I dislike the lazy cosplay. Something that you clearly just threw together last minute because you didn't want to be the only one without a costume. Now I put mine together in the past two weeks, but a lot has gone into mine. I have the right boots, the right pants and even the weird x-tank top I need. Rush order'd the correct BSG dogtag, bleached my hair more times than advisable, and bought a handful of cigars as props. I hope mine looks recognizable, at the very least.

Bought flasks and moonshine. Seems like DCon to me. :D

Luck of lucks, it looks to be another rainy day. I thoroughly enjoyed myself yesterday in my new dress with the new music. I need to do a darker wash on the pants before Friday, but tonight happens to be a friend's 21st birthday. We'll see what gets done.

Ahhh, the long rainy day. And I have so much perfect music for this weather.

This has turned into a nothingweek so far. It's -really- hard to care about class, but there's an exam on Wednesday auf Deutsche.

But in all seriousness, this is my favorite sort. I'll get to walk around, maybe use an umbrella. Something feels so alive about the world when it rains. Every negative space is occupied, all figures in view are active, seeking shelter or immediate respite from the weather. If I didn't have to be in class, I would dance in it. Still might at some point. The day is young, after all.

This will be a week that drags, I can feel it.

Hope to have the first Game of Thrones novel finished by this upcoming weekend. Been tearing through it at a quickening pace. There are enough differences between the show and the novel that I'm not bored. Like the age difference. Seriously.

Reminds me that I should get my MP3 player out of the car. Downloaded two new albums today. One of them is from a band I've had recommended to me more than once called the National, and the other from one called White Lies. Both of which I discovered earlier today on internet radio. But the spotify radio is like Pandora, only stupid. You get infinite skips, but sometimes something you skip comes up again 3 songs later. They'll play an artist you like, but only those two songs. And no matter how many times you tell it not to play the Goddamn Red Hot Chili Peppers, it's all like "Naw, son. I know what you need. And it's shitty California surf rock."

I should get more sleep than I do. It's probably much better for you. All of my hair is going to fall out because I bleached it again. Must remember to post photos of the costume once I get it put together.

Another early morning Sunday coffee+ bagel run. There's totally not a handsome guy there. Nope. Moving on.

As I suspected, Ancient Art History is boring as shit. I thought since it had a pretty attractive professor that I'd have no issue paying attention, but alas and alack, it's still about fragmented pottery so far. A lot of the time I sort of drift away thinking about other things as we're analyzing the significance of the use of geometric pattern in the pre-historic pottery. I'll have to snap out of that though, I need an A in both ARHI classes I'm in. The other has the benefit of being earlier, taught by the head of the ARHI department and is about paintings I've learned before.

Been awfully sneezy lately. Think I must be getting sick. But thanks to an all-day runaround w/ Shawna yesterday, I have my Starbuck costume pretty much done. Still waiting on the dogtag, and may need to give the pants a darker wash. Ooh! Also need to go buy cigars at some point this week. Also on the runaround, procured something like 8 amazing new pairs of tights (from America's Thrift Store for like, 13 bucks.)

So much of the day is left. Spent the beginning part crooning to Bowie in the car.

"We got a message from the action man. 'I'm happy. Hope you're happy, too.'"

I'm going to DragonCon and am rapturously excited about it. Have a room nailed down, and a ride to get there. Putting together a costume for the event. I have missed the past 3 DCons, but not this one.

Nerd nirvana. I'm coming back.

College level language courses require an absurd amount of work.

I wonder if I'll be fluent enough by the end of this stretch that I'll start to dream in German. That'd be swell.

I'm doing a stretch of Hogwarts themed nail polishes. First up, my own house. With a strip of painter's tape over one half of the nail, and I have some very Slytheriny nails. Fun thing is that I have all the colors for all the others already. Trying to figure out a way to make Hufflepuff less boring. I was thinking about getting one of those fine-tipped nail polish marker things and drawing a badger paw on my thumbnails, but I'd prolly fuck that up.

And now I've done all my work. Put up the rest of my wallthings and have that portfolio stored under the bed, much to the chagrin of Banjo Katzooie. I think he'll get over it.

Now I've moved on to listening to the Smiths and vaguely brooding. The good kind, though. No longer do I feel sorry for myself and bemoan my station in life. Do many people listen to sad music for kicks? The sweet sadness is a nice contrast to the energy and occasional dejection of real life. Though, I suppose people who watch horror movies do so to make themselves afraid. Recreational sadness: reclaiming from the emo kids.

A lot of Morrissey's stuff is nonsense. But often, you get nice little reminders that you can sort of pack up and bring with you. As in "These Things Take Time." Makes me reminisce a little. "Oh, the alcoholic afternoons, when we sat in your room. It meant to me than any... than any living thing on Earth." Speaking of which, I have most of a bottle of Bulleit Bourbon in the trunk of my car. I should probably go get that and put it in the freezer.

And finally, faceless internet, I leave you with this music video that once inspired my Morrissey haircut.

Instead of doing German homework I:

- drove to Jittery Joes and got coffee & a bagel
- did some dishes
- watched an episode of Taboo on cable
- played with the kitties
- stared longingly out the window, silently hoping for rain.

And then I did some of it and am taking a break.

When I am finished, I will put up all the rest of my smaller wallthings to finish making this place feel like home. Still not sure what to do with the traffic cone that I stole from the parking lot at dial last year. I really don't even know why I did that. Sort of an impulse after a bad day.

I also pirated CIV IV. And really, who needs friends when you have completely absorbing videogames?

Just kidding. I do. But I spent the entire rest of the weekend with them. Sunday is for schoolwork and chores.

Bus Buddy (Noun)- A person who rides the same bus on a similar schedule to you whom you befriend so as to not be forced to sit next to strangers everyday. Bonus points if it's a handsome member of the opposite sex.

Getting back into the swing of things has been interesting. I find it's like riding a bike. You never really forget how to take notes, and three of the classes I'm in are lecture courses. The other is a language course that happens to be taught by a friend of mine from my M:tG days. (Which look to be starting again with the new set. New Ravnica? Count me in.)

My favorite is all of the people. Sure, a majority of them blur together. But every now and then you have legitimately enjoyable encounters with strangers. There is an openness to campus that allows one to gather friendgroups with ease. Perhaps friend is a strong term for it. Acquaintance? Though I tend to be a prickly looking sort. Saves me the trouble of being accosted by those handing out fliers or bibles. Maybe it's all the black.

Making slap-dash plans to go to DragonCon this year. I believe it's been about 3 since I went. I have no place to stay as of yet, but since you don't really sleep at conventions (more like fall unconscious for 3-hour blocks) I should be able to find a place for myself. Not the principal worry. And neither is transportation, for once.

There's this sense of relief being back in school. I guess it's escapism at its finest. Two more years removed from being thrust out into the real world. At least I've never had to move back in with my parents and have been gainfully employed since I was 16.

As a sidenote: By chance I had a runin with an ex of mine on campus first day. I thought this to be unusual as he is no longer a student. When spotted, there were no plans on my part to confront or otherwise converse with him, as I was sure he would be uninterested in such a thing. However, I was not expecting him to react as he did. When he saw me, he quickly ended the conversation he was having and jumped onto the nearest bus. He ran from me.

Fucking coward.

First post in the new house, I believe. This place costs more than the last, but is still the 2nd cheapest place I've lived. It come equipped with adorable stray cat that has been destroying my sleep patterns. I bought earplugs yesterday, and even slept a whole night. Thought I had be hallucinating that one of the corners of my bed is lower than the others, but I was not. One of them lost a wheel somewhere in transit, so in the next few days, I will be prying the rest of the wheels out. School starts back in full force on Monday. I am all atwitter with renewed scholastic energy.