hello livejournal. it is 2:40 in the MORNING! did you know.

I am, of course, procrastinating doing work. I have a group presentation today at 10 and a French composition due at 11 and I'm tired as heck, but do you see me working so I can sleep? I don't think you do. whatever, qc isn't up yet, I give myself until Jeph displays his work before I start mine.

why can't I be all artistically talented and start my own webcomic and have that be my sole source of income geez.

so anyway. I can't wait to get out of here. state college is freezing and finals are soon. not that I actually study or get nervous or anything - I am just lazy to the point where it is dangerous to be my grades. I could do so much better in school if I weren't so lazy. yeah well.

the past couple days have been nothing short of nice. psych and magic and psych and juggling and psych and house and psych and improv and a little psych. do you watch psych? you oughta.

I'm moving! at home anyway. it's exciting, the house is beginning construction in a couple of weeks I guess. my own giant basement room, how fun! it will be glorious. if only I were younger. if only it were totally cool to live in your mom's basement. I was going to say that I couldn't imagine living on my own, away from family, but I think I could. I think I would be okay. I'm a solitary kind of girl. not that I don't like company now and again, I just appreciate nothingness time. when I don't have to think or speak or joke or smile or do anything really. only what I want to do.

which is nothing, because I am lazy.

man, I can't wait to get home. my fingers are cold. like they were on my ride home tonight.

my bike is broken! well, not really, but sort of. the brakes have decided to work all of the time instead of when I ask them to. I messed with them a little, but I was still pedaling against brake. it's not fun, especially when your derailleurs are out of alignment and your bike jumps out of gear every three seconds. I have bike problems like my sister has car problems.

you know what my problem is? well, the problem I have right now anyway. it is that: I put too much pressure on myself. whenever I go to write something for a class, I freeze up and cannot do it. nevermind that I could probably write a decent essay without that much effort expended. nevermind that it doesn't really matter in the run that is long. I just can't bring myself to write. it's terrible really, I used to like writing. I think all those rp's have killed it. the pressure to reply but make it good, you know? it's so stupid. I can hardly force myself to write in bleedin' french class, for goodnesses' sake. I always think of a sentence, and then remind myself that I have no idea how to say it in french, and that it is perfectly acceptable for me to sound like a third grader in compositions.

day old day old day old blue-hoos. <---man you should listen to kings of leon if you don't, they are sex on fire (a song title of theirs, I did not make that up)

man I really can ramble. writing here doesn't matter, or at least I have convinced myself it doesn't matter. no, I've got it; I am perfectly comfortable writing in class as well, little stories I know I won't finish. I guess I just hate writing when someone else is involved. that sounds so stupid, I hate that it's true. I mean, I know there are technically people who might read this maybe, but that doesn't really matter to me, because if you are reading something titled 'here lies a rambly ramble' then you know what you're getting into and deserve what you receive. so there.

it is almost christmas! this is exciting. I got a job so I could get some presents for the fam and I am so ready for them to be opened even though I have not wrapped them yet. I love wrapping presents man. why is that? and every year, I always manage to screw one up, usually by not cutting enough paper. then I have a little scrap of paper that is slightly less useless than a useless thing, but only slightly. so I put it in the wrapping box just in case, even though I know it is slightly less useless than a useless thing.

you know what's weird? I have moved a lot in my life. I never thought I would. it's weird to not have a sense of home. like when I was in 8th grade, and I lost my id, and I didn't buy a new one for a week. I was adrift in a sea of 8th graders, without an identity. haha! that is ridiculous.

man, jeph, will you update already so I can do my work and stop rambling at my flist, they will want to kill me when it is monday morning and they have to scroll ten million years to get past this post. (I love transferring my problems to other people, it relieves the pressure) WHY JEPH WHY 

you know who is awesome? everyone. but especially the following people: james roday, dule hill, john campbell, hugh laurie, robert sean leonard, stephen colbert, john krasinski, josh frees, edward gorey, danielle burns, steph burns, tracy burns, henry, rod, nph, jason segel, seth rogen, bill effin hader, full ammo improv, out  of hand entertainment, etc, etc.  so yeah, everyone.

augh. he hasn't updated yet. I have not run out of things to ramble about but I will shut up now. this has gone on too long!


much love, smiles, happiness, go watch psych and read some webcomics and get some SLEEP already,
amanda