The death of happiness

Oh yeaaaaaaaah. Now I remember why I was so stressed out last semester. It's because college is hard. Especially when you have ADHD, and are unable to grasp time-management or proper study habits.

Programming Language assignment is due at midnight tonight. I have no idea how to do it. Annndddd....it's worth 20% of my entire grade. Pretty awesome.

I'm here in the library, consuming terrifying amounts of caffeine and Ritalin, trying to jump-start my brain into action. I have an exam tomorrow, and I'm supposed to be up by 8am for some silly meeting.

Made a neat little gadget for the GZ website today. It allows you to save messages to the front page (via a Java Applet and some PHP script). I'm trying to replace the text functionality with a "white-board"-like image thing. I have to somehow convert images to strings to do this. Actually, that was easy. But for some reason, when the strings came back from the server, they were terribly confuzzled. (Perhaps the "wb" George put in there, the "write binary," caused the problems....) Well, I'll figure it out.

And now I must continue to do....things....

Penises

Awoke this morning to the phrase: "Hey Wallace. My grandparents are coming over. I'm gonna throw this penis into your room. Okay?"


I agreed and went back to sleep for five minutes. Upon awakening, I couldn't decide whether that exchange had really happened. A few minutes later, Connor's grandparents showed up. I looked around the room, and sure enough, there was a giant cardboard penis on my side of the room, hidden behind a curtain.

I also had this phrase in my mind, and had to write it down (on a bank envelope): "I embarked upon the quest of finally turning my penis into an elephant."

Should probably wash my towels. A collared shirt makes a poor substitute.

Claw-dads

Claw-dads = a very bad, mollusk-like pastry.

Sleeping problems. Had vivid conversations with George all night in my sleep. Spent a lot of time working out how to fix the graffiti website widget I made. Sleep is a bad time for programming.

Keep missing classes. Why can't I sleep normally?
Where am I?

Perpetually cleaning room.
Must study.

(How I love you, coffee)

Sept 17, 2007

Mild sleep deprivation.

Got to thinking about horses with extremely long, skinny arms. They'd wear suits and fumble about with their teacups, trying to pick them up with their hooves. Could I perhaps turn this into a film? (Shredadactyl would appreciate it, I know.) That's when I decided to leave class and take a shower.

On my way home I came upon a puppy and her eccentric owner. We talked (or rather, she informed me) of the dangers of pine cones.

I wear slippers more often than I wear shoes.
I should get all-weather slippers.