I know it's tuesday, and I'm imagining that some of you were looking forwards to the next UC, but I have a test tomorrow I really need to prepare for, so it'll be a special wednesday edition.

Lack of motivation's got me down, uhuh.

OOh, yah, that disinterest has got me low....

Don't got much to say. except:

Ho hum.

I am still not at me best. However, I have found something that helps: The Village People. Seriously, how can you not be charmed?

I have been cruising youtube for excellent music videos. I think that from now until the end of university, instead of having a Daily 'Dote, it'll be a music video loaded with nostalgia and goodness.
And now to read a book.
I'm sorry I'm not saying more interesting things, but blogging pisses me off when I am in a mood like this and it makes me want to die.
Oh, one last thing, though: a link for Hermit (and anybody else) for Meet the Robinsons, which was actually surprisingly good. ENJOY

I missed a day.

Oops.

I've been reading the archives of my post, and I think I may be slighty manic-depressive. They seem to go in cycles of I-am-so-happy, normal, and God-my-life-sucks-I-have-no-friends.
Plus, several online tests (oh yes, very knowledgable sources) have said that I may have moderate bipolar disorder. I think I want something to be off in my head because then I have something to blame my troubles on.


Sigh.

Can you guess what I am feeling now? That's right, depressed. And it's extremely sunny and warm, so I can't blame the weather. And I'm going home in less than a week, so it can't be the futility of school.
I've been really tired.
I'll be back to normal tomorrow or the next day, I promise.





This is a fun thing: the tower of Babel, in honour of Marduk, in ancient Babylon.

UNIVERSITY COMMON

Masters glanced at his Rolex as he stepped into the elevator. Was it really already that late? His psychology prof was going to kill him.
Masters was a first year art major, and his science electives were not the most important thing to him. He was a sensitive, mysterious man with a European past - guys like him didn't do science.
As the doors were sliding shut, he heard a feminine voice call for him to hold the door. She sounded sexy, so he complied -- he was running late anyway.
As she slipped into the elevator car, he discovered his initial assumption was correct. She was brunette, rather tall, and was wearing a fabulous suit. Everything about her seemed planned for perfection. She smiled at him as she adjusted her collar, putting her briefcase on the floor.

"Twelfth floor, darling, if you wouldn't mind."

Masters immediately pushed the proper button, but only after the car began moving did he remember to press his own number.

"So, um, are you new here?" There was something about this woman that made him selfconscious and clumsy, feelings extremely foreign to him.

"Indeed I am. And I must say, this move was a good decision if you are any indicator of the quality of men here. You look delectable."

While extremely flattering, the compliment was kind of unnerving given the predatory gleam in her eye.
"Oh, uh, thanks. You look pretty nibble...able...HOT yourself."

She seemed to take a certain pleasure in his discomfort. As the elevator signalled their arrival at her floor, she swept her eyes over him. He felt sweat gather under his collar. The doors closed behind her and Masters gulped in a rather large serving of air. As intimidating as she was, he felt drawn to her. She was hot alright, but he couldn't help wondering -- what had happened to her eye, that she needed a patch to cover it?



Alright, so that is it. Shorter than usual, but there is a bonus -- I have casted the characters that have been introduced! Rejoice! It took forever, and there may still be some recasting. Way more respect for directors. It says something about how in-tune I am with my age group in that alot of the characters came from me resorting to stealing them from high-school type shows I've heard of.

Kassandra
Irene (picture the eyepatch)
Masters
Aureoll
Trisha

maaaaoooorrg

I feel like a cup of coffee left to mold on a radiator for two weeks. With dead bugs floating in it. Incidentally, true "bugs" are members of the order Hemiptera, and using the word as an umbrella term is incorrect.
I think I did fairly well on my english test. I am getting the post-test OMGs, but I felt confident while doing it, so I think it'll be okay.
UNIVERSITY COMMON will be along later, as I need a nap like my dog needs people. Alot.
MUCH LATER:
I am an idiot. Proof: I am still up, and it is 5 in the morning.
But I had a genious thought - over the summer, we shall form an invincible, monty python-esque group, make delicious skits, and put them on youtube. The skits should be similar to our wedding, perhaps even drawing upon the characters thereof.

Things are Changing

I have decided to get rid of the songs at the bottom of my blog. I think I was the only one that listened to them anyway, and they made everything lag annoyingly.

I have a test tomorrow, and I am not studying for it. I think the plan is to get up early, but I would still like to get some done tonight. Okay, after this I will study until midnight. And then go to bed, and it will be fantastic.

Recently, I've been watching a little bit of South of Nowhere. It's ridiculous. The acting and stories are all good and everything, it's just so frustrating. My standards are way too high and yet super low at the same time.

I think tomorrow's UC will be written from Masters' point of view. It will be exciting. Oh, and I almost forgot: I will be linking pictures and stuff to the characters - casting it, as you will - so people can share in the madness in my head.

9:48 PM: The Daily 'Dote
Cheesestrings taste like mystery delicious.


Mostly for Kes and me, but maybe we can make some converts:

Woohoo....

11:22 PM: The Daily 'Dote

Lemme tell yah, coffee + overtired + stress + For Good = A very pathetic Wulf.

Okay, introducing 1 more character. After this, I promise there will be actual advancement of the story.

UNIVERSITY COMMON

Feeling rather shaken after her encounter with Irene, Kassandra decided to go hide in the second floor den until dinner. Her plans of sulking alone were ruined, however, as she entered the room and saw it was already occupied. It was Trisha, the token African American character. Trisha was currently absorbed in killing some zombies on the state-of-the-art game system, but as Kassandra turned to leave, she called out and patted the floor next to her.

"Hey girl, have a seat. Ridding the word of the zombie menace can be quite cathartic."

Kassandra whirled around, surprised, and took a couple steps into the room.

"How...I'm not upset..."

"Sure you aren't. I can sense the mopey vibes from here, Miss Rich. Sit your ass down and grab a chainsaw, alright?"

Somewhat chastened, Kassandra stepped forward and sat down a respectable distance from Trisha and half-heartedly poked at a controller. Seeing this, Trisha hit pause and turned herself to sit directly in front of Kassandra.

"What's the deal, girl?"

Kassandra was not used to opening up to almost complete strangers -- it was unbecoming of a lady to confide in anyone other than her mother or hairdresser -- but she needed to talk to someone, and neither her mother nor Paolo was available.

"It's this girl who's moving in. Irene. She's my step-cousin, and she's absolutely dreadful. She had this whole inheritance scam a couple years ago, where she tried to get my grandfather to make her the sole beneficiary of his will."

"She sounds pretty greedy."

"You don't know the half of it. But all the rest of the family seems to have forgiven her for everything. But the rest of the family didn't..."

"Didn't what?"

"I...can't say. It's -- I got too involved. She didn't like it." She felt her eyes well with tears, and forced herself to hold them back. She had already cried too much over Irene.

"Did she do something?"

"I'm not going to talk about it. It's just going to be hard, you know? Having her around."

"Well you can come and talk to me anytime, girl."

"Why are you being so nice?" Kassandra was a little bit confused.

"Because you own where I live. I don't want to get evicted. And you seem kind of smart, for a rich blonde girl."

"Hey! I was on the honour roll."

"Teacher's pet, huh? I'm just teasin' you. You're cool, okay? Now c'mon, let's blast some zombies!"

And Kassandra did her best, mashing buttons in an attempt not to get killed. She felt better than she had all day; she had a new friend.

Mournful Sigh

Respond with your name and...
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. Everyone must write this on your blog too.

Yes, I am following in Joelle's footsteps.
So, no more classes for Wulfy! It will feel a bit odd after it has had time to settle in.

Augh. I had the most uncomfortable conversation with my mother the other day. We were talking about how well I thought I was going to do, and I said I thought I'd get 2 A range, a B, and a C. And then she was all like A C!?!?! And then suggested I get counseling.
Honestly mother, I'm all grown up now.
Sure, I don't have that much practical experience, but we'd both like to think you did a good job raising me. I'd like to get through one conversation without you telling me what I should do and bringing grades and/or a job into it. But that's all we ever talk about, and to be frank, I'm rather sick of it. Do we really have so little in common that all we can talk about is school? I am an interesting person, I think. But honestly, if we can't find other things to talk about, I don't think we can talk.
I'd like to talk about other things, like what I want for myself in the future, but I can't because she's so damn practical all the time. It's not "I want to be an actor" "Okay, let's get you an agent." It would be "You know you need to work really hard, and it doesn't earn that much money, and you're not exactly hollywood material. Shave your legs more, don't slump, you need more clothes. Have you got a job?" She doesn't seem to realise how much her opinion of what I do matters. All appearances to the contrary, I am a girl and she IS my mother. I think the reason I'm doing somewhat poorly in english is because it's my only way of rebelling. She wants me to be in english, and I don't think I do. But instead of changing my major, I stay in it and don't really try. But if I told her I find it boring and semi-useless, she'd just tell me to work harder, and that not everything can be fun all the time.
This seems to have turned into a rant. Oh well, sorry guys.
I kinda hope my mother doesn't find this, but at the same time, I do....

Anyway, no more classes! WOOHOO!

For the sake of posting.

Here's a little post about nothing. Except can people email me and tell me when their school finishes? Soon? Thankee!

8:54 PM: The Daily 'Dote
I think I'm going to bed, and I will study in the morning. It'll be great.



Here is an example of why Popular is so great. Youtube has allowed me to renew my obsession, which began years ago.

I am watching Transamerica!

I am not that far in, but it seems good to this point.
Maybe if my soap opera is amazing, I will send it in to a network, or producers, or whoever one sends ideas too. I think it's an original concept, soap-wise. I was just thinking the other day about how there are laods of tv shows about high schools and middle schools and people who are out in the workplace, but no television show that takes place in a university. I was pondering this, and I can't think of why this might be. Maybe because it's an optional thing, and there are people who don't do it, and thus it wouldn't apply to a broad enough market. But it's untapped! So much potential! So I will sell my idea eventually. If no one steals it. That would be a pity. But since it's on MY BLOG, I have proof if someone steals it! I am thinking way too much about this.
People really need to tell me what email they want information to be sent to. If I don't know, I won't send it to the right one, and then you'll miss out! ON AN AMAZING ADVENTURE! This means Jo, Rat, Nomad and Tyger.
Thankee!

9:01 PM: The Daily 'Dote
Ginger ale is not as incredible as I remember. I think now my only use for it will be drinking it flat when my tummy feels oogy. Mmm, trace amounts of ginger.

Last Day of Classes

Okay, so that isn't technically true, but it is friday, and there is the last class bash at the zoo (which means drunk people midafternoon), and next week there's only monday, so it counts.
I really don't know what to feel about this. Mostly I feel just fiiine. But there also seems to be a gaping hole in my chest. Which is odd, because I will be coming back here, and I am excited to go home. But I actually think I might love this place.

And just because, here's a nifty music video.