More Procrastinating

Mysterious cut that appeared on my face overnight.
The Family in Lisa's big cozy therapy chair. (From Right) Ester, Nameless Parsley Seeds (rule: you don't get a name until you actually look like a plant), Amelia, Wyatt, Chugsworth (Back) Lester. Chugsworth isn't a plant. He's a duck. But I think he looks nice in the picture.

Internecine

That's the Merriam Webster word of the day. I thought it was a useful little word, but I know I'll forget it. Maybe putting it in a post on the blog will miraculously help me remember it. Maybe.

Here! I'll even use it in a sentence pertaining to my life. *clears throat* "As exams drew closer, internecine drama began to take over the students of Cornell." Actually, I don't think it's exams. I'm pretty sure we're all just sick of each other and ready to move on with our lives. But that's what summer is for!

Speaking of summer, OMG *spizzle* swankjazz Iamsof-ingexcited! I am going to read, read, read. And then go to Texas. And then read, read, read some more. And then go to Texas again. So far the reading list looks like this:
-"The Selfish Gene"
-"The Idiot"
-"Ulysses"
-"Forever"
-All things Flannery O'Connor
-"A Farewell to Arms"
and any other tidbits that I find. (Suggestions please!)

The schedule for ventures to Texas is (tentatively):
-Sometime in late late May.
-June 10th (ish) to ... sometime after that...
-Possibly the 4th of July
-At the end (August)
Hey! I said it was tentative.

I should have my cell phone by Wednesday, just in case anyone has been dying to talk to me in the 2 weeks I've been without it... The number is the same, but I lost all the numbers I had stored in it. Thus, I will soon be making a "Lisa angry. Lisa smash." Facebook group to retrieve all the lost numbers.

I feel bad saying this, but my exam schedule is looking pretty damn good. All my labs are done (with the exception of one bio practical that I am actually looking forward to studying). I have 2 more papers due (one of which is done). All my exams are at least 3 days apart from one another (vich is the nice). The only bad part is I have to stay until the very last day of exams, which can get kind of depressing watching all the other people leave. But is okay.

I finally gained the Freshman Fifteen. And I was so close to dodging it... *thinks about it*... I honestly don't care. Cooooooool.

If you have 15 minutes that you want to procrastinate away, I suggest checking out the God Blog.

In conclusion, best picture eva':It's a baby!

Sad Christmas

No more chimes for the Lisa. I feel like this situation warrants emoticon usage.

:-(

I'm sad. You're sad. We're all sad, or at least we should be.

Of the 6 or 7 really really terrible points in my life, this week has been on of them. Between the 4 months of sleep deprivation, two feet of snow (in April!), having to retype a 6 page essay that I had been working on all weekend and couldn't find on my laptop Monday morning, Virginia Tech, fudging a chimes concert so badly that I've pretty much lost all hope of being chosen, more snow, and the sub-mediocre grades that I've been getting all semester, it all came crumbling down. After a series of mini-break downs which culminated with me smashing my cell phone into the ground and breaking it, I've decided that this should never happen to anyone ever again. I haven't figured out how to fix the situation, but I've come up with a list of things to NOT do.

Things to Avoid When You're at/on the Verge of Mental Collapse:

1) Facebook Photos: unless you're in them, don't even go there. You may show up with good intentions, thinking that the smiling faces of your friends back home will provide some support. They won't. They will only make you feel unaccomplished and alone.

2) Couping up in your Room and Refusing to Answer your Door: it might be hard, but it really helps to be around people. Really. Even a few moments of chatter with a stranger can work wonders.

3) Compulsive Eating: sometimes eating an entire package of Fig Newtons is not the answer. Rarely... but sometimes.

4) Denying yourself Free Time: I am the product of two engineers. In my family, to be unproductive or ineffecient is right up there with sin. This attitude was further perpetuated by a certain ex-boyfriend and only now and am I learning to let go of it. Writing, reading (for pleasure), working out, and taking walks were just a few of the things I forsook regularly for school... and now I'm taking them back. If that hour I spend meandering around campus while the weather is nice costs a few chapters of bio reading, so be it. With life being as short as it is, it just doesn't make sense that school work should come before happiness.

5) Tragedy and the Media: Shit is going to happen. Most of the stuff that makes it to the news is going to be bad, but don't saturate yourself in it. Which is totally what I did after the thing at VT. Which was totally a bad idea.

6) Forget that you're Human: I guess this ties in with the free time, but I always considered myself a robot... a lean mean learning machine. I'm just now starting to understand that it's ok to have emotions that change on a daily basis. It's ok to fail a chemistry exam or mutilate "Hey Jude" on the chimes or say something stupid and feel like a complete jerk right before you apologize. People have ups and downs and anyone that is happy all the time is a robot or a liar. And that's why everyone should be sad and understand why they are sad and understand that it will eventually go away.

So I hate to be preachy and maybe all of this only pertains to me, but that's ok... 'cause dis be muh blog, bichos! And that's how we roll around here.

Hooray!

Holy geez! Something actually went right this week: my blog is working again. This is a good sign. A very very good sign.

Happy Tuesday!

So, I'm in this mood where I feel like making out with everything. Admittedly, the feelings died down a bit since it's peak at 11:00 am EST, but still, I'm having these crazy urges. The kind of crazy urges that come from revelations that occur in chem lecture when you think to yourself "My god, life isn't so bad after all! In fact, life is pretty damn good!" And then you turn to the stranger sitting next to you with a huge grin on your face and silently mouth "Life is good." to them. And then they move a few seats away.

Actually that didn't happen. But it makes for a better story.

And then you walk outside, and the 35 degree weather suddenly feels more like 40 degrees. And the sun is almost shining, and your shoes feel more comfortable, and then you get the urge to just make out with someone. Lay the passion that you're feeling on someone else. "Spread the love," if you will. But that could lead to restraining orders and assault charges, so you just keep your passion to yourself.

I wonder who came up with the concept of making out. I get this vision of a couple kissing each other in this mechanical, rhythmatic way and one turns to the other and says "Surely we can do this more efficiently. Let's string all the kisses together, add a little saliva, and just go for it." And so they did. And the first make out session occured that very day. The new trend spread like wildfire to all the kids, adding a whole new dimension to an act that had needed a whole new dimension for so long.

Freud says it has to do with the lips symbolizing the genetalia and the kiss being a kind of "pseudo-intercourse", but Freud was silly (as men tend to be). Plus, I like my story better.

Life Update!!!

Chimes. And that's about it.

I wish I had crazy stories about crazy parties, but I just don't. I leave my dorm at 7:30 in the morning and usually get back around 9pm. Such is life.

I have, however, taken up kick boxing... again. There was this time when I did it during junior year, but Mrs. Harper taught it (insanely fit band instructor) and there only like 6 of us there on any given day. So I'm trying it again and recommending it to anyone and everyone who has even an ounce of curiosity. You feel kind of stupid when you start (especially when there's a mirror in the room), but once you get into it, you feel like a bad ass. A sore, out of shape, sweaty bad ass. Excellence.

... oh my god, I have nothing to say. I have absolutely nothing to say. And it's been months since I've had a "real" blogging. God, I feel so inadequate...

Oh, you crazy Creationists....

Peanut Butter Creationism

I'm going to start checking all my jars of condiments daily for new and exciting forms of life!

Here's a visual of what I do everyday for 2 hours. Except imagine me in the place of that girl. And imagine it sucking a whole lot more.

And that's all that happened today!... seriously.