Oww, I didn't realize how long it has been since my last post.
Since then I've been working my arse off trying to keep on top of various homeworks and tests. That's not quite finished yet, tomorrow I've got to take out a significant chunk of my not insignificant calc and chem homework, but thankfully I'll be working with Cole, which motivates me very well.
I've been staying up far too late far too often and as a result my head is leaking various viscous fluids. Thankfully I'm going to be able to sleep in late tomorrow, but for this next week I'm going to have to be very careful about not staying up late.
Already it's far too late for me, but I wanted to do a quick post as I haven't done one in a long while, and I figure certain parties would be interested in how my birthday went. In short, it was awesome. In long, me and a bunch of my friends got together and played Minecraft, which if you haven't heard of it, is a sandbox style building/mining game where you work with big square blocks made of various materials. When we left I was battling with the game's confusing water dynamics to create a waterslide, Thor made an elevator and Cole was building an epic bachelor pad (complete with juke-boxes). This was all ridiculously fun, and I had a great time.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Insomnia Helps with Reading
"Something funny."- Scud
Ok this seriously has to stop. I haven't managed to get to sleep before 1:30 for the past two weeks, and it's caught up with me. I've officially gotten insomnia because of that skinny bastard. On the plus side, I've decided to try reading The Lord of the Rings again. I tried it out last night, and the casual, some might say meandering, writing style of Mr. Tolkien was really relaxing. Too bad it stops helping once the lights are out and the shadows are back...
Ok this seriously has to stop. I haven't managed to get to sleep before 1:30 for the past two weeks, and it's caught up with me. I've officially gotten insomnia because of that skinny bastard. On the plus side, I've decided to try reading The Lord of the Rings again. I tried it out last night, and the casual, some might say meandering, writing style of Mr. Tolkien was really relaxing. Too bad it stops helping once the lights are out and the shadows are back...
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Super Effective
I really need to get over this slenderman thing. I haven't slept well since I saw it over a week ago...
Cooking is awesome. I love cooking. I have, as of this evening, not only roasted a chicken (with stuffing thankyouverymuch) but ALSO prepared a complete meal of fish, veggies and mashed garlic potatoes. The chicken: AMAZING. Stuffing is the most delicious part of the chicken. Better yet, I've still got leftovers for tomorrow (and I made it YESTERDAY). The fish: Not so much, but still pretty good. I made a lemon, butter, garlic sauce and used far too much garlic and lemon juice. My roomie (who's tastebuds are in directly opposite alignment to my own) loved it, and says it needs MORE lemon juice and garlic. It does not matter, as next time I make fish I'm goinna try using less and see how that works out. I'm SO excited! I'm learning what works and what does not!
I even got everything timed PERFECTLY. Once I was done eating, it was time to head off to Engineers Without Borders (Hay! Nice segway dude! Inorite?). I'm part of a group that is working on designing modifications to, and testing, a bilge pump so that it can be sold in Africa as a cheap and reliable water pump for farming villages. The organization we're working with was started by WSU students and professors, and they want to become larger by earning grants from several foundations (all of which escape me at the moment). In order to do this, they have to show that they're worthwhile, so we're trying to produce documentation on this product of theirs (the modified pump). I'm really excited because I've become one of the three main people who talk about the pump, what we need to do and etc. I know I need to be concerned about not shutting people out, but I'm just REALLY excited to be contributing on this scale.
Cooking is awesome. I love cooking. I have, as of this evening, not only roasted a chicken (with stuffing thankyouverymuch) but ALSO prepared a complete meal of fish, veggies and mashed garlic potatoes. The chicken: AMAZING. Stuffing is the most delicious part of the chicken. Better yet, I've still got leftovers for tomorrow (and I made it YESTERDAY). The fish: Not so much, but still pretty good. I made a lemon, butter, garlic sauce and used far too much garlic and lemon juice. My roomie (who's tastebuds are in directly opposite alignment to my own) loved it, and says it needs MORE lemon juice and garlic. It does not matter, as next time I make fish I'm goinna try using less and see how that works out. I'm SO excited! I'm learning what works and what does not!
I even got everything timed PERFECTLY. Once I was done eating, it was time to head off to Engineers Without Borders (Hay! Nice segway dude! Inorite?). I'm part of a group that is working on designing modifications to, and testing, a bilge pump so that it can be sold in Africa as a cheap and reliable water pump for farming villages. The organization we're working with was started by WSU students and professors, and they want to become larger by earning grants from several foundations (all of which escape me at the moment). In order to do this, they have to show that they're worthwhile, so we're trying to produce documentation on this product of theirs (the modified pump). I'm really excited because I've become one of the three main people who talk about the pump, what we need to do and etc. I know I need to be concerned about not shutting people out, but I'm just REALLY excited to be contributing on this scale.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Horror upon Horrors
It's not that Nerf is not allowed in Pullman, it's just that it's not allowed INSIDE in Pullman. You can have it, you just can't keep it in your house... They're not worried about people with things that could by some severe stretch of the imagination be mistaken for guns being outside where people might see them, they're worried about people with things that could by some severe stretch of the imagination be mistaken for guns being INSIDE.
The title of this post is literal. I have exactly two horrors in my life that I'm dealing with right now. First, I'm afraid I may be becoming overly obsessive about keeping the house clean. Second, I'm afraid there's going to be a very, tall, shall we say slender, gentleman wearing a black suit around every single corner, and this terrifies me.
When we were starting out, Clinton told me that he wanted the apartment to be so clean that people thought girls lived here. As of recent, getting him to clean feels like pulling teeth. He readily admits that he was not raised in the most tidy of environments, and he uses this as a reason not to clean. He simply doesn't think it's dirty. There are three things in particular where we clash; dishes, the living room, and board games. He has a habit of leaving dishes around and forgetting about them. When he does "clean" them, he typically just leaves them in the sink to soak. I will preemptively admit that I now understand some of why living with Dad and I drives Mum up the wall. As with various dishes, he also tends to leave generally everything laying around the living room, and sees nothing wrong with this, saying that we can live there just fine. This honestly bothers me, because I can't seem to come up with an argument that counters this. Yes we can live there, but it's not the same as having a genuinely clean place to be. This also ties in to his view on board games. Clinton is obsessed over board and card games. To this end, he wants all his games immediately accessible at all times, and as such refuses to put them away in a closet. I have made a compromise with him, and we keep them in boxes behind the back door. There is room here and they are out of the way, which is acceptable. Last night, however, Thor's parents were over, and Clinton dragged the games out, and never put them back.
But that's mostly just backstory. All this bothers me, and it's going to be an ongoing battle/compromise, but I only told you that to tell you this. I'm wondering if I should relax my push to keep the house perfectly tidy and just let things slide a bit. Clinton is right in that we're not doing THAT badly, and I'm afraid that if we DID clean to the degree that I'd like, there would be no time for anything else. I've erected a chore chart in the living room to keep track of what's been done and what needs to be done. This to the great amusement of Thor, Clinton, Clinton's girl friend, etc. I am the house mom, and Clinton has said on many occasions that they are humoring me. I'm just wondering how much is me being psychotic and obsessive, and how much is Clinton's low standards.
The second horror is Slender Man and Marble Hornets, which I will not speak about here. Suffice it to know that the internet has created what I consider to be a truly terrifying concept, and if you really like scary things, search for Marble Hornets on YouTube. As it is, I watched their videos last Friday, and even now I'm still checking over my shoulder and turning lights on unnecessarily.
The title of this post is literal. I have exactly two horrors in my life that I'm dealing with right now. First, I'm afraid I may be becoming overly obsessive about keeping the house clean. Second, I'm afraid there's going to be a very, tall, shall we say slender, gentleman wearing a black suit around every single corner, and this terrifies me.
When we were starting out, Clinton told me that he wanted the apartment to be so clean that people thought girls lived here. As of recent, getting him to clean feels like pulling teeth. He readily admits that he was not raised in the most tidy of environments, and he uses this as a reason not to clean. He simply doesn't think it's dirty. There are three things in particular where we clash; dishes, the living room, and board games. He has a habit of leaving dishes around and forgetting about them. When he does "clean" them, he typically just leaves them in the sink to soak. I will preemptively admit that I now understand some of why living with Dad and I drives Mum up the wall. As with various dishes, he also tends to leave generally everything laying around the living room, and sees nothing wrong with this, saying that we can live there just fine. This honestly bothers me, because I can't seem to come up with an argument that counters this. Yes we can live there, but it's not the same as having a genuinely clean place to be. This also ties in to his view on board games. Clinton is obsessed over board and card games. To this end, he wants all his games immediately accessible at all times, and as such refuses to put them away in a closet. I have made a compromise with him, and we keep them in boxes behind the back door. There is room here and they are out of the way, which is acceptable. Last night, however, Thor's parents were over, and Clinton dragged the games out, and never put them back.
But that's mostly just backstory. All this bothers me, and it's going to be an ongoing battle/compromise, but I only told you that to tell you this. I'm wondering if I should relax my push to keep the house perfectly tidy and just let things slide a bit. Clinton is right in that we're not doing THAT badly, and I'm afraid that if we DID clean to the degree that I'd like, there would be no time for anything else. I've erected a chore chart in the living room to keep track of what's been done and what needs to be done. This to the great amusement of Thor, Clinton, Clinton's girl friend, etc. I am the house mom, and Clinton has said on many occasions that they are humoring me. I'm just wondering how much is me being psychotic and obsessive, and how much is Clinton's low standards.
The second horror is Slender Man and Marble Hornets, which I will not speak about here. Suffice it to know that the internet has created what I consider to be a truly terrifying concept, and if you really like scary things, search for Marble Hornets on YouTube. As it is, I watched their videos last Friday, and even now I'm still checking over my shoulder and turning lights on unnecessarily.
Friday, September 3, 2010
On the Ball
There is a water jug in the parking lot outside my apartment. A full one. The kind you put in the top of those things that dispense water where all your co-workers hang out to talk. It has been there for the past two weeks. I'm hoping it'll stay there during winter so we can see what happens when it freezes.
On the ball is not exactly how I would describe myself right now. I'm still getting used to living in the apartment. I'm still getting used to school (especially having to hike over several bloody big hills to get from the apartment to class). The real problem is really a combination of the two. That and the fact that my schedule and Cole's rarely sync up so we can work together. Let me explain.
As I have ranted about before, it takes a really long time to get from campus to the apartment. In order to alleviate this, I've been trying to minimize the times I need to make this trip each day by packing all the text books I need into my dutiful backpack before I go. This makes for an extremely heavy (and bulky) load, but it seems necessary.
I also pack myself a lunch, but come dinner, I need to head back. Dinner is currently on an "every man for himself" basis, Clinton and I are trying to change this, but so far that's the way it goes. This means, that I have to invest a considerable amount of time at home.
Meanwhile, Cole and I have not been working together. I've found I am far more productive with him around. Not necessarily looking over my shoulder, just around. In contrast, I find I cannot work at the apartment, because nobody else does. They might disagree with me, but I can only speak for my experiences, and I rarely see either of my roomies working there. Sometimes they will be in their rooms, doing whatever, but often they will be doing something in the living room, and inevitably I will get sucked into it as well.
Because of this environment, I have gotten far less work done than I would have liked. I have been far less prepared for classes than I would have liked, and while I could tell horrible stories about my first Chem lab, on this subject, I will not.
Keeping on top of things is a continual struggle, and honestly I'm not doing that badly, but I do have a ways to go until I am satisfied.
On the ball is not exactly how I would describe myself right now. I'm still getting used to living in the apartment. I'm still getting used to school (especially having to hike over several bloody big hills to get from the apartment to class). The real problem is really a combination of the two. That and the fact that my schedule and Cole's rarely sync up so we can work together. Let me explain.
As I have ranted about before, it takes a really long time to get from campus to the apartment. In order to alleviate this, I've been trying to minimize the times I need to make this trip each day by packing all the text books I need into my dutiful backpack before I go. This makes for an extremely heavy (and bulky) load, but it seems necessary.
I also pack myself a lunch, but come dinner, I need to head back. Dinner is currently on an "every man for himself" basis, Clinton and I are trying to change this, but so far that's the way it goes. This means, that I have to invest a considerable amount of time at home.
Meanwhile, Cole and I have not been working together. I've found I am far more productive with him around. Not necessarily looking over my shoulder, just around. In contrast, I find I cannot work at the apartment, because nobody else does. They might disagree with me, but I can only speak for my experiences, and I rarely see either of my roomies working there. Sometimes they will be in their rooms, doing whatever, but often they will be doing something in the living room, and inevitably I will get sucked into it as well.
Because of this environment, I have gotten far less work done than I would have liked. I have been far less prepared for classes than I would have liked, and while I could tell horrible stories about my first Chem lab, on this subject, I will not.
Keeping on top of things is a continual struggle, and honestly I'm not doing that badly, but I do have a ways to go until I am satisfied.
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