January cannot come fast enough...

(sigh)

Finished my bibliographic essay for Comp Theory.  It was 35 pages long.

Still have my mapping to finish (doing mine along the monomyth model.)  That will take another 6-8 hours.

And I have to finish my presentation for the final on Thursday.  (about 3-4 hours)

This is the hardest shit I've ever had to do in my entire life.  Unless you have to, never rush in to take a class on composition theory.  It's evil.  Henry James evil.

I cannot wait for the break.  I need a list of some good sci-fi / fantasy books to read.  I already have Game of Thrones on the list.  I want to read some ultra/mega unrealistic stuff and just drown in it. 

I also want to watch True Blood with Zuk.  He has DVR'ed them.

And he needs to start on Lost.  Like I have to explain to most of you how awesome Lost is.  Mmmmm.  Sawyer.  Ben still rocks it.  I love him.  I don't care if he turns out to be even more evil, he's my guy.

Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles is on hiatus until after the holidays.
Same with Heroes.
Same with House.

Galactia starts in January.  Fuck.  Yeah. 

Sorry if I'm cussing a lot in this post.

I'm under a lot of pressure.

E is great.  She walked around saying "socks" all day long.  Over and over.  Socks.  Socks.  Socks.  Socks.  I love that she's learning to talk.

J is great.  His tooth hurts.  It probably has to come out.

My teeth do NOT hurt, not now.  I hope they don't start up again anytime soon.

Health is ok.  No results yet on the camera that went through  my digestive system.  I'm pretty sure it came out, but I didn't notice and it's ok that it went down the toilet.  Too bad it can't transmit what it sees when it goes.  I wonder what it would photograph down in the bowels of all that plumbing?  Lots of hair?  Probably.

Ok, I'm done.  Hope you're all doing well.

xoxo

So . . . tired.

That is all.

So, I started my capsule endoscopy procedure today.  I swallowed my camera pill and I have to wear this belt with all kinds of electrodes stuck to my stomach.  I have a receiver on the belt.  Seriously?  I look like a suicide bomber.  I didn't say this to the nurse.  She said it a few minutes after I thought it.  Haha.

Yesterday was a full liquid diet.
Today, I can't have anything until noon.  I'm hungry!

Will let you know how it goes. 

In a Dylan mood today . . .

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully, and took my crown of thorns
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

Now there’s a wall between us, something there's been lost
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed
Just to think it all began on an uneventful morn,
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man, "Is it hopeless and forlorn?"
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya, shelter from the storm."

Day 4 for my hubby.  No cigarettes!  Go him!

I'm feeling better.  I'm not in pain.  I just want to swallow my happy camera pill and get some pics of what my guts look like from the inside.  I can even eat now without suffering any pain, so I had orange chicken for dinner.  Mmmm.

I also bought some yogurt-covered pretzels.

Now, I'm off to watch some Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles.  The show is getting good, and the hot chick from Galactica: Razor is in it now. 

Lost needs to hurry up.  I need me some Ben for the sheer awesomeness and Sawyer for some eye-candy.  Jack.  Feh.  I'm a Sawyer girl. 

I'm looking for some old screenshots (in game,) any game.  I'm looking for comments, text, conversations in game that have a lot of gamey-techo lingo.  For example:

Zerg the zone.  CT is on our ass.
PORT PLZ.
Rez him, COH then get a necro.

People who don't play games wouldn't know WTF you were talking about.

Also the "phat lewtz" and "lorlzz!! and All your base belong to us" kind of stuff. 

If you have a pic, message me and we'll figure out how to get it in my hot little hands.

WOW
My WOW account is back to normal.  I'm happy about this.  I'm not sure I'll be playing.  I think the next thing I really want to try is EQ2 again, though I'm not sure how my system will run it.  I may look into getting a new computer in January.  I don't know.  I'd love to just be able to run it on my laptop.  I haven't had a tower PC in years. 

School Stuffs
Things are great.  I finally finished my incomplete in Latin 2.  It took me a long ass time to buckle down and just do it.  Add in scheduling conflict between me and my former professor and it was a nightmare.  Grad school gave me this semester to finish it, which I have done.  Yay!

I took the test, nervous as hell, and passed.  I just have to wait for her to switch out the grade so I apply for my dang diploma. 

As for the next semester.  I'm looking at taking another graduate fiction workshop (one is required each semester.)  And I'm also looking into a class on English Literature.  For my final 3 credits, I'm working with my adviser to start teaching a creative writing class at the women's county detention center.  I would teach the class once a week.  I'm not sure if they get college credit for the class.  I hope they would.  People make bad decisions and when they're truly interested in getting an education, well, I think that's awesome.  I think once some of these ladies actually gets a taste of some good academic confidence, they might be surprised at what they can accomplish.

Anyway, that's the plan. We'll see how it goes.  I could just end up being a plain ole teaching assistant (aka. slave) for a semester.  If I do this properly, I could keep all my classes on one day.  God, that would rock. 

Hope you're all enjoying your last day of Turkiness before the work grind begins again.

Lulu

Sometimes, I like me some early 90's George Michael.  I do.  I admit it.  George Michael is the shit.