The title is unrelated

Yesterday I met up with a couple of friends from high school and we went out to a bar. It was great fun and we should totally repeat that sometime. I guess it was made doubly awesome (although I do kind of feel guilty about it) by the fact that I didn't spend a penny. I got through the night on rounds from everyone.
It was probably helped along by the fact that prior to going to the actual bar, we all had a shot of Smirnoff Triple Distilled (or, as we've come to call it, 'Triple Gross') which according to the label contains 37.5% alcohol. It wasn't even that gross, it just burned a whole lot, going down.

Either way, we had a great time, I caught up with some other friends and colleagues, and after all these adventures I didn't even wind up with a hangover. I'm basically a boss.
And probably just really lucky. I know at least some of the others aren't faring as well as I am. I feel bad for those guys.

Now, something I haven't told you guys yet about the practicals is that every week a couple of people have to stay after hours and make sure everything is left the way it should be (we call 'em "zaalcommissarisen" or "zaalco's", which means as much as the supervising director for a certain lab hall). They also have the duty to bring cake which all of us can enjoy during the breaks. This week it is my turn, and so the house is smelling delicious with the aromas of fine bakery.
By the way, practical lasts from 8:30 to 17:00, with breaks from 10:00-10:30, 12:30-13:30, and 15:00-15:30.
The half-hour breaks are spent with the people from our own lab hall, and that's when the cake is devoured, while 12:30-13:30 is the regular lunch period and we generally spend that together as group 6. (Meaning the people I went through the introduction with. We're still all pretty close, which is awesome.)

Meanwhile, my romantic troubles are ever-present. >,>. I make my own life difficult. I think that probably even if I drank as much as I did yesterday (which wasn't over the top, but I was a bit further gone than I normally go) while he was around, I still wouldn't be able to look at him for too long or talk to him out of nowhere or try and get him to dance with me. His presence basically incapacitates me and I hate that but I see no way to change it.

Ugh, infatuation.

Anyway, I'll leave you guys be for a while so I can finish my Mechanics 1A assignments and hopefully start writing a report about the experiment we did to calculate the dissociation constant for methyl orange. I have to hand it in by Tuesday, and I've also yet to prepare for the analysis we have to conduct this week. I'm doing that tomorrow and hoping I don't have much else to do by then, so yeah.

(Also I can't really make heads nor tails of Act 6 Intermission 3. I'm constantly like 'oh hey there's new pages  oh wait this is kind of strange. what. what is even happening. aight awesome. I guess. oh it's the end already.')

But really this has been it.
Imma ollie outie.


~Leyvathan

I'm BACK.

Sooooo.

All my finals are over with, and I'll be getting the results next week Thursday. It'll probably be a grueling day, because we have this system in which the teachers phone the students in the afternoon, telling them whether or not they made it. Although I guess we're lucky for that, because there are also schools out there that handle a system in which the graduates aren't called at all, and you have to sit quivering beside your telephone for about four hours, hoping you don't get called.

I'm fairly confident I passed, but I never checked my answers when they were put on the internet. Because of this there is still some doubt within me, and I won't be breathing easy come Thursday. Either way, all that's left to do is wait and hope the phonecall will make me happy. (Phonecall is such a weird word. It really reminds me of Neo. x'D. "Or how about... I give you the finger. And you give me my phonecall". Excuse any errors in the quote, it's been quite a while since I've last seen The Matrix).

On another note entirely (nothing to do with the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases)(Damn this post with all my abstract references), I've got a new job. I've been working my ass off Monday and Tuesday. It was horrible, I'm no longer used to being productive for 5-8 hours straight. I´m pretty much booked for most of next week too. I'm going to be deadbeat in a sec. On the other hand, COME TO ME, SWEET MONEY. The added moneyz are a good thing, since I've gone shopping today and spent aroundabout 80 euros. >,>.

I can, however, be proud and say I now have fabric with which I shall make a beautiful plush of the glorious yet treacherous entity known as Senator Lemonsnout. It shall be grand. That is, assuming I can sew well enough to pull it off, even with the tutorial I got my paws on.

Pray for me, my minions.
...I mean. Friends. Or... something...


Ciao!~

~Levyathan.

The Hussman needs to update.

Well, obviously he doesn't actually NEED to do anything, and we are but his lowly servants and followers who can do naught but listen to the Word of God and pray desperately for updates, but I'm not used to having to wait yet and it doesn't sit well with me.  *FirstWorldProblem*

So, today marks the start of the test week. Or actually, the Test Week. It is, if everything goes well, our last test week in this school. There's a wake-up call if ever there was one. I don't like the idea of having to leave and make new friends, but even more importantly I don't like the idea of losing contact with the friends I have now. >:'[. Like, at all.

But back to the Test Week, today we had the Physics test (Oh mechanics, why are you so determined to continue to elude me? D:) and the Biology practical. Biology was a piece of cake, but like I just implied, Physics and I are not lining up for a Moirallegiance. >,>.

On tomorrow's schedule there's French (formal letter writing, and my teacher is a huge hag) and my Dutch oral (yeah, yeah). I read all the books, but I've no clue what kind of questions she's going to ask so I can only hope I'm prepared. Le sigh.

((I always fucking misspell tomorrow. For some reason I always write tommorow and have to go back and change it. >,>..))


Uh huh. Well, I've already got some semi-content shit scheduled for Sunday, so I don't have to worry about the  A-post, but I've yet to write any of the other ones. They will come to me when they are ready to.


~Levyathan

Ohgodohgodohgodohgod whatdoIdoooo

I'm up to date on Homestuck.

Now, on the one hand, that's TOTALLY AWESOME NEWS. On the other hand, I've torn through years' worth of homestuck in a couple of weeks. I'm going to be experiencing some severe withdrawal symptoms. It'll be horrible.

It does mean that I will be able to scour the net for awesome fanworks without having to fear exposure to the Late Arrival Spoilers. :"DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

Yeah. I'm just kind of shaken right now because all this time it's seemed so endless and now all of a sudden there's no proceed button. Oh the humanity.

Ah.

On a totally different note, I'm probably going to be participating in the school talent show this year (as I did last year), but I'm having trouble deciding which song I want to sing for it.... Random suggestions are welcome, I guess? :'D.


Huh. Not much of interest anymore. I was going to say something else entirely but the catching up with Homestuck has hotwired my brain.

Hasta la bye bye!~



~Levyathan

Okay so it's been a really long time

And I apologize for that, if anyone actually cares. I've just been a little out of it, lately. Not feeling too great, either, although I don't think there's anything physically wrong with me. Not in the fever-area anyway, although recently I fell while at work and I caught my weight in my side, doing a sort of roll-thing over a banister. It hurt like a bitch for days, but you couldn't actually see any discoloration or bruising or anything. Anyway, a co-worker was all like "Oh no have you ruptured your spleen?" And I figured it didn't hurt enough to be anything cool like a ruptured spleen, but now I have these slightly nauseating pangs of pain a bit below the point I originally landed on and I'm starting to have my doubts. Or maybe it's just something like a bladder infection or whatevs, but there's something not right in there. I suppose I'll have to go to the doctor...

On a more cheerful note, this weekend I broke my habit of hermitage to go to the next town over and visit some friends. I was originally supposed to cycle the 12 kilometers there, but my mom didn't like me cycling on my own in the dark, so my dad ended up bringing me there by car, with my bike. We had a lot of fun, it was awesome, and apparently the guys liked it too because I got invitations/demands to come along more often (Yay!! :'D). Then Fang and I, in a slightly inebriated state, cycled to his house, which was where I crashed. Then in the morning (well, it was afternoon, technically) we listened to some very very cute recordings of a very young Fang :'D. And, of course, watched [S] Cascade. Twice, for good measure. Holy fucking hell. 8DD.
Then, I had to go home and cycle the 12 kilometers, and it wasn't pretty. I hardly ever cycle anymore, and it was cold and the wind was blowing and I had a huge MoThErFuCkInG headache... I was miserable. Booohooohooo I should really excersize more. >,>.

So, I have today off from school, and it's a miracle I got up before noon, but I have to try and force myself to spend today in a useful manner. Meaning, I have to do my homework and study for upcoming test week and my English Individual Oral Exam, which is going to be hell. You get an excerpt from one of a selection of three of the literary works we've studied (in this case being The White Tiger, 1984 or Carol Ann Duffy's poetry collection The World's Wife) with 20 minutes to annotate it and structure a talk about it that has to be around 8 minutes long. Then there's a 5-minute discussion about the fragment or the book. Now, it's not the discussion I'm worried about; unlike most of my classmates, I actually READ all the books. I'm just not very confident in my ability to rightly analyze the fragment and talk about it in a structured manner for eight long minutes. My teacher tells me I'm good at it, but I honestly think she just assumes that because I'm relatively good at everything else... Anyway, I have that oral on wednesday, so I've got today and tomorrow to freshen my memory on the books and the poetry. :'D.

As a side note: who else is looking forward to The Hunger Games? (Okay so this is kind of a moot point because I have two readers but meh). It comes into cinemas on wednesday, and I'm really excited. I read the first book when it came out and loved it, but took a few years to read the second and third books.. I still think the first one was the best, and that's obviously the one they are now releasing the movie of, so I can't wait. Funnily, neither can my mother. I made her read the books and she loves them as well. :'D.
The only thing I'm a little disappointed about is the casting, but when my mom asked me how I HAD envisioned the characters (because the cast fits with her expectations), I couldn't tell her. The funny thing is that in my head, characters look different as their character develops, and characteristics are always a little foggy. I can never really pinpoint what I think they look like.



Lastly, as a sort of I'm-sorry-I-was-away-so-long-and-anyway-this-thing-is-awesome, have this gratuitous picture of the Nekobasu:

Talk to y'all later!!

~Lev

Actual content this time... sort of ;).

So, I've been having ((- these... weird thoughts lately. Like, is any of this for real? Or not? -)) this idea for a very serious post and stuff, but I just haven't really had the inclination to actually write. First World Problem if ever I heard one. Also very blatant Kingdom Hearts reference ftw.

Anyway, the point is that lately I've been wondering about the fact that so many people coexist in the same flap of space while being privy to such different urges and beliefs and ideals. It should be the most normal thing in the world these days and I've always regarded it as such, but now something has shaken my worldview pretty heavily. What brought this on? Nothing much actually, but it hit me pretty hard. I found out that a good friend of mine is a Jehova's witness. THAT'S WEIRD, DUDE. Especially because I've never given her religious persuasions any thought, and I've never noticed anything. Now, I don't think any different of her for it, I'd never be that petty, but I got kind of curious. The revelation made me aware of my own ignorance on the subject.

((WARNING: The following paragraph contains my personal religious opinions, and while I don't think it's quite offensive, all beliefs differ and there might be something there you don't agree with. ))

Because of this, I've started asking her a lot of random questions, and frankly I'm just kind of shocked by some of her answers. Now, I've decided to simply not ask certain things, because I don't want to give her grief for what she has every right to believe and I don't want to come across as derogatory, but I can only handle so much perceived nonsense. There are some things which, if she believes them, I simply don't want to know. I realize that I do not have all the answers, nor do I want to, I guess, but I just can't get my head around certain things. I am a scientist at heart, and I like to believe I am more of a realist than a cynic, and therefore I find it hard to believe that someone, somewhere, holds all the ropes. Either way, those things I can deal with, but I wouldn't want to know if she believes that the earth is only a thousand years old, for instance. I don't know. CANNOT. COMPUTE. And then there are the gaps of logic in the story as I was told it that I asked into not to expose the things she believes in as fraudulent nonsense so much as just to try and figure out how it is that she explains them for herself. I mean, supposedly, when you die, there's nothing, but then at the end of the world there is this final day or moment of Reckoning and everyone is somehow sent to this sort of promised land? I, honestly, don't quite know what I believe, and I think there is quite a bit of comfort in the thought that after this life we'll end up in a sort of paradise, but all I can think of when I hear that is... "What? But then, what would happen to the person if they die before the reckoning?" No real answer to that, apparently they might just stop existing in the meantime or something. And I guess that might be the reason that I just can't bring myself to consider those things. The bible is a book that is very, very old, has been translated so many times that things are quite probable to be lost in translation, and that is not even taking into account the in my opinion questionable validity of the events described in the book. While I have no trouble believing there was once a man who may or may not have been called Jesus or Iesu or whatever variety of the name, I can only say that people have a way of dragging things way out of proportion. After all, in medieval times, innocent people were burned at the stake or thrown into the moat with a cinderblock tied to their feet because superstitious people thought they were witches even though everyone now knows that magic is FAKEY FAKEY FAKE. The problem with stuff like that is that there is no proof. Everyone can suppose and perceive all they want, but I doubt we will ever get the answer in this lifetime.

So yeah, there goes my totally sucky-ass explanation of my religious views. I am actually really curious what moves you guys, if you feel like telling me. <33. :'DD.



Now, on to more trivial matters (but not really):

HOMESTUCK. x'DDDD. I've been told I'm going way too fast and there might just be some truth in it, yet I can't seem to stop obsessing.
I am now well into the story of the Trolls (I laughed really hard when Karkat was writing all those memos nobody cares about, and ended up playing a sort of romance counselor like what x'D) and I am finding out that all of them, no matter how bitchy or awful of repugnant, are really awesome and often quite adorable in their own way. And while I know Troll romance is insanely complicated (x'D. Let's be a horrible author and recap the entire explanation, YEAH!) I am starting to find myself shipping ridiculous things already. :'D. Way to go! I feel almost like Nepeta <33.

But I have to go now and delve deep into the horribly complicated world of Physics D:.

Until next time, me lovelies.


~Levyathan

How can anyone be so relieved anyway? It doesn't even happen!

Most of the time.

So yeah, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. A weight I kept forgetting to blog about, incidentally. Every time I felt like I needed to get it off my chest I'd be nowhere near a computer, and when I WAS near a computer, I'd have forgotten what it was I wanted to blog about. The thing is: my job has been kind of problematic lately. Not in any real sense, so much as I just wasn't on the schedule very often and that coupled with my general ineptitude when it comes to the work I do made me even more sucky at it. And I kept forgetting things, and having to ask other people for specifics (some of whom have been working there for a much shorter time than I have, but a lot more regularly) and subsequently getting scolded and rhetorically asked how long it was again that I've been working there (a bit more than a year, in case you were wondering). So that kind of got me down. Especially since I myself just felt like I was in the way more often than I was actually being useful, even if I know that's an exaggeration. So lately I've been thinking about that, and I'd decided that it would be better for me to quit this job (I work at a cafetaria/snack bar) and just apply for a job in one of the local supermarkets. Only problem was, I'm kind of terrified of the prospect of an awkward conversation, it's almost a kind of phobia. And I thought it would be worse if I just barged in there and asked if I could talk to my superior (who doesn't even work regular shifts so I wouldn't know if she'd even be there), so I sent her a text asking if we could talk for a bit somewhere in the near future. That went unanswered for two days, making me queasy every time someone texted me because I thought it might just be her. Then, this afternoon, she texted me with possible times we could talk, tonight being one of them, and I just figured "To hell with it". So I just went there, and I told her I was going to apply for another job and therefore it was quite possible I would be resigning in the near future, and she was all understanding and told me she'd basically expected this when I sent her the text asking to talk. So it all went really quickly and smoothly, I told her I'd work the shifts I was assigned this month and, if I don't have an answer by next week (when she'll be making the new schedule) I would work the next schedule too, no problem. :'DDDD. I was so happy, I was seriously a nervous wreck beforehand, was quivering on my legs. x'D.
And now I have to write a letter of application, which I've never done before... Oh well, my mom said she'd help. <33.


TL;DR:  I pseudo-quit my job in preparation for applying for another job, and all went well.

Now I feel it is time to grab myself some MAD SNACKS YO.
(Although I probably shouldn't, I've been hating the mirror again lately. Maybe not then. Still, this post needed a BRO reference >8'D.)

Ummm... yeah. That's really all I have to say on the matter. :').



Where doing it man
Where MAKING THIS HAPEN
...ironically 8D



~Lev

Why did I succumb?!

I know how easily obsessed I am. Dx. I should not have started actively reading/watching/playing/whatever anything new when I've got so much homework to do all the time but... I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS BRO! I TOLD YOU DOG! IT KEEPS HAPPENING.

That kindof pretty accurately describes the situation, as well as addressing the exact issue. Damn you Fang. Damn you Homestuck. Damn you convoluted, insane plot that I'm grasping at in a desperate attempt to make sense of it. You have ruined my current hopes for academical perseverance. Yeah.

Bahahaahahaha, I'll keep it short and end this here; still got a LOT to work my way through. >,<. Just wanted to let you guys know what's up. And it's not the sky.


Smell ya later!

~Lev