take a guess who I interviewed. My dad. Yep, I searched high and low for someone to interview (prof said we could interview our dads, though, so it works :P ). He's not in his early 20's, and he's not female, so it works.

And now, some general nonsenseness for amusement (according to my Jr./Sr. Bible teacher, "amuse" means "a- muse," as in against the muses, or against anything that will encourage art, music, poetry, drama, etc.) :


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Terrible Tuesdays

I know I must have said it before, but Mondays aren't bad for me. Mondays are just after Sunday, so they still tend to be good. And I get to see Sensei.

Tuesdays, on the other hand, are long days (especially when I don't get to go to karate on Tuesday nights, angry face). I'm always hungry. I get sleepy during class (today was my first day of the semester getting drowsy in class, yay me!). I feel the results of whatever I did at karate on Monday, like Tenno Kata, Son Don Gi, pushups, crazy crunches, or ... say ... thwacking my knee with a bokken.

Tuesday I find out assignments are due on Thursday. Tuesday my email gets flooded with messages from all sorts of people: "Please share class notes, because I'm deathly ill." "Please join our organization, because we know you're awesome, even though you've told us already you don't have time for us." "Please put pictures up on the website." Tuesday the servers for said website randomly don't work.

Tuesday my mentor asks me to bring in my (continuous process) literature review for him to look over again the next day. Tuesday my mentor holds me in his office until 8 minutes before my class, even if I have to walk to class and really have to go to the bathroom. Tuesday I find out my brother is randomly doing a 60-hour fast (no worries - less reason for me to cook this week).

Yes, Tuesdays are fun.