Driveby411's Occasional Moment of Genius

It finally happened, I wrote a fanfiction again for the first time in over a year! Here it is!

Title: "A Heart That Wouldn’t Quit”

Fandom: X-Men: Evolution

Characters: Kitty, Lance, Ororo Munroe

Word Count: 2215

Rating: PG, one curse word, emotional meltdown

Summary: Lance breaks up with Kitty for good, forever, because he can’t stop loving her.

 

 

I have now been to all of my classes, and have come up with more that stood out to me about them:

1. On MWF, I have all my classes in rooms I've been in before. Only one of those classes was expected/on purpose. The one my statistics is in I had a budgeting class in last year, and the other room I had Spanish in last semester and have a different Spanish in it now. TR schedule is entirely new rooms- hence my lecture hall reaction in Part 1.

2. Mom says I'm too good for a dry erase board held together with tape. She told me to go get a new one. The beginning of this conversation had been me mentioning thumbtacks. You know where the randomness came from now.

3. Little asian men who teach math- I literally cannot hear this guy speak. He mumbles at the board, and lapses into silence, and when he talks it's too quiet for me to be able to hear with my HEARING PROBLEMS. Another reason the Man wants me to fork over several hundred dollars I don't have on hearing aides I don't entirely need yet. I'm not going to do it. So instead of paying attention to him talking about how to do chapter 1's homework, I did chapter 1's homework. He has an extremely strong accent that garbles his English almost beyond comprehension, for example: "confis"= "confidence", "infens"= "inference"

4. Google had a server problem- that was weird. I was trying to remember what my first hostel in London was last summer, and I had to retry several times over a few minutes before it worked again. I felt really lost and askew. I didn't find it either.

5. Obama's housecleaning methods- Interesting. Day 1 is entirely internal stuff, putting holds on salaries and policies on lobbying. I actually am very intrigued by this. It's going to be a lot harder to be corrupt soon. What will our politicians do with themselves after that happens? They may have to form their own constructive ideas on our issues instead of repeating whatever the highest payer says. Is this the downfall of capitalism? I will be keeping an eye on this over the next several years.

6. Showing Ryan, my very politically aware, CNN-watching, doomsday-pronouncing friend, the Reagan Oracle theory from Dana Carvey's "Squatting Monkeys Tell No Lies" show last year, which is my top favorite comedy performance after Jeff Dunham's "Spark of Insanity". I love Reagan Oracle. He does now too. We then proceeded to watch Ross Perot youtube clips from 1992 and made fun of his voice.

That concludes my "Impressions" miniseries. Tune in later for more!

What a crazy semester. Decent enough, just crazy as sin in multiple ways. For the sake of something to do (and to kill the hour until my CJ final presentation), I’m going to do a month-by-month playback. You don’t have to read it, but since I’m going through all the effort of writing you might as well.

August- Yikes. Where was I going to live? We came very close to getting me an apartment, especially since they took my single in Santa Clara and turned it into a double in Santa Ana a week and a half before school started, causing me to unpack literally half of my belongings and leave them behind. Again. But Daniel got a car (that is still having problems despite the Fayetteville Auto Park’s so-called “pre-owned car Inspection”), so I didn’t get an apartment under the assumption that I’d just move off campus in December. Also in August I had the bad scheduling from Hell, in which I inadvertently screwed myself over and had to change three of my classes to three different ones. Yay yellow carding! The third (or first) thing was my scholarship problem, in which my grade for freshman year totaled a 2.8 and my scholarship was revoked, appealed, and re-granted over the three weeks prior to school starting.

September- School, homework, the discovery that I would have had to literally pay over $1000 to leave campus over Christmas break, which meant I was stuck in the dorms, roommated, for at least four extra months. Amusing stories of how Daniel’s car wasn’t working very well.

October- Midterms, half of which I was okay with the grades of, the other half of which I didn’t technically fail but definitely are not bragging-worthy. Fall break, in which I visit Emily and watch two days flash by in about 20 minutes. I make the 50-mile drive from Santa Fe to Albuquerque in an hour and fifteen minutes, which is an average speed of 66 miles per hour (that was the parts in Santa Fe and Albuquerque. I averaged 85 on the highways. I FLEW. A sudden increase of homework.

November- I died in November. The homework took over my life, and I ran out of dining dollars. Went home for Thanksgiving, didn’t sleep much, ate too much. It balances out. Returned in school and promptly hit several academic roadblocks.

December- Very crazed beginning, but settling down now that I’m hitting finals rather than homework. I have two today that will be over relatively quickly, and then I have a presentation on Friday, a test on Tuesday, and a test on Thursday. I go home next Thursday as well, and will remain there until the spring when I return to school and hopefully get that job at Staples.

Not sure why I'm so bad at updating this blog. I think it goes back to the whole nobody-reads-it thing. Oh well. Nearly everything I post I do so in several locations. Anyway. This school year:

New bike, finally, yesterday. Purple Trek 820. Piece of heaven. $80 u-lock so no cholo friggin' steals it like my last bike.
Lots of writing- two Spanish classes, an English class, a communications class (and much, much more!) so my 'school' folder looks like it has elephantitis.
Lots of deviantart action- go look: www.deviantart.com/~helloparadise or something like that.
Very little personal relaxation time.
Thanksgiving coming up- 3 1/2 weeks!
Christmas coming up- 1.5 months or so!
Have essays and tests on a monthly basis this semester, so constantly working/studying for something or other. Used first whole pack of index cards, only have two more.
Etc.

I just realized I could probably go do my laundry without much laundry-room washer availability throwdowns, so I'm off again. See ya.

Title: The Purging of the Red, Part 2

Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: X23, Jean, mansion females

Prompt: # , Red
Word Count:
Rating:  G
Summary: The girls get tired of Jean lording her naturally luscious red hair over them.

 

 

( Red Part 2 )

 

Title: The Purging of the Red, Part 3

Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: X23, Jean, mansion females

Prompt: # , Red
Word Count:
Rating:  G
Summary: The girls get tired of Jean lording her naturally luscious red hair over them.

  

( Red Part 3 )

Title: The Purging of the Red, Part 4

Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: X23, Jean, mansion females

Prompt: # , Red
Word Count:
Rating:  G
Summary: The girls get tired of Jean lording her naturally luscious red hair over them.

 

 

( Red part 4 )

Title: How Will It End?

Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: X23

Prompt: #3, Ends
Word Count: 403
Rating:  PG- talk of death
Summary: How will the X-Men end?

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( #3 Ends )

 

Title: The Purging of the Red

Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: X23, Jean, mansion females

Prompt: # , Red
Word Count:
Rating:  G
Summary: The girls get tired of Jean lording her naturally luscious red hair over them.

 

( Red )

Title: Broken

Fandom: X-Men: Evolution
Characters: X23, Bobby, Sam, Amara, Logan
Prompt: #71, Broken
Word Count: 1717
Rating:  G
Summary: Amara’s most cherished stuffed animal gets broken and abandoned, and Laura saves it.

 

 

( #71 Broken )

So...hi. I'm not so inclined to update a journal nobody reads. Sorry. However I'm taking a digestion break from the action-packed book I'm reading and nothing's really happening on facebook or deviantart. Watching tv, playing online. May crochet in a bit. I only have threeish feet of my scarf left, that'll only take about two hours. I shall keep reading, of course. Harry Dresden calls for me. Watching 'Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' right now, but may abuse my netflix subscription later like I did last night, staying up until 2 a.m. watching movies online.

Watched 'The Avengers"- not based off the Marvel comics, dont' be fooled, but more of a British-espionage movie with bad fake accents, redhead Uma Thurman, and semi-young Sean Connery IN A KILT! And then I watched the Hellboy animated movie, which was pretty decent. I've matured or something enough that I associate animation with more children-oriented things, but Hellboy isn't what I would consider 100% child-oriented. That kept throwing me off. I liked Randal the psychic and Abe's life-saving underwater oxygen burps.

Also, on actual DVDs yesterday, I watched Spaceballs and Meet Bill. Did you ever notice in Spaceballs the sheer amount of merchandising that occurs- aside from that scene about it? There's Spaceballs: The Placemat, Spaceballs: The Sheet, all the movies on  Dark Helmet's movie shelf are Mel Brooks movies. Perhaps that's why I'm such a fan, I love that kind of tongue-in-cheekage.

It's been awhile. I know. I've been busy, what with the whole $16,000 in tuition a year I feel like I should pay attention in class and whatnot.
I've also started up a sporadic comic. Here's what I have:
( FLW- Literary Patriotism )( FLW- Splat Bug )</div>

( FLW- Free Love )
I've also gotten really good grades on several assignments. I'll try to remember to update this more. I haven't forgotten about it at any point, but the will to update escapes me when I'm occupied with life, such as my treasuring duties for the Hobbit Society (I AM a geek. Eat me.), and 16 hours of classes.( FLW- Splat Bug )
Lucy's arachnophobia strikes.

Wes and Mendel have this problem a lot. Wes put the peanut butter on the top shelf like that on purpose.

Wes, again, with Lucy (the blonde), and two as of yet unnamed characters.

Everything is going right! I'm very ready for school to start tomorrow, getting stir crazy. Slamming me with homework will help pass my leisure time quite nicely. 

Moving in went really well. I beat my roomate, which means I got to pick which desk/closet/bed combination I wanted (the bed in the corner, the desk next to the closet. Most of the people I've seen who've moved in have picked roughly the same combo). This year's roommate is looking to be much more promising than last year's...that was nightmarish. And I have more fun stuff this year because Dad was on my WalMart trip instead of my mom, who's much more sensible. Dad's fun. He was like, "You're only getting four boxes of Mac n' cheese? Come on...chicken....get six. I dare you."

So I did. I have six boxes of macaroni and cheese, but since I'm still locked out of my fridge (whoever invented fridges with keys should have thrown duct tape into the box too so instead of losing the keys I would have taped them to the fridge), there is no milk or butter to make them with.

Speaking of food, LaPo is doing this 'health' thing that is going to clash with me all semester long. There's no dessert bar! I'm happy because between that, walking everywhere, and the weight training class I'll lose a bit of weight, but I'm irritated because this just means I snack that much more late at night when the hunger pangs start up. I lose.

Been busy trying to figure out this stupid new dorm. It took me four days  to find the trash vent thing. Still haven't found the laundry, but I'm told it does exist. I asked a few people but haven't gotten responses yet, so my laundry continues to just sit there, silently reeking. I wanted to do it today but that's probably not going to happen now.

Instead of laundry, I'm going to watch Indiana Jones 4 on Johnson Field. Yay Freshman Family Day, especially when you're not a freshman! Yay sophomoritude! Yay for my upcoming sophiority, as I continue to be a semester ahead! I'm going to be a senior for three semesters, that'll be fun.

Somehow I wasn't paying attention.

This is me procrastinating yet some more... they took my scholarship away less than two weeks before the first tuition payment is due. NOT. COOL. So I'm fairly desperately writing the petition letter to appeal that and make them give it back. It's not life or death but it's still pretty important to have money. Something about affording to eat....

I'm extremely unmotivated. I'm only interested in sleeping and playing Sims (my character just had a baby). I guess I'll keep doing that. Just wanted to let someone somewhere know I was alive.

Why yes, this is two entries in one morning. Bite it. I like writing in public, it makes me feel like I'm doing something productive, instead of being at home actually doing productive things, such as, oh, getting the house in decent shape so Mom doesn't rupture something in rage when she gets home late tonight from her week-long trip in San Diego. She was hanging with Dad. Today's her birthday. Happy 28th (43rd) birthday, Mom! You're still young, most of the people I know my age have parents in their fifties! Why no, I still haven't bought you a present! Why do you ask?

I don't have too much to do, nothing I can't do in a fit of unfiltered panic an hour before her flight lands. Vaccuum, pick up and put away all the crap laying around, water plants, dust things, clean out the fridge, put more drinks in there. Easy (because I had a similar panicked cleaning spree yesterday and now know how long it should take). 

It's been a nice week, being with family's fun but not living with them as much anymore, not now that I've tasted freedom in the form of college and developed contradicting habits from those of my mom in the categories of what constitutes as a dirty bowl, how long food is really good for, and whether or not the clothes in the floor are actually dirty, clean, or worn but odorless so they're still good for another day. And the dog....my sweet dog...has woken me up by 8 at the absolute latest every morning for the last seven days....usually around 6:45 or 7 a.m. We took our final walk together this morning at 7 a.m. I didn't even change out of my pajamas, I just put on pants and flipflops and we went like that.

I'm tired of constantly cleaning things, I don't roll that way. I like being able to just do a cleaning spree Sunday evening and be done. It works in a dorm room, since the rooms are only about 11' by 11' or so, but in my parents' house that's a lot harder, as it has four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and seven other rooms.  Can't clean that in a day, let alone a couple hours. It throws off my groove. No likey.

So my friends are starting to pine for freedom as well, which is fun because that means they're starting to move away from home. Aimee got a house in Albuquerque and even though she'll see her family a lot, that's how she rolls. It's not the house she lived in pre-college OR a dorm, so it counts. Emily's getting an apartment on or near her campus this year, since she's sick of living at home and didn't enjoy the dorm thing. Ryan's doing the same. Jessica (finally, a high school friend) is moving out for familial, financial, and convenience reasons. She's actively looking for an apartment, and the way it's going she may have one before I have to leave to go back to college in three weeks (even though school doesn't start until Aug. 25th.). She's a messy girl, so I'm going to have to lock her out or have someone distract her while I clean it really well for her first. I feel bad for whoever's living with her. If they're a neat freak she's going to absolutely drive them up the wall. (That's why she's making sure it's HER name on the lease, not theirs)

I'm actually moving officially to New Mexico next summer, so this year will be spent trying to find apartments and prices and whatnot and taking looks around. Definately getting a studio or loft so it's just me, because my parents have said they'll at least help pay my rent as long as I have a job of some kind.

There, that's a nice long entry. Good enough for now. So talk to you later.

It's sad how bored I am. I'm having a problem with injuring myself, and I've noticed in my state of semi-chair rest that I don't really injure myself at college, but when I'm home it's like I'm having issues with myself and MUST MAIM. Current injury began a few days ago. Caught my pinky toe on one of the base legs of my dad's home gym from Hell, it went 'crack!' and turned purple and immediately swelled (swole?) up. Then today, I did it again. Same toe. The bruising has extended up onto the top of my foot, and my toe is roughly the color of a grape.

Home alone for awhile (minus the dog and my brother) while the parents are in San Diego doing parental things. The dog woke me up at 6 and informed me that I was going to take her on her walk- which I did, while listening to Donna Summer on my mp3 player-, and I have not napped. Tomorrow the dog is not my problem but is my brother's. I'm not going for another walk at sunrise. Exercise isn't that great with a busted toe. Blech.

For now, that's fine.

So what's up with me these days? Well, I'm extremely busy watching movies, listening to music, sleeping, eating, and debating (arguing and losing) with Mom how much gas I should and shouldn't be using. Two days ago I tripped over one of the legs of my dad's home gym monster and may have broken a toe. It is still swollen and the bruise is just starting to come up, and I put ice on it to keep the pain down. Not going to a doctor though (for that at least- see past entries on ear problem) because doctors cost gas and money. Not interested in that. Plus, what can you do for a toe anyway? They'd tell me to keep off it and do ice, which is sort of what I'm doing. The ice, at least. Whenever I can. The freezer broke, so I have to go to the little freezer in the garage for the tiny ice trays.

Watching "The Wiz" right now. Micheal Jackson is black in it. Huge fan of his pre-self-mutilation self. I never saw all of The Wiz, so I figured while I'm laying here being maimed would be a good time to watch it, and then I have about nine episodes of Doctor Who TiVo'd to watch. I love Doctor Who. Rose is my favorite, but Donna's pretty cool. Not that into Martha. Not sure why. What I don't love is how the TiVo/tv stations never show the second half of the two-part episodes back to back. I tend to go long amounts of times between the first parts and the conclusions.

Sing, Micheal, sing. 

Ew, Toto's a snautzer. Gross. I hate snautzers. Childhood issues.

 
Fabulous new ID picture I took and photoshopped. Just wanted to share.

Kind of.

I went to a bar in the middle of the night and had whisky and mushrooms with a strange sauce (not together. seperate items) at that bar I like relatively nearby. It was delicious. I had already had dinner but there was this huge party group at the table next to me that had tons of food and it smelled so good, so I had a second dinner.

Managed to get more or less packed in only a few hours. It's going to be iffy, but possible, to get everything I really wanted in the suitcase or backpack or large laptop bag I bought for the trip home. May be able to fit a few of the things I was going to have to leave, such as my shampoo. I won't have toothpaste because I judged it perfectly and I should run out by Tuesday. Things like that that show both my genius and my extreme stupidity at the same time.

Napped, woke up, ate a strange concoction of rice and mixed veggies and other things I didn't recognize that I threw together, debated another nap, read a book, laid there on my bed in the heat staring at the ceiling, decided to go get ice cream and walk around. I did. Tiramisu this time. Will someone tell me what tiramisu is. I just looked at the flavors, I couldn't/didn't care to understand the descriptions. It was very good, even the bits I didn't recognize.

Walked around a lot, took photos, found that Burger King someone had referenced to a few weeks ago. I must tell you about this Burger King (they had air conditioning. I went inside)- and it shall take two words to explain what made me realize I was in a strange country even more than the roadways, pedestrian safety methods alongside construction sites (try not to inhale the crap and watch out for falling things), and men hitting on me: marble pillars. In a Burger King. I was stunned. I took a picture.

Came back to the apartment and am uploading my pictures. I bought a fan earlier- the wooden handheld kind, battery-free and environment-friendly, plus painted prettily- and it is my new best friend. It can come with me to Starbucks on Tuesday (though it'll look stupid, don't need a fan to cool me when it's only 60 or so outside. Cold in London).

Speaking of cafeine deprivation, they just opened a coffee shop this weekend about three storefronts down from my apartment. May go over there on Monday and see how it is/spend my last Euros. If they do frozen coffee I'll pee myself.

Done souvenir shopping, mostly done packing, did the hardest cleaning already, all I need to do for the rest of this weekend is study some for my Islam final Monday night and finish packing/sweep one last time Monday. Even my phone is charged (damn thing still works).

Response to Jessica´s comment since she doesn´t have one of these:
Yes, I have, but the postage would be insane. Easier just to pack it all very tightly. Plus I have no boxes.

Anyway.

This is how I waste time in the hour before my second final (last for today, thank goodness) when it´s 100 outside and the apartment has no air conditioning. I go to school way early and use the public computers on the third floor, because they´re free, there´s a decent breeze, and the air condition a)exists and b)is turned on. It´s not very helpful, it´s still probably 70 or 80 up here, but at least there´s a nice view.

Very ready to go, mentally. I want to go home for awhile and hang around doing nothing (except, of course, the list of things Mom has for me) and hang out with long-lost friends. Perhaps go swimming. Plus Angie discovered I stole some of her laundry detergent and is sore about that (problem solved: I´m buying some after my test when the stores re-open and giving it to her as a thank you for letting me live here/sorry for being weird/sorry for stealing your stuff kind of present), so she´s a little sore (plus the first of the month is very expensive and soon). 

There´s a new girl in the other room Angie rents out. I scared the crap out of her while studying yesterday. It was pretty funny. She wasn´t expecting to see me. And then I actually did something social and watched the first fifteen or so minutes of ´The Hot Chick´with Angie and some of her friends (instead of the Spain/Russia game like I wanted to), and I was very glad when I could leave and go to class. That movie, or at least the part I saw, sucked. Acting, the way the plot was laid out, the music (dies from uber-pop homicide)...I ´might have been able to finish it, but I´m pretty sure I don´t want to. Ever.

I have no clue what I´m going to do this weekend- aside from sweep, mop, dust, and pack. That´ll only take a few hours (with breaks, due to heat). I thought about finding a movie theater, I thought about going to a beach. Dunno. Sunday´s the Spain/Alemania game for the FINALS, so that´s planned. But aside from that, no idea. Did the main touristy things for Granada, don´t want to leave town since I´ll be doing that Tuesday. Doing the walk-around and taking photos of stuff will only take a little while, definately not even half a day, plus it´ll be scorching hot so I´d rather do things that involve places with breezes or air conditioning.

Finals are going well, so far. I´ve had one out of three and left feeling moderately good about it. Definately feel like I passed it. But then, 5 out of 10 is passing in the Spanish grading system, so for me to not feel like I passed means I really didn´t learn much. Got another final in half an hour (4p.m. Granada time, 9a.m. Arkansas time), and I feel very not ready for that one, so 5 out of 10 would be wonderful. This is the grammar class. I wasn´t aware how bad I suck at Spanish grammar until I came here. I feel more confidant, but it´s taken a lot more effort than it should have to cram this knowledge in my head and I´m still having problems with irregulars. Blech.

Why couldn´t I have been raised in a multi-lingual family? Then I´d already know all this naturally. Oh well.

Going away before I find anything else to say. Home countdown: 4 days until I leave, 5 until I arrive. Pêaceóut (love international keyboards, so fun)