College sucks.

I could (I DO) spend hours and hours looking for scholarships and grants and things so I can actually afford to go. I guess I'm hoping for something to just come up and offer itself to me. I'm trying to decide whether or not to write an essay to maybe get $1,000.

Damn it, why can't life be easy?

Ooh, sign language is interesting. I was just talking to a woman who does sign language, who has done it for years, and the language is a lot more complicated than I'd originally think. Like. I guess it's like any language. Sentence structure is different, slang.

Oh, we started talking because this crazy guy was sitting across from her and talking to himself, looking at her, and she looked up and he startled and left quickly. (He's back now, sitting at a different table, eating a scone.)

(She was transcribing what he was saying; it's actually really interesting and kind of poetic. I kind of want to know his story now. I mean, the reason he's crazy is probably drugs and shit, but he sounds like he had some sort of life before that. An education. Sounds kind of bitter. I'll edit it into this post if she ever actually emails it to me. Here:

"and call that if you want it is textbook- about the letters or any other language letters or a dog once you process it and when you teach them what process is, cartoons or otherwise, that teaches you something- like a recipe- suicide or murder- you have give it in Pakistan or something, better than now real fast at the University"

I am not kidding, I have just typed out pretty much word-for-word what he is saying. The missing parts aren't due to my typing speed, more like parts missing from this poor man's brain. Or parts added to his brain. Hard to tell which. Part of what he was saying was either in tongues or Hebrew.

"No matter how high you are in the whole world, there is someone who can calculate that for you- you in this culture can become better after all that schooling- at least that- when they get it they get it we are happy they get it- it really won't kill them - psychologically you have to test them to see- if you saw a pup here you'd tell them from the guy who got the most mad later..."

He is starting to make sense- this man across from me - as you can tell......he's not talking to me, he is just mumbling this stuff to himself.)

I love being a nerd.

So, I go on obsessive binges and then get over it for a while. And then go back. I'll obsess over it for a few days/weeks and then I'll stop for a bit. (Point in case: Questionable Content.)

My latest thing to obsess over?

http://www.gallifreyone.com/

Doctor Who Con in LA. Which is ... relatively close. I could drive there it's that close. And ... Doctor Who nerds. And.

Do I really need to explain myself?

It looks SO AWESOME. And my cousin might go with me. (I don't wanna go alone.) And CLAIRE might go with me. (But that's still a very large 'maybe' at this point.) I think I am completely justified in being excited for this.

Anyway. Going to obsess/socialize now.

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Seeeee, Liz? I posted even AFTER you left!

HERE LAUREN

Okay, so, last night I was supposed to blog and I didn't and Lauren has been very upset with me all day.

So, I forgot to blog because the Child came over and ended up spending the night.

Yes, I'm making excuses. Shut up and listen to the cute story.

So, it's about nine at night and he's getting fussy and at one point I'm sitting on my bed and he's on the ground rolling around trying to see how much noise he can make without outright crying. Finally he's like "): I need you to help me."

And at that point I was like *annoyed* If I help you I'm going to pick you up and you're going to sit on my lap, quietly.

And the Child was like *nodnodnod* O.O

So, I picked him up and turned off the light and he was like "D: I don' wanna sleep!"

"Shh, we're sitting. See? No sleeping."

And he was out in five minutes.

Now, a while later, when I was pretty sure he was asleep I stood up to go put him in his bed. Where he sleeps. And doesn't bother me. When I stood up, he mumbled, "I wan' Sarah's bed." So I sat back down.

He sits up, looking as miffed as a three year old can, and crawls off my lap, curling up on my blankets and going back to sleep.

Thus, I was kicked out of my bed.

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There, see? That was SO CUTE, how can you be mad at me for not blogging?

Yeah. Yup. Uhhuh.

Right so, Glind told me that we're updating our blogs every day from now on. And as long as I get to ramble and grumble about T&D, that should work out fine, as long as I remember.

So, my most pressing issue right now is LAUREN SHOULD FOCUS. )<

Really though. THIS is what happens when we don't focus. And it is entirely her fault.

Aside from that, I'm about 10k into a draft of Truth that I think I'm going to keep, and it seems like it's probably going to cooperate. Still in the beginning stages of the plot. Fuuuuunnnn ...

I don't feel good, so excuse me for this kind of crappy post.

Also, holy CRAP, it's '11. That's insane.

On a related note, when I rule the world, it will be required for EVERYONE to carry chocolate on them. All the time.