Already worrying about withdrawal symptoms...

I've got to take the bus to get home tomorrow. No way in hell I can do it otherwise.

And so I've got to face the prospect of bus travel. Specifically, packing to go on the bus.

Every single time I've taken the bus home, it's been the most annoying experience I've ever had. Usually, part of the stress was getting on the bus with all of my stuff. Because normally I have to pack to go home for extended periods of time, I've had to pack to go home for that amount of time.

Which generally means my big suitcase that manages to not only not carry that much, but take up space in the most awkward fashion imaginable. And it doesn't compress that much. My parents did not think this gift through very well when they got it for me, way back in the way back of time.

Luckily, this time I'm probably going to be able to go with just my backpack, and maybe my computer case. Which brings me to my title for this entry, because bringing my computer with me would mean carrying two bags. One with clothes, the other with my computer.

Only one of those is actually necessary for my survival this weekend. Even though there's plenty of stuff to do on the computer over the weekend. I just... I really feel like I should just bring my clothes, Moby Dick, and maybe a notebook or something.

Except I suppose I need the computer with me. I don't know.

It may be the only thing keeping me sane. Seriously, I'm going insane. Or maybe I'm just turning normal, who knows. All I know is that I've managed to find myself not bored to tears at the end of my American Novel class every single time. Okay, usually I'm a little bored at the end, but somehow... Okay, as a measure, the teacher usually plans to give the class a break at the hour mark in a 1h45m class. Now, since I don't have a watch, I consistently wait for this break, and it often doesn't come. But here's the kicker; when the end of class comes, I usually assume that we've reached that 1-hour mark. I'm a little bored, but bored for 1 hour of literature class, not for the 1 hour and forty-five minutes. That's a huge difference for me.

It's actually kind of similar in my Comedy class, but I'm pretty sure the teacher ends class early. Sometimes I notice it in my Poetry and Drama classes, at least if I'm not part of the discussion in any great way.

I think I may have figured out why I fixate on one particular girl at a time. But I don't particularly want to discuss it. I'll just say that the mental mechanism can backfire and suddenly I've developed a crush on every girl I've spoken to over the past month.

I'm not saying things are like that, but I'd be really scared of myself in any kind of relationship as I think about it...

I need to do my laundry.

So, tomorrow I'm heading home for the weekend, probably getting back to Boston on Sunday. Gotta caucus, seeing as my mom's kind of running my hometown's caucus. It's going to be uncomfortable. It might be tedious. I see some long and otherwise pointless debating going on. It's going to bother me.

However, I've also got to do my laundry tonight some time, so I'm not spending my morning doing that, and maybe I can work out tomorrow instead. And I could even pack up tonight before I even go to sleep.

Of course, there is some kind of discussion going on in my room that I probably don't want to interrupt for a little bit.

I should probably mention to my roommate that I'm going to be gone for the weekend. Maybe I'll get to it before this ends up imported to my facebook and I don't have to tell anyone.

Which brings me to how, since the point at which I started this blog, the facebook importing software has improved so that it now actually imports just a few hours after I post, rather than all at once every time I attempt to import.

I'm considering turning that feature off, just because I turned it on thinking it'd be less efficient. Effecient.

Yeah, I don't know how that word is spelled at this point. I'm so bored.

Next Thursday, at this time, I'll be in a stupor. Possibly. Who knows, I might just be mildly inebriated.

You'd think I'd get angrier about something else...

But what's pissed me off more than anything else that's happened to me recently is the fact that my glasses fell apart for no good reason. I think a screw came loose, and I don't have the technology to screw it back in. It resulted in a lense falling out.

Now I don't have glasses until I figure something out. I'm notoriously bad at finding out stuff like this out. I can come up with theories for the universe, hell, come up with entire workable universes, but I can't come up with a theory to fix my glasses.

I'd buy a repair kit, but it still doesn't address how that particlar screw managed to come loose right now...

Oh, and...

I decided to shave my beard after classes today.

It was getting to the point where I was obsessively stroking it. And when I wasn't, I was keenly aware of its existence.

Basically, whenever I'm keenly aware of a particular style choice of mine, I have to change it. I can't get comfortable if I'm constantly noticing it.

Meanwhile, I have to read a bunch of Moby Dick by tomorrow afternoon.

Hopefully, I'll get enough of it done to be able to go to the gym tomorrow. Though my back is still sore from Monday, so that might not happen anyway...

I have made a huge mistake...

Okay, I might not have made a huge mistake, but I can't shake the feeling that the s**t is about to hit the fan. And then splatter all over me and no one else.

To make a metaphor almost look analogous to something, I was playing this dominoes-based flash game where I guess the objective was to make sure every piece was properly connected. They never really explained what was going on in it, but basically, I ended up with one piece that I couldn't connect anymore, because I'd put myself in a corner where I couldn't fit another domino before I'd figured this out.

So when I say that I think I'm in trouble, I'm thinking this kind of situation, where I've backed myself into a corner without really knowing what I was doing.

Seriously.

Take the last train to Clarksville...

So apparently I used the word "adverts" in my previous entry. I'm sure it sounded correct at the time, but looking back on it... Well, frankly, I want to punch myself, but it wouldn't make much difference because I don't want to punch myself now, but while I was writing that, or before.

So right now, I'm sitting around trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to write not only a fake presentation on what has now become the human genome project, but also use that project to make one of my characters be a narcisstic douchebag.

It's harder than it looks, because I've probably got to have at least one character who did the research. And I haven't actually done the research.

I'll try to see if I can get someone to help me out in class later.

Which, unfortunately, I just realized happens to be in a half-hour, so I probably shouldn't be lollygagging. So I guess I won't be able to explain the almost-sex dream I had last night. It's kind of funny in hindsight, but it was awkward to wake up from...

If you want it, come and get it...

I used to use random lines off the top of my head for my subject lines in my livejournal, but later on I started just using whatever line had just been sung in whatever song I happened to be listening to.

I'm in a bit of a video game slump. I can't get my hands on a Wii. They don't have any. Anywhere. And I can't play my gamecube, because, well, I actually haven't been able to use the tv in our suite since my return from vacation. I've snuck in a couple of hours of television, but for the most part, it's entirely been movies and XBox360 since the beginning of the semester.

All I've got is Final Fantasy 12: Revenant Wings. Which is actually a really cool game. It's hard as f*** (I've got google adverts down at the bottom of the page, and they may very well start paying me for them sometime, so I'm using clean language), but it's good. I knew that when I was finding the first chapter to be too hard for me. It's been like that ever since; I end up stuck on a level that's particularly hard for me.

I got a player's guide for it much earlier than I normally do, for this exact purpose. Though, unfortunately, even that manages to get a couple of levels wrong.

Evilly wrong.