The leviathan approaches...

Today, after being awoken from a nap, I spent entirely too long wracking my brain to remember the lines from Hamlet's famous soliloquy. I don't know why. Eventually I had to look it up because I couldn't recall and it was bothering me entirely too much.

My life is fascinating.

Things are happening, people are coming and going and falling apart, I'm coasting. Sort of. Like those people at the beach with those skim-board things, where they exert a lot of effort to glide for a few feet. I'm working hard just to be, seems like.

I've thought a lot about college lately, and what to do and how to keep convincing myself that I'll be able to pay for it if I manage to get someplace I can stand. More likely I'll just do the AmeriCorps thing forever and maybe take a few classes in my spare time. Travel is fun, and I could use a change of scenery. I don't feel like I'm doing much good being in Myrtle Beach, in any sense.

On a side note, here's what's up in my life lately. I'm supposed to learn how to belly dance so I can be in a burlesque show. Not sure how I feel about this, but it'd be fun to learn regardless. I made people into (so-so) zombies at X Con and made $34. Pictures can be found either here or here, the latter having a higher concentration of images I actually had something to do with, but the former containing more pantless girls.  Sadly, some of my favorite zombies aren't pictured.  I should get a camera someday.

I need a nap.  Work is soon.

I feel like a supporting character in my life.

You know what's awesome? I'm a Broadway actress.

Thanks for having a spiffy location, Fresh Brewed.

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do about anything.

I have a really spectacular sunburn, soon to be an incredibly weird tan. I will never have even skin coloration again. Perhaps I'll find a way to post pictures so that all the world can see how badly I handle the sun.

Life has been verging from pretty interesting to really boring. I don't actually feel like doing a proper update right now, but I've been meaning to post something for a while, and why not.

I need to go to bed.

Oh, also The Decemberists concert was amazing and I love Shara Worden. I want to be her when I grow up.

BEST THING EVER OH MY GOD

I'm in the middle of a French paper and I've been listening to this for the past 30 minutes instead of getting anything done. DON'T CARE THOUGH :D

Man, this is great.
Life happened, but I am supposed to be getting stuff done, so I'll grace the world with that later, maybe. Let it be known that I did not end up going to Charleston, though.

I copypasted this from an email, so you know.

( Information! )

HAY GUISE!!! You should all totally come to CofC this weekend for Crazy Environmentalist Kids Weekend! :D :D :D

The registration thing is here, and it's inexpensive/free!

^first hyperlink I ever did all by my lonesome. I am proud :B

So anyway, yeah. There should be lots of interesting people doing probably interesting things and talking about ways to be more awesome, at least environmentally. BUT HEY IT MIGHT BE FUN RIGHT? :D
Also woooo weekend in Charleston.

Yep.
It's bedtime now, so I'll ramble further some other time.

Going to Charleston Y/N?

I was once told that pointless anecdotes are the purpose of lj, so here you go.

The other day (perhaps Wednesday), I was walking in from bidding my mommy adieu as she set off for home, when I was approached by this girl whom I'd often seen around but did not know by name. And she said play me the best song in the world or I'll eat your soul that she'd been to Shorts and had since then been wanting to talk to me and tell me that I had been amazing. She actually said that I was, in her opinion, the best there.
You can probably guess that this made me really happy.
So, we parted ways, and I exulted and reaffirmed my decision to throw my life blindly at what I love. It was a pretty awesome encounter.

In regard to other things going on in my life, there was a big fancy dance on Saturday, which I completely forgot about until Thursday night because I am a failboat. I informed Mom and Alex, and arrangements were very hastily made because it was apparently deeply important that I go to this. Alex obtained short-notice fancy-wear, masks were seen to (this being a masquerade), and in very little time everything was seen to and dealt with, largely thanks to Mom with assistance from my dear sisters.
Then Officer Jerkface decided not to tell Mom that there really isn't anywhere she's allowed to park on campus, and gave then retracted a citation and court date.
BUT! There was a chocolate fondue fountain! That was pretty much amazing and made the night. The fact that decent to good music played fairly often and I got to see people SWINGDANCE made the night pretty good times. SWINGDANCE. IT WAS COOL. But they weren't that awesome, so my mind wasn't blown.

My last anecdote: I started laundry on Saturday, then went to the Spring Formal and didn't get to finish and collect it. I went down to transfer everything to dryers this afternoon, but found to my surprise that my sheets had been moved and were drying. It was really weird, but saved me a dollar.

I guess I'm done here for tonight.
Before I go, I've got to spam everyone with this:
The Decemberists playing The Hazards of Love at SXSW. It's really good and pretty long.

Also I spilled Sprite on everything and now my keyboard and mouse are being stupid. Poor Reginald.

I'm beginning to doubt that I'll be in college a year from now. Not for good, but I really can't stand another experience like this. I just want to spend some time being alive, doing menial, unimportant work that I won't be graded on, things with little or no standards to work for. I'm getting tired of disappointing people, and even more so of caring.

I complain too much. I apologize, LJ. I haven't forced you to read this, though. You should really know better, reader.

I got my computer back from Best Buy over the weekend, which is fantastic. I missed poor Reginald, and it's nice to have him back.

Man. It's 4 AM and I have class in six hours and a play in about fifteen. That's exciting, at least. The play, not the class.

Soon I'll be done with Columbia, and done with freshman year. Hopefully I'll get through until then. After that, the world awaits. For now, I think it's bedtime.

This has been exceedingly pointless, but thankfully lacking in long, drawn-out rants over pointless things nobody cares about.

Man, sometimes I really miss the past. I'm too young for this kind of nostalgia.

Anyway, yeah. New year, new President, shiny new era. This might be interesting. Still want to move away, though.

I've missed music a lot. I mean, it's been there, but it feels like a long time since I've really listened to it. And that worries me. Actually, it seems like I'm not doing much of anything I love lately. I haven't been working at all for my play, which I don't recall mentioning. I am in a play. It has now been mentioned. Point is, I still don't know all my lines. I have been ignoring theatre. This is insane.
I guess I should look into that before Friday. Dearie me.

Well, I suddenly have no enthusiasm and am tired. I'll be back in a few weeks.

I hate the joys of rich text vs HTML. LJ is throwing me off, man. It's messin' up mah groooove.

So, this is something like my third attempt at writing this entry, so my enthusiasm is flagging. In brief:
-WENT TO NEW YORK
      A. IT WAS AWESOME
-Am hooooome for a few days before pre- and post-Christmas travels.
      A. Visiting Daahcy in Tennessee :D
      B. Must find present for hard-to-shop-for Uncle D:
      C. Get to see friends and family before going back to college
-Daaahcy and I are totally going to be roommates
      A. IT WILL BE AWESOME
-Comm 100 seems to have made me put everything in outline form >(

Oh man I'm tired. Jeez.

Before I head off I'd like to urge you to go here! My sister has an Etsy shop, she makes cool stuff. Lookit.

That done, thank you and goodnight.

Alright, so at some point earlier this week, things got awesome :D

( In which Daaahcy and I run amok )

Funtimes adventures coupled with my present lack of roommate and the looming promise of break make for a pretty nice atmosphere. Unfortunately, aforementioned lack of roommate means I've thrown myself into squalor for the time being. Utterly and unforgivably lazy, man. And I've been doing that thing where sleeping isn't an option until the sun is up. Whoops.

I miss Flight of the Conchords. And muh seestwar :(

The Mighty Boosh is pretty win, though. I wish the internet would be more useful in yielding it to me.

This has gone on far too long.

Here are a few quick lists of some good and bad things I've found over the last few days.

Bad:
Getting locked out :(
Explosively frozen soda
Old Chinese food
Rap sampling and warping amazing songs into.. I don't know, something I don't care about
Indecision
Unbrushed teeth

Good:
Mysteriously comfortable couches :D
Godawful AM kitchen dance parties, people optional
My Zen
Myuuzick
Finding people who are just as unhappy as yourself with a similar list of grievances
Roof adventures
Planned trips to lovely places
Potential employment :D :D :D
Heat in a previously very cold dorm
Crazy little Yoda men who talk gibberish and make amazing things happen
Portal <3
Brushed teeth

As you see, the good list is a bit longer than the bad at the moment.

I think I'll still be here next semester. Quicksilver mood, eh, wot? If things turn out how I've been told they should, it'll be a good thing. If Mister Doctor Laff works this out, I think it'll be worth my emo-spastic dilemma. I hope that works out, I really do.
And hey, if I'm here next semester, I get piano lessons! :D And karate. And maaaaybe voice lessons. That would be freaking awesome. After that, maybe guitar. WHO KNOWS. Man, I have a lot of failure to avoid. Sheesh.

Erin, I miss you :(

So, Dr Laff sent me some emails that were very wtf and also rather lol. Let me show you them.

There was the cryptic one entitled "Wrod," the body of which read simply "Bridget -- word"
And then my favorite. Entitled "question," it reads as follows: "Are you alive..."

There was another involving the universe and existentialism, but I don't feel like quoting that. Lazy, you know the drill. The thing is, there's no real reason that I can think of for these emails. Does not compute.

Let's see... Missy's birthday was.. I think technically the day before yesterday, and we made cakes and surprised her! Foolish people let me do the baking, and it was fun! I've really missed the whole food preparation thing. And.. food. I miss it. But we gots spaghetti! :D

Hmm... Darcy and I had roof-ventures, which were fun and soggy due to fog and rain. Weather I rather like, actually. There are pictures, I am lazy. You probably won't get them, lj. I am sure you are heartbroken.

I drew some stuff for the first time in what feels like ages. It was nice. I mean, the drawings were nothing great, but it felt nice to actually do something.

Endless Mike and the Beagle Club are fantastic. Erin, find them. :D

I've got nothing else to say.

Mm, Chinese food. Mysterious bits of something covered in tasty goo, you are awesome. Man.

In other news, who in god's beard would be calling a dorm at 3 AM? Repeatedly? And then NOT SAYING ANYTHING? Jerk >(
Phone unplugged, problem solved :D

I need to break this internet addiction. Jesus. I need to sleep more at reasonable times. I need to do my homework. I need, need, need, with nary a focus on much of any want. Blah. Blahblahblahhatecollegeblahblahnothappyblahblahblah. We've heard it all before and even I don't care anymore.

I wish I had something to say.

Erin informed The Parents of my DEEP MEANINGFUL ANGST and they Chernobyl'd at her. Unsurprising, I suppose, if not a tad disappointing. So, I made a decision. If I screw this up, I'm just going to avoid moving back home. I hope somebody has an extra bedroom in December :D -_-;;;

Man, The Kooks are a lot of fun. Thanks, seestwar :D

This was just about the most depressing attempt at lj-ing I've waded through in a while. NOTHING FUN TO SAY, NOTHIN' AT ALLLLL. On a fun note, Nerima Daikon Brothers is fun and has surprisingly fun musics :D ERIN I'M LOOKING AT YOU. I'm pretty sure you'll like a decent amount of the songs, and it's got a lot of AWWWWWW THAT'S CUTE! thrown in with the DEAR GOD WTF?! it occasionally deploys. Check it on youtube.

Man, I want fudge.

I might get a job soon yaaaaaaaaaaaay! I should, I've got a ton of free time lately, and the bookstore's hiring. Maybe earning money instead of stagnating will help.
Blaaaaargh.

Woop woop.
( So, more fun adventures of Bridget's Going to Fail Out of College? )

Things have seemed strange lately. It seems like I reached a certain point, and now the universe is sending me barrages of messages telling me what to do. Or at least encouraging and guiding. It's hard to explain. All weird occurrences are up for interpretation.

I feel like there was something I wanted to say. Maybe.
Anyway. I'm off to go find something white to wave in defeat.

MY LIFE IS COMPLETE :D

Or will be, when this chunk o' win is ordered and delivered :B

I do not know what to do about college. This is all a bunch of nonsense, if you ask me.
I've got to drop my English class, else I risk giving up utterly in the first semester. I abhor it, completely and purely. Not worth my time.

Upside: I have a laptop! This is pure wonderful. It's rather annoying, running from dorm to computer lab, back to dorm, and out again. I feel a little less like a hermit this way, too, which is nice. It's weird not having people to haul me out of myself here. Turns out socialization must be semi-forced.

I miss Jessie. I'm worried about the state of things. I wish a lot of things would happen differently. C'est la vie.

I watched DPS again, and it still made me cry like a child for an embarrassingly long time. It also still made me thirst for life and possibility, which is the most beautiful feeling. That movie holds such an odd sway over me; everything seems possibly, and there is nothing to be afraid of.
I love my Comm 100 class for giving me a reason to watch it again, and for the opportunity to express my adoration to others.

Man, I've been sleeping too much lately. I think I'll continue that trend.
Hasta luego, lj.