Hello everone. I haven't been posting, yes?

I am convinced there is some source of Karma out in the world, as how stars are sources of all that yummy radiation, and that it's not inclined to show me the love. I have what I feel is the metaphorical anti-ozone-layer, where all the bad stuff is getting through and the rest of it is bouncing away.

I have reached that state where I am just kind of trundling along, hoping not to get hit by asteroids in that vague, unemotional way you have when you know it's going to happen anyway.

I'm not sure if this sounds funny or just pathetic. Take your pick I guess. I was aiming for funny but I fear the funny comes after my midterms.

I do not remember if I mentioned this in my LJ, but I have exactly one, two midterms and one quiz on monday. at 8:30am, 10:30 am and 12:30 pm. This was somethig I've been aware of for about 10 days, so I had plans.

Of course, plans to study in advance were shot down by the realization that I had other things to do for my classes before the weekend. Labs: a major contributor to that pain-in-the-ass detail. I actually managed to study Thursday, despite the fact that there were about 30 people standing right outside my room for probably 4 hours. Friday night I spent a significant amount of my time feeding the hungry gullets of all my physics classmates Who Didn't Get the Homework. Lucky me, ahaha, I was the only person of all the people I know who had thought ahead enough to (1)Do as much of it as I could in advance and (2) go beg the TAs for help BEFORE the final hour. I am usually the opposite kind of person.

You would think the helping other people with homework would earn me some points, let me tell you. But it seems God or the Karma star or whoever is running this show decided I needed a little more stress in my life.

About the time I finished helping my Physics buddies, I tried to open up my BioE application essay that I had just modified by about half, and Word ate it. No document restore, my jump drive had only the really old copy. So I typed it up from the slightly less old hard copy that I (luckily) had. I have hatred in my heart toward Word now, and am backing up my documents for about the 3rd time today.

So I got done with that (2 hours later,) and the next antiKarma particle hit.

I was standing at the sink in the bathroom at about 1:30 in the morning, washing my teeth and brushing my face and doing all sorts of things with cucumber extract. I noticed that my glasses, sitting on the counter, had been bent out of shape. Naturally I try to bend them back. I was being gentle, I know, so it just must have been their time: The bridge snapped off the right lens. I cursed for a while, trying to figure out how to use superglue while blind (my fingertips and desktop suffered to no small extent). Finally I went crying to Ryan, who, being God, and I guess feeling a little sorry for me, came over with his spares and we made arrangements to go to Lenscrafters in the morning. I staggered around with double vision for another hour and a half or so, but that was a plus because before I hadn't been able to see walls at all. Two is most definitely better than zero.

Kids, learn this lesson before you end up needing to try it: Krazy Glue has absolutely no affect on the sticking power of snapped metal.

So this morning I got up at an ungodly 7:30 7:50, called my mom to ask for money, called Ryan when he didn't show up ("my alarm failed"). Turns out the Lenscrafters didn't open until 9:30, but since we were already with car we went to breakfast and talked about the sex lives of college students. I had blueberry pancakes.

I got my new glasses at 11:00 (after enduring endless antagonizing by said God--who can prove his status through math--and frequently being assured that he mocks because he loves), and made it back to campus at 11:30. I missed almost 2 hours of the biology study session I was supposed to go to (bastards) and made up for it by yawning and being incoherant once I arrived.

I came back to the dorm. I took a short nap, and have been trying to study since about 4 pm. Not working, as is obvious.

I think what I really, really need is a large blunt weapon and some harpies. There were two in the elevator (fascinated by glowing buttons) that would have done nicely. Or a massage. A massage would be really nice.