Jan. 31st, 2003

I just ate sushi bought yesterday. The package said to eat same day. Hooray! I'm going to die now!

I just worked out my schedule for this next semester and determined that I'm going to be working only about 7 hours a week for most of it. This makes me unhappy. Less moneys. Need moneys. Argh. Stupid classes that're like five hours of actual time but still only give three hours of credit. Stupid school for requiring me to take two of these in the same semester. Stupid universe.

CSUF sent me an application for a scholarship for poor compsci/engineering/math majors. Intriguing idea for if other options for nextyear schooling fall through. It would cover most if not all of my expenses if I snagged it, and carries most of the same bennies as the President's Scholarship (minus my favorite, priority registration, but that's a given). However, I have little if any chance of getting it. Why? Because it requires a faculty recommendation. One of my bosses at work is faculty, and he's seen me enough to get an opinion of my work habits, and that opinion is very favorable -- but he hasn't got an opinion on my work in the academic realm, and that's what I need. Le sigh. This is what I get for being teh suck and taking a semester of classes where I'm anonymous and hide-in-the-back-of-the-class-y -- I now need a rec and am left with the unpleasant prospect of going back to instructors I haven't spoken to since the last day of class last year, and asking them to do me favors, and hoping they remember who I am. I hate asking people for favors, unless they're people I know very very well and who I know I can easily pay back someday. This goes DOUBLE for authority figures. I don't deserve favors, I'm well aware of it, and yet I get stuck in the position of needing to ask. Bah, I say. Bah.

La la la. Late to work. Again. But since I'm working an hour later than usual, I have no particular qualms about coming in an hour later than usual. If they don't like it, tough -- they never told me to set down a schedule for intersession, and they can't do a single thing about me being late for my own mentally-pegged schedule. Neener on them. Neener-neener, even.

Sometimes (always), I wonder why people seem to like me so much. There is really nothing about me that warrants such. I can understand casual friendships, sure, because I can be amusing sometimes, and am generally nice to the people I like, and overall try to be pleasant to be around (if only because that way maybe everyone won't run away and leave me all alone again). But any reaction in others beyond "oh, yeah, Jenny, she's okay" just baffles me. There is nothing special or exceptional or lovable about me. At all. I live with myself 24/7, I should know.

Now to watch anime afore leaving for torture.
napoleonherself: (boing!)
I now have a DVD player. I am one with the DVD Collective. I have left VHSland behind. Whee.

I also have some DVDs. NOT ENOUGH; WANT MORE; NEED MONEY

It's a hundred-buck Sony model, missing quite a few of the fancier touches, but looks to be a very good entry-level player, which is what I want. Our TV was old and crappy when we moved here in 1999, and has not gotten any better or higher-quality with age; progressive scan can bite me. Had to go out and buy a $30 RF modulator so the thing would actually PLAY NICE with the TV, but it works now. Yay. Pretty shiny DVD niftiness!

DVDs I got: Key the Metal Idol, volume 1; shiny version of Grave of the Fireflies, and the Clerks cartoon series. GotF is seriously one of the best movies ever, people. Buy copies. Buy copies now. SO SHINY

Things I carried around for a bit but in the end put back: some Twilight Zone (found at other end of store box sets that would be cheaper than buying volume by volume even if the individual volumes were on supersale), The Usual Suspects (put back at the very end, not enough money on hand to buy) and first season of M*A*S*H (would by itself eat up about half the money I had on hand). That last I need to buy soonish. Ish because I shouldn't buy any DVDs with my next paycheck. I already need to pay Becky back for the RF modulator that she bought because I didn't have cash on me anymore, and to pay mom back for the Chobits I pre-ordered.

Of course, now that I've spent all my cash I find that Yami no Matsuei is already coming out. I just didn't know before because they're not calling it Yami no Matsuei, they're calling it Descendants of Darkness. OH HOW I WANT IT, NO MONEY LEFT

So if anyone wants to get me a really early birthday present, here. I think that link properly goes to my Amazon wishlist. It currently has three things on it: two volumes of YnM, and a CD that I put on it back in 2000 that I leave on because it amuses me to do so. Anyone who loves me and has 30 bucks to waste, please, please buy me first volume of YnM/Descendants of Darkness. Everyone else, ignore this paragraph. I do not ask for shinies from people who would find it hard to provide them.

Now, all I have to do is figure out why on earth I'm here posting instead of in living room watching my new shinies.

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