Call me crazy, but...

I just can't seem to stay away! Blogging is so damned addictive! And even when my life seems to be forming a black-hole-like vaccuum of total suckage and doom around my general viscinity, I still feel compelled to sign on and yammer inanely. And insanely. Which most of you seem not to mind, or oddly enough actually seem to enjoy, so yay.

In any case, I still bear a striking resemblance to Mopey, Angsty, Pissy, Bitchy and several other melancholy dwarfs (except that I'm, ya know, tall). However, I seem to be emerging, at least partially, from my funk... mostly out of necessity, because I was ceasing to be able to function academically, an affliction which can have particularly disastrous effects at this school (which has been referred to as "the bootcamp of academia"). Also, my friends were getting intensely annoyed with my whining, so I figured I should start dealing and stop bitching... moping is essential sometimes, but when it continues indefinitely, it can get pretty old. I've been on the receiving end of some pretty extended mopes, and it hasn't been especially fun, so I decided I didn't want to inflict the same unfunness upon my friends.

I am determined to get over my crush on CandyGirl. It won't be easy, because the more I get to know about her, the more appealing she becomes to me, but I must move on. I honestly would still love to be her friend, but awkwardness due to horrifically humiliating circumstances may preclude that. We shall see. I think she may have signed up for one or two of the classes I'm taking next semester, so there may be some get-to-know-you opportunities. And even if I'm not over her by then, I can probably at least convince her that I am, which would eliminate a great deal of the unspoken awkwardness (or what I like to call "the giant lesbian elephant in the room").

My party plans for the weekend fell through, due in part to a huge-ass bio assigment that's due next week, and in part to the 3 1/2-hour drive each way. It's just too long a trip for a one-day visit. In any case, I'll get to see her over Thanksgiving break. Speaking of which, I received a highly amusing, though ill-advised coming out suggestion from my friend this morning: she thinks I should do it at Thanksgiving dinner by saying, "I'm thankful for boobies," when we go around the table and do the lame "I'm thankful for..." thing. Somehow, I don't think that would go over so well. Granted, it would be fucking hilarious, and the prospect of an ensuing food fight is a tempting one (smacking my sister upside the head with a turkey leg has always been an idle fantasy of mine... she hates poultry). But despite the bad-teen-movie-like potential of the situation, I believe I shall refrain. Discretion is key in such delicate matters, and projectile gravy just doesn't seem appropriate for the occasion. Or does it??

ANYWAY, my weekend will now consist of a lot of research and paper-writing, an outing with the newspaper staff to see "The Incredibles" at a decent movie theater (for which we must travel over an hour) on Saturday, and a visit to "Mug Night" at a local bar on Sunday, because my freshman dorm is hosting a kind of reunion there (we all bonded that year over the fact that they put us up in a motel about a mile away from campus, because they found asbestos while rennovating our dorm). So the weekend won't be all work and no play -- more like mostly work and some play. Which I guess I can deal with. I just wish I had a date. It's been awhile.

Sigh.

All in good time, I suppose...

p.s. Happy 19th birthday to my little sister (who does NOT have the address for this blog, but I still feel compelled to give a shout-out)... may her maturity finally catch up with her age!