So this is me updating. I actually have a lot to talk about, but I dunno. Self-disclosure and I aren't really hanging out right now. Something about the whole bottling up of stress and stuff kinda hinders that relationship thurr.
Hm. Well, finals are almost over, and I'm waiting to see whether or not I'll have to take one of my classes over next year, which fucking blows...fuck piping. Seriously. Why the hell would I want to draw pipes all goddamned day? I DON'T. But, uh, yeah, hopefully I passed. If I did, it was with a 60% or so. Damn, I suck sometimes.
But I was a good kid the past week, took the week off of work and spent the whole time in labs at school. I totally busted ass on finals; I think I did alright. I worked harder in the past week than I ever have in school. Woah. Damn, that's weird. Arg.
It sucks nuts a tad bit.


...I may have to eviscerate my asshole neighbor. I just heard him say "oh, so she's white trash like the rest of us, huh? *guffaw*" about me. See, his daughter and I went to school together. She Knows Things (kinda). And the fact that yes, I grew up here on the mountain MUST mean I am redneck, n***er/s**c/homo hating, beer-swilling, truck-driving, "ain't"-saying garbage. Which I am not. Ok, I swill beer, but only stouts and ales. I fucking hate this place.
I can't even run up here now. I found out that...my kneecaps aren't properly located...?...whatever the bloody hell that means, and so running and I have a pained relationship with concrete and cement. It's beach trails for me. Which is lovely, except I live 40 miles from said trails (like the one in the picture above...pretty, eh?). Whatever. I just want my lungs to feel like they're going to propel themselves out of my chest on their own, y'know? I LIKE that feeling.

Sooooo. Updating. How exciting? Meh?
Almost as exciting as my blown knees. Wow, yeah, running on torn-up country roads? Not so much a great idea. I'm currently hobbling around like an old, old man with bowlegs and backwards-bending knees. I just want a drink and to curl up with my niftykeen gentleman friend whilst my back is rubbed and...yeah. I've got to get the fuck out of the mountains. Cold beds with screamingly sore knees just isn't fucking cutting it anymore.
But, um...yeah. Not much else going on except for finals, which blow, duh.

Uh...here! Look! MC Chris Lyrics! Get with dat shit.

Cruisin' Mos Espa
In my Delorean
War's over
I'm a peacetime mandalorian
My story has stumped
Star Wars historians
Deep in debate,
Buffet plate at Bennigan's
Rhyme renegade
Sure to penetrate
First and second offense
I won't hesitate
Got a job to do
And Darth's the guy that delegates
Got something against Skywalker
Someone he really hates
I don't give a fuck
I'm after Solo
For all I care
He could be hidin' at Yoda's dojo
Gotta make the money
Credit's no good
When the jawas run the shop
In your neighborhood
Think you can cook
I got a grappling hook
Let's make this quick
'Cause I'm really booked
I'm a devious degenerate
Defender of the devil
Shut down all the trash compactors
On the detention level

chorus
My backpack's got jets
Well I'm Boba the Fett
Well I bounty hunt for Jaba Hutt
To finance my 'Vette

wicky wicky woo

Well I chill in deep space
A mask is over my face
Well I deliver the prize
But I still narrow my eyes
'Cause my time
I don't like to waste.

Get down

I have work I should be doing. Yup. However, the SolidWorks crash that occured (and was fixed..kinda) in the past hour really broke my *burning desire* to work on drawing revisions. ...I've really got to get that burning checked....
So, made with the late-night running scariness last night. Note to self: run during daylight hours, or just not in a neighborhood filled with Mountainous Meth Fiend Rednecks (my mom's pissing herself right about now, don't kill me, I don't want to get all fat and sluggish...). Either way, I feel better than I was. I had the plague last week...thank you, new person with whom I smooch...
Maybe I'll work.
Meh.