haha. just now i was working on a story for my fiction writing class when i became suddenly aware of all the paragraph widows, and my first thought was " I WILL HAVE TO REWRITE THIS SO IT FITS!!!!" ....before i realized that this isn't a typography class, and no one in my fiction class even knows what widows are, and it's ridiculous to change a story to make a microsoft word doc look good.

fyi widow is a typography term that means a lone word at the end of a paragraph. it is a very, very bad thing in typography. it is drilled into us to annihilate all widows through adjustments of leading, kerning, and extra words.

oh, the perils of a dual degree in writing and graphic design.

i think you actually have to know what this all means to find this amusing.... i need graphic design geek friends.

i've been going through a phase where i really, really want to believe in god and the bible and all that crap, but obviously i still believe it is all crap or i wouldn't have written that.

i've read genesis and am making my way through exodus but it keeps making less sense to me the more i study it, rather than more like many of the born agains claim it will. i cannot even fathom how people living in 2009 could possibly believe in this stuff, which is unnerving because so many people believe in it and i want to be able to understand too.

basically every non-atheist i've talked to about religion stresses how important religion and their belief in whatever god is to them. my mom once told me that living your life without god is sad, because sometimes you need there to be one. i think that's definitely true. which is why the human mind finds it attractive to believe in them. but spirituality? what compels people to do things in the name of god, sometimes beautiful, wonderful works of art or even really terrible violent acts.

i want to know and understand. but actually i think it's more about believing. religion is fascinating.






...this is how i procrastinate now. wow, college.

look, i am writing in futura on lj, and this is most satisfying.

haha is this what i use this lj for now?

edit: HOLY SHIT I JUST CHANGED MY WHOLE FONT TO GILL SANS. AWESOME. i am a font dork. also redid the layout for funsies, this is such great procrastination.

wow it's a friday and i am sooooo fuckin bored.

here's to stuff hapening only after 11 in ny.

YOU ARE A MAGICAL BEAST.

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Tell me anything you want,
any old lie will do,
just call me back,
back to you.

i have no real reason to post here besides that i got very little sleep and all work and no play makes for very bad decisions.

altho it doesn't sound like it, this is a thought entirely unrelated to the previous sentence. have you ever done anything that, after it's over, you can't believe you just did? not in a "i regret this" sense, but in a way "was that really me? did that really happen?" sense.

the downside of suite bathrooms: i have to pee really bad and someone's in the shower.

Yes, there was poo on both of those when I got back to college yesterday. It belonged to a sly member of the rodent family.

thankfully a mouse, not a rat.

the poo on the bed is gone because i did 3 loads of bedding laundry today but the poo in the slippers is still there cuz we don't own a vacuum. i'm buying a dustbuster tomorrow. i did pretty much soak the slippers and a bag i had on the floor by them (was too afraid of the mess that might be inside to look) in lysol so at least they're mostly sterile.


it's interesting because the unfortunate bedding discovery was made shortly after a Big Deal, Really Stressful event in my life which is inappropriate for the public domain but that i handled really well. the boyfriend commented on this, how i went to pieces over mouse poo and totally owned the other situation. it's true, and it happens a lot.

that's probably good, though. when i have to, i handle anything!

i love college break because the parents are both at work during the weekdays, and the little brothers are both at school, and the older brother sleeps until dinnertime, so basically i can just sit around naked on the computer.

i want an apartment to do this in EVERYDAY!

UGHHHHHHH. i want to sleeeeeep but i feel so grosssss for no reason in particular. i can't sleep when i feel this gross.

it's probably because i had complete shit instead of dinner but that was like 6 hours ago so wtf.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

i contemplate cleaning my room but that's too hard, i just sort of want to lie in bed. but when i lie in bed i feel gross. WHATTTTTTTT.

why do my LJ posts consist largely of typed noises and drawn-out consonants or vowels? fuck my life.

such a manufactured holiday, shouldn't be we thankful every day? that we're not like the homeless littering the NYC streets, or the mothers in Mumbai grieving over their murdered children. instead of meditating on our place in the world, we watch a parade. good thing for my conscience that i don't really have too much of one.

however, this holiday does give me a good opportunity to steal grey goose from the alcohol table while the family gathering's downstairs and sip it in my room while rereading deathly hallows. LOL MY LIFE.