Oh yes. I've been a very very bad boy. In more ways than I'd like to share at the given moment, but still...

Winter Formal is coming up and I'm taking applicants to be my date... ha ha. At the moment, no date geared up for the event (which is a measily month away... shite) so I'll most likely fly solo or travel with the pack. Randy and Haley offered to take me with, but I'll be damned if I end up being the third wheel. It was hard enough being the third-fourth-fifth wheel fer chrissakes. And if I ask the boy I'm thinking of asking, I know that it'll be flat-out rejection. Then evil awkwardness will ensue; he's straight (as far as I know) and he sits right next to me in another class. Erm... yeah.

I smell a recipe for disaster.

And thanks to castrato-esque ribcage expanses, I'll never be able to pull of the skinny-emo-boy look that I claim to hate but secretly find adorable. Not sexy in the least bit (minus my general attraction to anyone with a willowy figure) but cute none the less.

I've been letting my hair grow out. And there's been a distinct absence of hair product in it. Flavey thinks it's uber-sexy (and I'd disagree), and sis wants me to let it grow until it flips out in the back. Uhh... no. It's bad enough that the freshmen this year are snapping to the emo look already. It took me two years before I tried it out like this. Yech.

At some point I'll have to direct a Flowbee at my unrully hair.

Art projects are coming along well... albeit they're going to kill me in the long run. My sketchbook isn't too much of a concern for me... yet... but the damned AIDS Show piece is due this monday. I'll have to finish the majority of it this Saturday, but it'll be a mad dash to get that and my other homework done.

At least I'm not insane like Andrea. She's making a nice 13'x13'x5' bowl and spoon piece and she hasn't finished her spoon yet. It's about 6 ft. long and, since she's paper mache-ing it, it looks like a massive sperm/shit get up. Yep, brown butcher paper will do that. Hopefully some bastard won't come up and wreck her setup in the basement, but I know that the janitors are eyeing the thing with malicious intent.

I have to present in Psychology today, and I have an unofficial Pride Alliance meeting at the library during lunch. Goddamn Holiday Market came up entirely too fast this year. Grr. I'll have to tell Bobby and Philip to step things up. And make sure that people attend the next meeting... albeit right before Thanksgiving break, but still...

Stress levels are rising and I can't go to sleep again because I already got it earlier today. Yep, I've lost all discipline that I once had.

Slash fics are the bane of my busy schedule.

Damned be all the people back in Arizona who shot down my initial love of Fiona Apple. I've been listening to her music again and... damn. I've been missing out. Her music is unexpectedly sensual and jazzy/blues-esque.

I'm beginning to think that taking Psychology was a major mistake. It's a fun class and all, but I'm only learning because I want to learn. It's not challenging at all (save group projects which always try my patience with the entire human species) and I could be furthering my film/photography studies. Tch.

Parents got the Filipino Channel. Sis and I are constantly oscillating between laughing and cringing at its sheer obsurdity. Pinoy music videos should never be aired, dammit.

I've had an insane lack of coffee.

The weather's definitely affecting my ability to function. I hate wanting to hibernate.

And I'm redoing the new layout (again) for when I move over to the Duck's server. But don't ask me to do it now. I'm too busy readying myself for my group's presentation.

Maybe next year I won't run for club president. Or any office for that matter. Ergh.