School venting

I'm having a hard time keeping up with my classes, especially my online Technical Writing class. t is so insanely frustrating, the professor puts different assignments in different places. Style assignments are in this folder, reading assignments are in that folder, online class discussion posts are in this folder, and I can't even find the folder where writing assignment expectations is located. It sounds organized, but in reality it is not. I wish he would make a list of when things are due, instead of posting the due dates on each individual assignment, so now I have to look at through every folder, at every assignment, and hope I don't overlook anything, which I usually do.

I'm trying to find a way to improve my use of time (she claims, as she blogs at 3am while watching an old Deep Space 9 episode >.<), but its proving harder then expected. Fortunately my boss finally cut back my work hours, which means more time for school.

So, work for tomorrow:
* see math tutor about chapter 8.1-8.5
* review o-chem
* finish writing assignments
* start english portfolio
* review Japanese katakana a-so
* feed the snake. :)

...okay, so that last one is school related, but I've becomed so consumed by school that I fear I've been neglecting poor Khaliyah lately. I have a baby mouse in the freezer with her name on it, I'll feed her tomorrow. I've been considering using a small portion of my PFD and buying another ball python to put in with her. I wonder if she gets lonely.


I have been getting closer with a friend of mine, as I may have mentioned in one of my earlier postings. He has come to mean a lot to me, but I will admit fear. He seems to pursue an ideal of perfection, one that I fear I will not live up to. He worries too much that he cannot please me, that I will get bored of him, even though I doubt I would. Its rather ironic, because I find myself fearing holding the same fears. He's funny, smart, kind, and a geek. What more could a woman want?
I wish he wouldn't worry so much. We keep very quiet about it when we hang out, but there have been a few times, especially when he has had a few drinks, where he is much more talkative about the subject, which makes me feel uneasy, for while I don't doubt the honesty of his inebreated words, I would rather have such conversations while he is sober (he usually doesn't remember the conversations later on). He wants me, and yet he doesn't.

While I would like to further out relationship, more importantly I simply want him to be happy, whether it means I remain his friend, or our relationship evolves into something more. Just as long as he finds happiness.

A few of my favorite things.

Things that make my life happy.



Khaliyah, my baby snake. I love snakes, and have always wanted one, so when I moved out, I saved my money and bought her. She is the best pet ever. I hope to get another one soon, but it will be quite a while until I can afford a companion for her.



Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. I love Jhonen Vasquez's artwork, as well as the black humor and delightful randomness in the comics. I know he probably won't create more, but I wish he would, I thoroughly enjoyed Johnny.



Raves. I haven't been to one in soooo long. But I love them, I find a spot on the floor, snap my glowsticks, and get lost in the music, dancing all night long. Its also a good chance for me to see friends I haven't seen in forever.




Travel. I love to travel. Fortunately my parents shared my obsession and dragged me along. I've been to about a dozen countries, including France, Germany, Sweden, Russia, and Estonia. I took this of the Effel Tour in Paris.



Bellydancing. I freaking love bellydancing. I'm not as obsessed as Sony is, but I love it just the same. I'm going to restart my classes soon to improve my technique in tribal. Dancing is a form of spiritual worship for me, the use of te body to give thanks and express myself. Plus it is a total blast.



Body Modification. I am obsessed. It is very addicting, rather expensisve, yet so beautiful. Right now I have 10 piercings, and am planning on an additional two napes, a pair of transdermals and a few more holes in the ear. Alas, I have no tattos yet (yay virgin skin), but I am planning on some. It will be a couple of years though. My goal is to one day be brave enough to do a suspension.