So, I'm all moved into my dorm room at college, again. This time, I at least have some suitemates, which is probably for the best. In general, they seem cool - all party girls, it seems, but I can always just shut the door and ignore it. The two at the end of the suite, though, seem to know each other already and aren't coming out of their room much. None of us are particularly expecting to see much of them. They're playing rap music really loudly, though. Wonderful. At least I have my radio.

I dunno, I have nothing to write. I'm glad to be here, which is a big change from last year. So far, I like it. I've been so bored that I'm actually looking forward to class. I just want to get out and do something. So hopefully this will be a good change. I feel like a class A idiot, though, so I guess I'll see how it goes.

Hmm.

Tags: college
Current Mood: apprehensive

In a little bit I'm going to see Blue Man Group with my sorta-boyfriend, which is good because I loved them when I saw them in Vegas, but bad because there's this whole thing that happens where he and I are together and we're just so horribly awkward and have nothing to say and play games. This is a typical conversation between us.

Him: Hi.
Me: Hey.
Him: So how was your day.
Me: Good. Boring, went to work, you know. You?
Him: Good.
Me: Good.
Him: Yeah.
[Tick Tock, Five Minutes Pass]
Him: So....how are you?

And so it goes. And then there's the part where I'm not sure I like him because I like him or because I'm supposed to like him. And the part where he's so sweet and so shy and I'm so shy and so neither of us will wear the pants for a damn minute and we play "after you, no after you, no after you," all night.

I dunno. I feel like I'm setting women's lib back about 50 years when I say that I wish he were a little more assertive so I didn't have to be.

Yadda. Nothing like rambling about nothing to kill time.

Tags: boys
Current Mood: confused

There's an interesting phenomena I've noticed. Of the five schools I applied but didn't register with for this semester, four of them are still sending me constant emails and letters, encouraging me to Send My Deposit Now! and Get Classes While They're Open! and Apply for Parking Permits!

It's not that I don't appreciate the enthusiasm, but classes have already started at some of these schools. How on Earth am I supposed to enroll for the 'upcoming semester' when the semester has come, and is going, happily without me.

The only school I'm not getting regular mail from? Is the one I'm starting at in two weeks. Apparently they don't care what I do, now that my deposit is in.

Current Mood: tired

boosette!

Birthday birthday birthday, happy happy birthday la la la la la, now you are a grown up (allegedly, I'll see if I can't confirm this for you once I'm nineteen and can look back on this all with that great elder wisdom), birthday birthday birthday!

(I wish I could show you, somehow, the little dance and chant I have going on here as I'm typing the above. I'm sure your imagination will fill in the blanks in a much more entertaining, embarrassing if I were to really do it way, though.)

Current Music: Only my own off key humming.

Someone has got to explain the moaning that's going on here on this CD to me, because honestly, this woman has been just... howling for about thirty solid minutes, now. (In other news, the Whale Rider soundtrack is conversely many shades of awesome.)

I'm really only posting to post, at this point. Life is weird - Someone hit the fast forward button on me about seven, eight weeks ago and forgot to resume play as normal, but for all the insanity and energizer bunny-ing that's been going on, nothing's actually happened. Nothing worth reporting, at any rate. I suppose I should maybe be concerned that my life can be numbingly hectic and also colossally boring at the same time, for a long time, but I can do boring. Boring is okay.

I have, though, finally gotten my butt back on AIM, as evidenced by the almost completely incoherent reunion with Hikki. I am flat out petrified of the kind of catching up I'm going to have to do at the Dove, so... I think I'll start with the f-list first.

Yeesh. Good to be back.

Current Mood: hyper
Current Music: Some chick wailing off the Troy soundtrack.

So, upside - we seem to have established some kind of diet-coke of internet access here in Chez Tia, thusly allowing me to waste time in my insomnia haze online slowly catching up with all the stuff I'm behind on.

Downside- it's five in the morning, and in an insomnia haze, I'm online. Blegh, as I believe they say in very sophisticated circles.

Tomorrow I'm undertaking my latest goal, which is to somehow secure myself a copy or MP3 of the song 'Storm' by Lifehouse, back when they were called Blyss, off of the CD 'Diff's Lucky Day'. Dude, this song is so good and so completely impossible to find and I want it. Sniff.

If anyone has any idea where I might have some luck, I will so send you my second born child. (First born is already on reserve, but hey, practice makes perfect, yadda.)

Mmm... another hour, and I'm giving in and making coffee.

Current Mood: anti-sleepy

It's strange, no matter what I do, or how many showers I take, or how many times I Fabreeze, I smell like coffee all the time, now. Such is life as a coffee-shop-girl. (I'm not quite ready to upgrade myself to barista, yet. That would involve looking at the steamer and not automatically thinking 'milk fluffing machine'.)

The current tally is still, unfortunately, Tia: 0, Jeanie Troll: Eleventy, Tia-House Internet Connection: A shit load.

The one consolation, I suppose, is that I've been getting a pretty fair amount of writing done - not necessarily what I should be writing, and I really blame Amanda for this new notebook rapidly filling with Stargate-fic blipverts that will probably never manifest themselves into anything resembling a story, but on the upside, I am at least almost past the point where writing Dove will ever be an issue again - but of course, I have no way to post any of it. Mutter.

I'm going to try to get some commenting done in the land of you people. Stay tuned.

Current Mood: thirsty
Current Music: The Sun in the Stream -- Enya

I'm sure there are some people out there in the world who are handling the recent political turn of events in a well adjusted, healthy, fair manner, with appropriate blame falling onto all the appropriate heads. (Actually, I know this, because some of them are on my friends list - hi guys!)

Me, though? I'm sneaking my very unhealthy pumpkin spice latte (with whip, but I'm in mourning, those calories don't count) into my library compu-cubicle and thinking mean thoughts about the library monitor from hell who's currently glaring at me over the top of the divider because she so knows I have illicit caffeinated beverages, and I didn't even buy them at the library coffee shop. (Because it sucks. Learn and love the use of a spoon, people.)

Anyway, this all sucks tremendously. For anyone sulking as enthusiastically as I am, here're two things which will maybe make you smile, or at least take the edge off any compulsive urges to flee across the border.

On election night, I watched the Daily Show coverage with my parents, who some of you may be familiar with after the Chinese food conversation. For the record? Never again.

The Daily Show: Does the carpet match the curtains?
Dad: Ha!
Mom: What'd they say?
Dad: 'Does the carpet match the curtain?'
Mom: Oh. ...What's that mean?
Me: *deep, deep sigh*
Dad: Uh...
Me: Oh look, John Stewart. Quiet time!
Mom: (halfway through the next commercial break) Oh! I get it.

And also, sheer electoral brilliance from silverhill. I'm quite fond of the last one, myself.

Also: where the hell has Tia been, in thirty seconds or less. The house-hold internet connection/network? Launching offensive guerilla warfare on my family. That narrowed my on-line options down to exactly the library, which of course requires a card for the three and a half minutes of functioning internet access before Jeanie (a horrible, vindictive little troll who hates anyone under the age of twenty-seven apparently on sight) starts Looking Threateningly At You. In the college backwards forwards shuffle, my card got lost, so I needed a new one before I could get on. This is a problem, because the library computer system has evidently took issue with my old habit of losing my cards. Back when I first got them. At age eight. Jeanie (see above comments re: troll) decided she was in league with the unseen policy demons, and has been an unholy pain in my ass for the last four weeks. Needless to say, access has taken some time.

She's Looking Threateningly At Me again. I'm out.

Current Mood: cranky

Today is one of those days that's going to change the world.

It'd be nice if I could get more than five minutes online at the local library to debate the implications and pontificate on the future of our country and check my email.

Mutter.

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: In A Graveyard - Rufus Wainwright

A cold has me sitting around, bored out of my mind, watching an obscene amount of Stargate, and entertaining myself by writing up transcripts of silly conversations I have with my parents. Which this entry happens to be.

Back-story: My dad has this 'you can't eat Chinese food' on Sunday policy, no doubt a souvenir from being raised by my very traditional Italian grandmother and great grandmother. My sister and I've teased him about it for years, and now make a sport of trying to argue out of arguing our way into some loophole that would allow for Chinese food on Sunday. That's what happened at dinner tonight, though the sister was is one of her moods and I had to set on myself.

( What continents may we dine in on Sunday, and other such matters. )