I am now an official graduate of the class of 2002, with a Bachelor's Degree in Creative Writing with an additionel major in Psychology from Carnegie Mellon University.

Screw this place! I'm graduating!

Aaaaaand that takes care of my final exam for gender Psych.

Next up, an exam in Abnormal Psych! Whee.

So. Weekends.

This was Carnival weekend. Carnival is a huge production around here -- fraternities, sororities, campus organizations all take over the dorm parking lot and construct huge booths. These are really unbelievable affairs, all things considered, when a lot of effort is put into them. And then there're actual carnival rides, and all sorts of events and so forth. Fun stuff. Now, the upshot of all this is I got Friday off... or did I?

Friday. I went in to work. My boss wasn't there, so I slept till 12:30, then went home. In all truthfulness, I'm not into the Carnival scene much, so -- home it was. And I spent a reasonably nonproductive evening at home, and enjoyed myself.

Saturday was fun! I slept till 1, missed tigerphoenix online, and so went to hang out with cyfis and siliconrose. We hit Carnival a little, then went down the Library, and spent a good fifteen minutes just enjoying the pretty pretty day. Then off to get sandwiches for dinner, and a fun free-form role-playing session. (Say, did we still want to hit the Science Museum?)

Today was sitting around! I find I'm enjoying that more these days. Lest restlessness and fidgetyness on my part. Of course, that may just be a factor of having gotten out on Saturday. I don't know.

Much fun was had by all, or at least I'm of the opinion that it's so. The lessons we've learned?
Birds building nests are incredibly cute, but talking ravens are distrubing.
Sephigeezer is not a bad guy anyone can take seriously, and Geezeroth is much worse.
Gold Chocobos rule Chocobo Racing.
It's very easy to scar me for life.
Conversely, I have a sick, sick mind. :)
When your roommate leaves bass on at ludicrous volumes, check his room. Chances are, he's not there.
I like being happy.

It's hot.

But it's also shorts weather. And remember, I'm on a college campus.

Life is gooooooood.

Sitting here, watching my ping times grow. 2 seconds, 3 seconds, 4... I wonder what my roommates are doing that keeps it so high? I wonder why they aren't shot on violations of the DSL Fair Usage agreement...

Life favors the jerks.

So for a long time now, I've had to put up with my roommate blasting music into my room in the middle of the night. The other day, I finally got sick of it, and e-mailed my RA, asking him to please enforce the quiet hours.

My RA writes back, says he's going to see if it's a problem. I write back, saying it is. He writes back, saying it's not, despite the fact that it's a clear violation of the quiet hours. He offers to mediate.

I say no, and explain that my roommates would not agree to anything that they're not doing already, since they have no reason to, and furthermore they would make my life hell if they had a reason -- such as me dragging them into mediation.

He writes back offering to mediate.

I explain that mediation won't work, and that I've been suffering from this for 44 consecutive days, and would he please stop it before I do something drastic.

He writes back, offering to mediate. Then he gets the CA involved.

I ignore the CA and *again* explain to him that mediation WON'T WORK.

He writes back, saying that it's not a problem, and that he wants to talk to me because he's concerned about how frustrated I am.

Sick of this whole process, I ignore. So he gets the housefellow involved. Housefellow says, "Okay, you won't mediate, so move."

I write back explaining that moving will just make the situation worse, mediation WON'T WORK, and that I'm so damn sick of this whole process that I'd prefer to just drop the whole damn thing.

Housefellow says, oh no, we're not dropping this until I'm satisfied you won't kill your roommates. Oh yeah, and your RA was doing his job entirely right. Oh yeah, and you've completely misinterpreted quiet hours -- you can't complain about excessive noise coming from your own room, no matter how loud it is. So meet with me, or I'll make you meet with me.

I write back explaining, in GREAT DETAIL, why mediation won't work, why moving will just make things worse, and that the only damn reason I'm frustrated any more is that I'm being hassled to death, and that going back to just putting up with the noise would be heaven in comparison.

Of course, I'm already well aware that it isn't going to work... I'm going to get dragged into a damn stupid meeting with the damn stupid housefellow so he can play pop psychologist and evaluate how likely I am to harm my roommates.

Five bucks says he classifies me as some sort of serious threat and forces me to move.

Aaaaaargh.

Ho-hum... I wonder who's calling at.... eight o'clock? That's awful early for someone to call. I'll just go back to sleep --

Wait a minute.

Monday. Work. Class.

AAAAAAAARGH!

My boss is an idiot. Forgetting I work today? Fine by me -- I'll just sit here and get paid for updating LJ.

Why is the online academic audit giving mer grief? Why isn't it using my classes to fill requirements? Did I miss something here? I guess I'll have to go to the English office and make sure I'm not goinmg crazy.

I better be graduating.

Dragon's done with finals!

Video games and roleplaying, here I come!

So... I just posted three essays, written for my essay class.

If you feel like being helpful, read them and comment? I always appreciate input, and these are essentially my final paper.

If you feel like you want to get to know me better, read' em. And comment, 'cuz you read 'em.

READ 'EM! READ 'EM! AAAAH!

For my Psych class: one 8+ page paper, which I have literally no clue what to do about. Due 12/11.

For my Reformation class: One 10+? 15+? page paper on Paradise Lost. Due 12/14?

For my screenplay class: One 45-60 page script. Due 12/14?

For my essay class: 35+ pages of polished essays. Due 12/14.

For my internship: 2 academic journals, one exit interview. No specific due date.

It's finals time...

Off to my internship.

Wish me luck.

One of my roommates has decided that once again, his minor wants outweight my major needs, and so here I am unable to sleep for loud music blaring through my walls.

Time to spin up heavy metal CDs and leave them on all night. I'm out of options except to torture them right back.

I'm so tired...

I'm all about tolerance, fairness, consideration, and respect.

I'm more than willing to make concessions in the name of consideration. Hell, I make concessions on a regular basis to people who don't deserve them at all. I'm pretty much a doormat.

But when people consciously choose to make me miserable for negligible benefit to themselves -- oh, say, by keeping me up past three in the morning just to have a conversation? -- that's going a bit too far.

"Noise doesn't stop just because you want it to." "It's college. People have lives." Yes, and so do I, by the way, and it's crumbling at the seams because I spend half my time at work or in class falling asleep! What am I supposed to tell them? My roommates won't let me sleep? That's hardly a valid medical excuse.

Once again, I find myself skillfully maneuvered into a position of misery from which there is no escape. Add onto that my friends, who have completely disappeared and, well, I'm not too thrilled with life right now.

Last night I was sitting here merrily staring at the screen bored out of my skull when my (new) roommate, who was packing his suitcase, drops it suddenly, jumps back, and starts yelling.

Apparantly he had brought a King-Sized Cockroach into the room with his suitcase, and it was crawling around inside his clothes. I handed him a poking stick, and he prodded the cockroach out, where it promptly disappeared. He found it a few minutes later in his shoe.

Noticing that he seemed more afraid of it than vice versa, I go to look. I take the stick from him as he starts babbling about how much he hates bugs, especially cockroaches. I whack the bag the cockroach is hiding under and send it scurrying into the empty closet.

"Let's just never open that closet again," my roommate says, proposing to shove a plastic bag under the door so it can't escape and will starve. Fat chance, says I -- I don't want it to escape. (And at this point, I'm angry at it for evading me.)

Brandishing the poking stick, I fling the door open and start jabbing at the cockroach. He was a fast little bugger, though, and I literally had to bat him back into the closet at one point. A quick sweep of the stick disabled it, and with one (old) shoe, I sent it to Cockroach Hell.

The lesson here? Dragons can beat Cockroaches hands down, any day of the week.

Housing is screwing up, of course. I'm more than ready to move out of this room and into my summer room, but despite the fact that it's empty and should have been inspected and ready by now, I've heard nothing.

This probably means my move will occur next week on Wednesday. After work, giving me about five hours in which to accomplish the entire thing. Feasible, yes. But it means that I'll be doing it after a hard day's work, and my summer roommate will almost certai;y have taken the best bed, desk, dresser, etc. by the time I get there.

Oh well. It's more than worth it to be free of this lazy ass. Most of this week he was still asleep when I got in at noon for lunch. Today he just decided to sleep now. How on earth did any of his genes manage to survive several thousand years of evolution? Why didn't his ancestors starve to death?

So I've started going in to work at 8:30. This is just for the next couple of days, and then I start going in at 8. Ewwww.

Spent most of the morning moving furniture around. Move desks to here. Move cabinet to here. The worst part is knowing that I'll have to just move it all again, because it's just a temporary place. Put a giant hole in the wall, too, which was pretty cool. It wasn't my fault -- my idiot crewmates abandoned me just as the cabinet started falling over.

So here I've been awake and productive for the past four hours. I come back for lunch and my fat lazy roommate is still asleep. We went to bed at the same time last night. I guess this goes to show that there's no justice in the world.

I need to call WQED Pittsburgh and ask the name of their internship director. That's important so I know who to address the cover letter there. I'm planning on getting an intership there this fall if at all possible. They cover TV, radio, magazines -- I'm sure I can fit in somewhere. WQED, I should note, is the birthplace of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.

Off to make that call, and then get myself some frickin' food!