I can tell that, just from this past sunday, that this entire week is going down into the genetic shatter of all shatters.

It all began circa 2:00am with me wide awake with nothing to do. So, what do I do exactly? Make some Betty Crocker cake mix... and cook it in the microwave. It provides for an interesting... erm, texture. But most of the time not all of the bits are completely cooked. And I added one too many tablespoons of coffee to the mix so it was all nice and overtly bitter.

Got mild food poisoning from that for half a day.

Midday I wake up in the sweltering heat of my bedroom (and yes, it still get's insanely hot during the winter) and decided to go ahead and work on all that damned homework I should have touched Saturday. No such luck. One, it's too hot for me to concentrate so I'm constantly visiting lil Morpheus. Two, American Romanticist literature doesn't really grow on me. I much prefer the great leaders of the goth revival, thank you very much.

So the only homework I even remotely got finished was Japanese. Even then, that was only a mere smidgen of what I'll be doing to the final product. Blech.

Grandma is convinced that no one in the family actually eats her cooking. Instead we supposedly fill our plates and then dump them into the trash can when she goes upstairs or whatnot. Grrr.

The worst part of the entire day had to be church. Normally I find a bit of meditative calm and focus as I try not to doze off during the 20+ minute homely... but today was our first Advent mass. Which means that I have a small solo-ish part during the general intercessions. Which means that I have to sing out, especially since Frank is out of commission and Lee's vocal chords are dying (much like everyone else's).

To add insult to injury (my food-poisoned condition aside) NONE of the microphones were working properly so the choir could barely be heard. Thankfully I didn't blow up from all of the stress and frustration; I was took busy trying to calm any shaking nervousness from my hands and other limbs. Patty looked like she was about to blow up the sound system.

Luckily the night's been shaping up since then. I went over to two Borders and a B&N without spending more than $100. A first in several visits. Just came away with the essentials: two books on Asimov for American Lit., one copy of MetroSource and XY each, and the imported Sonic Sevens Ash compilation. Smile.

Finally figured out how to work that damned graphing calculator to displace scatter plots. Now physics homework will be much easier.

Having way too much fun with my digicam. And no, I will not be posting (most) of said photos for several reasons. Mainly: I don't want to waste page-space for something that's only mildly entertaining, and Mr. Steven already reigns supreme as the almighty sharing one.

Speaking of which, there's an article about gay boys and our need to blog in this month's issue of XY. Hrm, go figure.

... Well, that was unexpected. Sis is getting into electroclash. How the effing hell did she find out about my Chicks on Speed addiction!? (cough... pun fully intended, thank you...) Damned Elle magazines.