My schedule next term (not well-formatted). As tentative as these things always are. I’ve managed to keep my 10th hours free every day, at least, which gives me a bit of breathing space before the evening activities. I hate computer science block-classes. I very much did not want a first-hour class due to my newfound sleepiness, but some schedule clusterfuckery meant I didn’t get the sections I wanted. I could change now, particularly now that my roomie is going away to Texas for an awesome co-op with a big calculator-making company (!!!) during winter term. I could steal her space in the class I wanted, but the change in scheduling…

That’d be the writing bug. I’m not nearly so efficient as Elf (but then, who is?), as I only managed 662 words in the forty minutes I took this morning to write, but they were the first 662 words, and once I get started, I can ramble for days. But now I want to shuck homework to write. Bad Lissa. I haven’t done it, as I’m hoping for some quality writing time either Friday night or Saturday morning (or both, depending on social events occuring, or not), where I can cough up some of these ideas running in circles in my brain (I’m not, by any means, an organized writer).…

Two of my profs, back to back, used brand-new dry erase markers in class. Now I have a headache, my tummy hurts, and I’m curiously exhausted, despite the fact that I got a decent amount of sleep last night. My Comp Arch team and I had a shit-ton of fun cussing out professors during our meeting this evening. We also requested an extension from our prof so that we can actually have some time to do a good job on this particular milestone. We are so close to having a very good processor, but having to turn in something shitty this week could hurt our grade unduly. Unduly because we’re…

BlogWorks is acting up. It just ate my post about my Windows Hackery and FTP scripting fun. Grr. I hope it’s not gagging on the number of posts I have… that could be bad.

NaNoWriMo starts in less than five minutes. I signed up this morning. Will I make time or have inspiration to write? I don’t know. But I do know that only once have I tried creative writing, and I enjoyed the little I did before the project got squashed. I still have that damn novel outline. (Is it cheating to write a character much like yourself? Methinks so.) Of course, that was over four years ago, with Eddie. Much fun. But I’mma write like nobody’s watching. No plans to publish, no plans to allow peeking, just me, my music, and my crazy-ass thoughts and imagination, at least somewhat freed from the…