I bit the bullet and got myself a DA account. Right now, all that's up there is a bit of profile information and a picture of cheese that will most likely head for Scraps once I upload something more substantial, but the account's there, if anybody's interested in giving it a look. Although why you'd want to look at a piece of cheese is beyond me. You can't even comment on it; I disabled them, and will probably do so for the rest of my uploads to the site, just because. But, hey, if you like cheese, who am I to stop you?

Right here: EmmanuelRavelli. Named after Chico Marx's character from Animal Crackers.

Also: I would have had the day off, anyway, with or without this stupid ice stuff that's currently masquerading as snow. I love snow, I really do, but does it have to have such an illicit affair with icy rain?

And that's about all that this post is about. Good night... and God bless.

When my sister and I were younger, we collected up a decent amount of Manga (and at least a fair chunk of Anime). We're now in the middle of college, and we're well past the point in our lives when we actually still happen to like the stuff. We need the room, and more importantly, our wallets are crying bitter tears. So, we're downsizing our collection. We're getting rid of mostly everything, and we'd prefer to sell our books in such a way that we don't have to pay for shipping and handling.

If you or perhaps a friend of yours is interested in purchasing, you only have to ( click the LJ-Cut for more information! )

If you're not interested in purchasing Manga/Anime... uhh... happy belated Turkey Day!

Stolen from Kimli.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
6. Tag five people.

There are a number of ways to handle this: I like to utter a little involuntary yelp and run into the adjacent court. Sometimes your opponent's eyes will follow you in amazement and he won't even notice if his return was in, though, of course, it was. Since he can't prove it, yell "Out" and announce the score with another point in your favor. Then get off the court of the people next to you. Go back to the service line, fault, then serve up the topspin second serve again. When your opponent drives it deep down the line and runs to net like a Pamplona bull, get somewhere close to the ball if you can (within ten feet should be fine for this tactic), take a swing, and let go of the racket, making sure his head is in the path of its trajectory.

From Michael J. Nelson's Mind Over Matters

I tag whoever is interested enough in this to do it. But it can only be five people!

I'm home. I'm also sleeping on the couch for the second night in a row becuase there's too much crap on my bed. Whoot, moving in!

So, it's been calm and quiet, which I adore. I'm trying to get to sleep down here with I ave officially watched more TV in these past two days than I did in my entire Freshman year. It's pretty awesome. I should get to reading eventually, but for now, I'll just fall asleep to Boogie Nights. Oh, yeah.

So, Finals are finished. I'm really starting to realize more and more just how much this semester sucked. Academic Probation, here I come!

So, I'll be packing tomorrow. Tonight, I laze about and be silly and crazy and giddy and stuff. And absolutely swear off energy drinks. Never again will I touch another can of Sobe Energy Anything.

I can read again! (scoops up her copy of Gulliver's Travels and settles down)

Goddammit, ex-Mike, why do you have to almost ruin the name Mike for me?

I'm not going to post details on what's going down, since it isn't directly my business. But he's fucking with my Nugent roommate this time around, and ResLife is starting to get involved. This stuff just isn't right, ya?

I'm going to have to take that Physics II Final. Otherwise, I'm failing the course by three points. And I'm going to fail Calc II, whether or not I ace the Final. Chem II might be touch or go, and I still have a lot of homework to do in that course, so I'm going to be rather busy this week. I'm just hoping I'll be able to cut out on Saturday for my brother's birthday.

Oh, RPI. You never cease to amuse.

In completely unrelated news, I may want to stage manage a show next semester. I got some advice from Tony Lupis and Mike Schaaff as to where to go from there, so from here, it kind of depends on whether or not I can hack my workload. Because honestly, something tells me I won't be acting next year. (I'm looking at you, Zanna, Don't!)

It's been a long time since I've been so irrationally giddy. Despite the stress of the semester coming to a close and all that other crap, I'm a pretty happy camper right now. It's euphoric, almost.

Oh, well. Back to work.

Edit: Guess who sucks at test taking? Guess who bombed her Chem II exam just as bad as she did her Calc II exam? Oh, yeah. I probably really should be getting that "work" stuff done.

The day went fairly decently so far. Took a Chem II test which I might not have completely bombed. (Not like Calc II. Ugh, that one killed me.) The lecture today didn't require the use of LeClick, so I putzed around on my laptop the whole time, which was fun. And I managed to snag a free Rifftrax. That was pretty cool. I never, ever figured that knowing how many licks a wise old owl would take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop would win me a Rifftrax gift certificate. I'm using it to buy next week's: Casino Royale. Can't wait!

I also saw Sloan, like, twice. It was the par-for-the-course, "passing on the way to class" thing, but I saw him more today than I did this past month, just after I completely gave up on him. I don't know what to make of that. I'll probably forget about it shortly.

And I did that DNA thing. God, I wish I could take some things seriously.

Not much to write about in this one.

Except for, you know, getting completely trashed at the after party on Saturday, which I'm sure was one heck of a debacle. And how I have a test tomorrow in Chem II, so I probably shouldn't be writing this post anyway, but fuck it. And that I give up on Sloan, so I'm going to stop worrying about the bastard last week. And that City of Angels has songs that are sung by women that I love singing, which is weird because I normally just like singing the guy songs. And that I think Swift still hates me, and there is/was much rejoicing. And my breaking up playlist on Winamp ranges from My Chemical Romance to Weird Al, which is slightly bizarre.

Yep. Just a regular day in the neighborhood.

I have completed my Chem Lab section stuff. All I need to do is to complete my Post-Lab for lab 10 and I'll just have to worry about everything ELSE that goes on in this college! Whoo, no more lab! No more staying late because we didn't have any reagents or because of anal-retentive partners! I will miss Ryan, though. Ryan was awesome.

So, City of Angels. What I heard from the lobby was fantastic. I was just too busy being slept on by a rather large man who had taken advantage of the date. (By the way, happy belated 4/20.)

After party, whoo! I got slightly drunk tonight, which was needed after my deplorable Calc II thing. Things were wild without ever really getting absolutely wild. I'll just blame it all on Dave Love. Poor guy had it worse than I did this week, so he got hammered. And his hammered was a good sort of hammered, so I was thoroughly amused by him, drunk and sober. Oh, Dave Love, you never cease to amuse. So, yeah, fun to be had by all.

Scary coincidence here: I found out that Tony, our favorite next president of the Players, lived in Nugent 311 his Sophomore year. So now I'm absolutely amused. Sad part is that this was really the only reason I wanted to update my LJ. Aww yeah.

Wow. Just... wow. I thought I had Calc II in the bag. I guess not. I'm going to have to take it in the summer or something, because after a semester like this, there is no way I can pull my grade up. I mean, ouch. At least my other grades look decent enough (read as: passing), otherwise I'd really up SOL, and I'm not talking about a reference to MST3K here. I'm sunk. That's all there is to say.

In other news: I am never, EVER eating Union pizza again. Coincidentally(?), I am also not going to class today.

Edit: Yeah, coincidentally. I caught a stomach bug and will very likely be antisocial as I try to recover from it. It just so happens that Union pizza is disgusting.

I have a dorm for next year! I am moving from Crockett 311 to Nugent 311!... Yeah, not much of a jump if you ask me. One dorm to the next, same room number, blah blah blah. The difference is that Nugent sounds like nougat, so it's like I'm going from the rich, chocolately coating of the DCC and Walker Lab, AKA class, to the creamy nougat center of RPI that is my dorm room to get my homework... I need to stop. This doesn't make any sense and it's making me hungry.

I ended up getting there rather late. I was at Target with my Daddy buying groceries for muh dorm, and I looked at the clock and realized I had ten minutes to run from Target to RPI, get my groceries up to the dorm, grab my receipt, and run down to the Russell Sage Dining Hall, not to mention filling out all the paperwork once I get there. I got lucky (somehow) and found out that they were behing in calling the numbers. Cara called me up, delivered the info, and I was set. Somehow, by some divine act of God, I managed to do all of the above and JUST signed the bottom of the sheet saying "I agree to the listed terms" before they called all numbers below 215. And I was 212. Awesome timing, kid.

The people who wanted a room before us were a bit of a pain. They were a couple (BAD IDEA AHOY!) who wanted to get a room that was not open. Not closed, just not available for them. It took a little while for this to get sorted out, which resulted in the happy couple getting split up. Same floor, different rooms. Anyway, Cara and I jump in and manage to snag our first choice room. It was pretty sweet. Five minutes for one, five seconds for the other.

So, more Swift drama. I'm sure you're all getting sick of this, but there you go. Here we go. So Cara and I had been planning this stuff for a good while. E-mails, facebook, a phone call here and there. We were pretty much solid on where we wanted to be for next year. Then just last night, the very night before the lottery, Swift came up to Cara and said, "Yeah, we're going to get a room in Sharp, and you're our sixth roommate." She had not told Cara about any of this beforehand, not even a "Be warned, we might steal you for Sharp" ages ago. Just a sudden, "So, yeah, we want you for Sharp."

I got really, really lucky. Cara turned her down. So now Swift is mad at Cara for doing this, when it should be vice-versa. What can you do, though? She'll get mad at you for throwing a french fry at her, so naturally, you'll declare war on her for refusing to room with her. Oh, Swift. The world revolves around you, doesn't it? Insert joke about gravitational pull and Swift's weight here. In fact, since the world revolves around you, I think you merit your own LJ-Tag. Congratulations! And I think my roommate for next year is going to be pretty awesome.

Comment and I will:
1 - Tell you why I friended you. Tell you why I don't regret re-friending you. (Because I honestly don't friend anybody. They find me because I suck at being a ninja.)
2 - Associate you with a song/film.
3 - Tell a random fact about you.
4 - Tell a first memory about you.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic of yours [if it pertains].
8 - In retort, you must spread this disease in your LJ.

I wholly intend on being antisocial this week in order to pass my Calc II exam, preferably with flying colors. I'm studying for a couple of quiz retakes tomorrow in that same class, and I can only hope they go all right. I'm re-retaking one section I completely blanked out on. During the retake, I went up to the TA and asked if I could just throw the quiz away. I was so ashamed. Needless to say, I'm looking to know that subject cold tomorrow.

I have another meeting with my neurologist on May 13th. My headache hasn't gotten any better since the last visit, but I might have a little bit of information for him: the Topamax may have made it a little bit worse. There were some instances when I was out of my meds and was going without, and I felt fine, but my head's been feeling worse since I've been on the Topamax. I've actually had instances when my left eye has been hurting slightly (a warning sign of a migraine), and I've had to break into my Imitrex for once. That might not mean anything, but it's certainly worth bringing up.

Easter Sunday. It's awesome when your mother can't cook breakfast because your Easter basket is in the oven. I got some candy, as per usual, but I also gotsome rather shibby stuff, too. I got the movie and book I requested (Rear Window and 'Gulliver's Travels'), but they took it a step further and got me Vertigo and 'The Picture of Dorian Gray', as well. It was a Hitchcock and classic lit Easter for me, and I was very satisfied. The trip of Uncle Mark's was fun, as well, even if I had to cut out halfway through dinner because of my head. THANKS, NDPH. You're a real sweetheart.

Hey, if you drop a D from that name, you'll get Neil Patrick Harris's initials. Don't know if that means anything on my end, but what I've seen from the guy, I like, so I'll just chalk it up to a crazy coincidence.