And you can tell by the state of my room that they let me out too soon

The semester is over and I have no excuse to put off cleaning my room any further. I have a brand new spankin' audio book (Hearts, Keys, and Puppetry, by Neil Gaiman and the Twitterverse) loaded up on my mp3 and all day to beat my room into a semblance of order. Huzzah!

The title, by the way, is from this amazing Dresden Dolls song:



Amanda Palmer is one of my girl crushes. haha.

I am no longer a child.

I could smoke cigarettes! I could watch porn! I could go a strip club! I could get a tattoo! I could gamble! I could go out in the middle of the night! I could buy a gun! I could go to jail!
Too bad I'm not planning on doing any of those things any time soon.
Can you rent R-rated movies before you're 18? With the many different methods (legal and illegal) of watching movies online nowadays, is it really an issue anymore?


This was probably not the best choice of image, but it seemed relevant. As far as I can tell (not that I did extensive research) it is not, in fact, a porn film.

Of course, I will [probably] vote in the next election. I will, someday, get a debit card. I can get into more concerts than I could before. I could do jury duty, join the military, get married. There's a lot of cool things I couldn't do before. I may not get them done while I'm still 18 (in fact, this being me, it's very unlikely) but I will eventually do most of them.

I kind of don't feel ready to not be a kid anymore. Maybe I'll wait until I'm 20 to be an adult, after all.

I'm sick, addicted gotta get my fix

I have completely, irrevocably become a total mysterygoogle.com junkie. This was spawned in part by my pre-existing addiction to mylifeisaverage.com, and the recent Mystery Google trend flourishing therein. To clarify: Mysterygoogle.com is a website where you can enter a search term, but instead of receiving results for that term, you get the previous person's result. At first, this meant people typing in really random things for other people to find (chocolate fish, purple ermine, other random combinations of words) but thanks to MLIA and the attitude of the people who contribute to and read it, it's become a vehicle for social interaction. People post "missions" for the next person, many of which involve texting, calling, or emailing someone to sing/tell them a story/chat. I've been putting my phone number and email into it with various missions but so far have only received one email. I've also been fulfilling other peoples' missions with few replies. It's rather disheartening...but still addictive. And, of course, an absolute waste of time. Most things I love are a waste of time, of course.
I created my presentation for lab animal class (due last week, though fortunately there wasn't enough time for all of us to present them, which I anticipated; I procrastinate, but I always make the deadline in the end. I admit I cut it a bit close this time). I was going to reward myself by working on my complete joke of a NaNoWriMo novel (382 words by the 23rd of the month. Somehow, I'm thinking I won't make it to 50,000 at this rate), but instead I ended up on MLIA and Mystery Google. At the same time.
Oops.
I've got to extricate myself from their clutches and go to bed.

O Liberty...! is it well/To leave the gates unguarded?

I'm free! I'm free at last! Two glorious weeks without tests and books and studying and packing PB&J for lunch. Liberty!
Of course, I am already putting my spare time to good use watching Teen Titans and What Not to Wear and Doctor Who. :D
But, you know, today I am actually going to do something productive. I am going to clean my room...or at least start cleaning my room. Even if I only get halfway done, once it's started I'll have to finish it on Monday and IT WILL GET DONE. Glorious! Magnificent!
I read too much Pogo yesterday, and it caused me to write a nonsense poem...
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Everything's an only
just as every happened was;
the Holocaust had sandwiches
just as your mother does.

And everyone's a people
whether fat be Chance or slim,
so you're only just an everything
if you are her or him.
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I'm still legally a child, so I can watch cartoons. Right?

Awesome how I managed to procrastinate on posting a new procrastination post. I'm getting good at this. I am, in fact, supposed to be studying for another test (with the same teacher as last time!) but this time it's not nearly as important. For one thing, I only need to make a grade in the mid-80s on this test (lower if the final is only worth one test), and I know the material pretty well. It's all memorizing (Pharmacology) so the main problem is really learning the old stuff I tested over before I didn't really know how to study the material. It's fine, it's fine, it's all fine.

Current favorite method of procrastination:
OTPing Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer. They're both awesome--I'm spending all my allowance on Sandman comics, and listening to Who Killed Amanda Palmer on loop. I haven't done both at the same time yet, but when I do some pleasure center in my brain is sure to overload and cause my head to implode. I usually try to avoid shipping real people because, well, it's weird, and there's the whole "what if they break up?" thing. But if they don't want people obsessing over their relationship, they shouldn't be so darn cute on twitter. Almost any tweet between them causes me to go "Awwwwww" and automatically click the little favorite star.
But yeah, it's still weird, I know.

I suppose I shall go study for Pharmacology like a good girl. Not too worried about this test, though I suppose that could be a bad thing...I might get careless.
It's so much easier to study for that particular class if I'm doing something else at the same time! For example, I studied for last week's test by reciting drug names to myself while cleaning the bathroom and then while walking the dog...and I knew them all by heart when I sat down to do the test, which was disappointingly easy. This has never happened to me before! I wouldn't mind if it happened tomorrow, though :-). I studied earlier today while watching cartoons (Teen Titans, to be exact. Yeah. No, I'm not ashamed, though I know I probably ought to be). Now that I'm not watching TV studying is actually harder. Weird, right?

...I watched way too much TV today. I can tell because just now the thought that keeps popping into my head isn't "I need to study" or "Yay I got an A in Clin Path II" or even "I'm so hungry those lentils Abi is cooking smell good to me" but "...dayum, Slade has a sexy voice!" which is so very stupid a thought that I am truly ashamed of myself.
I mean, watching stupid cartoons is one thing, but thinking about the villains thereof afterwards? Lame.

He does, though. Have a sexy voice.

...Hey, the song Run Runaway is by a band called Slade??? The version I heard was by some crazy Scottish guys. The internet is a lovely place, ladies and gentlemen.
But I must leave it. I am truly leaving now. I think. My studying, however, will be pushed off until after supper, when I shall probably be slightly more motivated.

11:43 PM. 61 dogs down

and who-knows-how-many to go.
This, children, is why you do not install computer games and piddle around on the internet when there is studying to be done. How I ever managed to be an A student I don't know; but since I was, I feel the need to continue being one, and thus my staying-up-until-I'm-flippin'-done studying habits. Just think, if I had started this afternoon instead of this evening, I could be in bed by now. But no, I had to goof off on the internet instead and now I am reaping the rewards of my folly.
Let's see, I am on...the Samoyed. Awww, isn't it cute? Cute it may be, but at this point, I don't really give a, er, darn about the Samoyed. Not when I know that he is merely dog breed number 62 out of over a hundred breeds that I need to learn about by my 8:00 class tomorrow. Sorry, Sammy, this is why I'm a cat person. Everybody knows all the cat breeds. Siamese, Persion, Angora, Maine Coone, Tabby, Calico, Tortoise-shell, American shorthair, whatever. But dogs, no, they're special. They get to have fancy definitions under the American Kennel Club. They get to be divided into groups (So far I've gotten through Sporting and Hound, and I'm most of the way through Working dogs).
Well, this is what tea is for. Oh, caffeine, how I love thee! How thou hast aided me o'er and o'er!
Tea is also good when you're sick, which I am. Alas. I hate being sick. I wonder what I'll be like both sick and sleep-deprived? Only tomorrow shall tell. An interesting experiment to be sure.
That reminds me, Caitlin is going to come over tomorrow for a "study" group, which probably means we'll both attempt to study our different subjects, then give up and go play with the chickens or something. Studying: You're doing it wrong.
Yeah, I'm a terrible student. This is one of the reasons I can't see myself continuing in vet school. A couple years of school to be a lowly Vet Tech, yes, but then another eight years of school and having to be the boss afterward? Yech. With my study habits, I don't think I could make it. Well, I shall wait and see. Maybe this semester will finally kick some sense into me. I doubt it, though.

I'm hoping to shame myself into doing some of this stuff.

I'm procrastinating. Again.

I should be studying for a test tomorrow (Canine and Feline Clinical Management is the class; the test is about dog breeds. Is it any wonder I don't want to study?).

I should be taking these "Bones" DVDs back to the library before my brother takes the car to work (I'm waiting for the first one to rip to the computer so I can finish watching it. I tried to renew them online but someone else has already requested them).

I should be...working on this crochet project which I promised my friend I would do for her eventually.

I should be...working on the blanket I was supposed to be crocheting for my grandmother.

I should be...walking the dog.

I should be...cleaning my room.

Instead I'm writing this.
This is the story of my life.

Procrastination woman, up, up, and away!
Eventually.