Urf.

I think the neighbors have it in for me.

Last night I got to bed about midnight... just drifting off to sleep... and what hapens at about 12:30? That's right. Two of them come outside and have a nice... long... LOUD... conversation. Over the sound of a car motor, no less. A revving car motor.

At 12:30 at night. Right outside my open-'cause-it's-hot bedroom window.

Yes. Thank you.

Then at 5:00, one of them came out and started whistling -- sort of the same way you'd call a dog, except I don't think they have a dog. They used to have a bird, but I haven't heard it lately... maybe it died, or maybe they've just started keeping the sheet over it 24/7. Anyway. 5:00 in the morning. Whistling, four loud, piercing notes, then silence for about a minute, two minutes... I'm drifting off to sleep again... again with the whistling. Jerks me back awake. Silence... start drifting off again... and AGAIN with the whistling a minute or so later. By that point it was impossible for me to go back to sleep -- I'd wake myself back up, expecting that sound again.

Whistling hurts my ears, you see. A near-physical pain. It used to be any whistling at all when I was a kid, but thankly I have adjusted -- do you know how hard it is to survive in this world when the merest bit of whistling makes your eyes water? It's a challenging social conundrum, to say the least. My dad used to do it on purpose just because he knew it bothered me. I've mostly adjusted by now, but sometimes someone will do it in just the right way and there I go again, holding my ears and wincing.

So anyway. I got about five hours of sleep last night, and about two hours of fitful drifting that didn't do me one bit of good.

Did I mention I have a test today? Yes.

Nevertheless, I'm happy. Today is a yay day, all exhaustedness and testness aside. *draws a little heart in the air with her index fingers*

I love this song. Love the album version too, but this one has slightly different lyrics, and they speak to me more.

Hmm. Breakfast.

*ponders at this bit of spam*

Content-Type: audio/x-wav;
	name=SRC.scr
Content-Transfer-Encoding: base64
Content-ID: <QDh8b6r03Jc3>

Audio with an extension of .scr. From someone I don't even know. Uh huh. Sure. Hey, Spaaaaamcop...

I love testing fast

Time my psych class starts: noon
Time done with test and walking out of the room: 12:03

Of course, I think I started at two till by my watch, so hey.

Before class started, this guy who I had theater class with last semester came over and struck up conversation. I noticed it seemed rather forced; I was right. "So, I saw [person from the theater class] the other day, and [other person from the theater class], and... by the way, can I borrow a pencil? ...see how smooth I segued there?" I was amused. He was using me for my nerdy skillz, but at least he was honest about it. I told him he could give it back on Wednesday 'cause I test fast. And then I proved that by finishing the test in under five minutes. I probably aced it, too. Aww yeah.

In polisci, the instructor asked a question which nobody answered. So he then started going down the roll sheet, calling people and asking them if they'd read the assigned reading. By the time he got to me (I was about seventh to last) there were eight or ten "no"s, one "yeah, but it was a while ago" and one "only the first two pages and I was mostly asleep at the time." My answer? "Yes." He asked me a question and I slam-dunked it. Then he asked another question where I didn't know what he was asking, and said so. He asked another question phrased the same way. Needless to say I still didn't know what he was asking. And said so. He moved on.

Out of about 15 students, exactly two of us were able to answer questions about the text.

Oh, and stuff in sociology happened too.

Didn't I tell you that today was gonna be a great day?

stolen from romi

http://www.allianceformarriage.org/reports/fma/amendment.htm

Holy spoony crap.

Just... no, okay? No. What part of "equal" do you bigoted BASTARDS not understand?

Stupid California, being the trendsetter with its "Protect Marriage" amendment... yeah, you sure do need to protect marriage against people who wish they could have the same bloody right to it that you do!

*fumes*

Hmm...

I CAN'T use this $25 cert for free stamps from Kenmore (yeah, I collect stamps, or rather I used to when there was more money available), but I CAN get $20 or $30 worth of CDs from Columbia House.

My mom is weird.

pURoof that iambliss and I need to be shot

First read http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?itemid=24053781&thread=31986244#t31986244

Then read http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=napoleonherself&itemid=321690&thread=5234#t5234

See? We need to be shot.

...pUReferably befoURe we stURike again...

Note to self:

KEEP YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH SHUT.

Or your fingers. Whatever.