I'm graduating... and soon. Like three weeks I think. I'm going to have a degree in "get a day job".
Graduating college, for those of you who haven't done it, is dangerous. Senor year is probably your hardest yet, and its the one with the least motivation driving it. I mean, I'm graduating, what are they going to do, withhold my damn diploma.
Yes, thats exactly what they can do.
I'm looking at two research papers, a final manuscript of all my work, two more drafts of one story, one more draft of another. Really, par for the course at the end of the year. But this year, I don't wanna. I just want to get my diploma and get a crap job.
Geez. What to they expect? Me to actually work hard?
So, it's been awhile since I posted anything. I figured with my one reader, it wouldn't actually be a very big deal. It turns out I was wrong! My little sister started bugging me to update. On the one hand, this is a good thing. I mean, I just doubled my readership right there! One the other, I'm already disappointing them. Sad.
Anyway, here is what I've been spending my online time doing (well this and watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer)...
It's called Order of the Stick and it is amazing. So the characters are rudely animated. So what if they run away a lot, and so what if the rogue's stray hair looks a bit like a scar. This comic has meta-gaming at it's finest. Well, not exactly meta-gaming, more like jokes about meta-gaming. Still, if Shakespeare was a nerdy web comic writer, I think jokes about skill checks and character sheet checking whilst playing would be his new guy-playing-a-girl-disguised-as-guy plot line.
Hell if you aren't, do it anyway. It might convince you to join a world of make believe that I find sexy and cool. Bring on the Cheetos covered fingers boys, and the ink blotted character sheets. I'll bring the shiny d20's. (Guess what guys, she's single).
Also, if you really love me, you will buy me the "I killed a PC and all I got was this T-Shirt" T-Shirt from CafePress. I know you really love me. I feel it in my bones.
I have a roommate. I may have mentioned her.
Before we lived together, me and this person were friends. We weren't close or anything. Didn't share a toothbrush. She seemed normal, but I liked her, she bought me a plastic ninja sword for my 21st birthday. A plastic ninja sword says a lot about a person.
Then we moved in together. It's possible she is the wierdest person I have ever met. She likes "booty shaking" music and Dance Dance Revolution. But I think the most endearing thing about her is THE laugh. It's not her regular laugh. It is a loud ceaseless cackle that not only sounds ominus and insane, but it takes you with it. When she laughs this way, I laugh too. I can't stop. I literally roll on the floor.
It's dangerous. I'm sure she could kill me with that laugh. I am helpless to it.
The moral of the story: you never know someone until you live with them... and they start plotting to kill you.
(As a side note, I absolutely love my roommate. Wouldn't trade her for the world)
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