If I had to live without my mp3 player at this point, I'd die.

So, my crazy on-again off-again friend, who had for the past four years been entertaining herself elsewhere with booze and drugs, has figured on me as the single axis upon which her social life turns. And in the process is nipping off my checkbook.

Anyway, my room needs repainting, and so does my door. And I need a lock on that fucker. HAH, I know what I'm doing tomorrow. Beginning operations on getting my door back to a presentable pristine white state.

AAAAH!

I got an mp3 player. Shut up, I know everyone and their dog has one, but I've been deprived of anything but an old 120 MB iPod shuffle for several years which had a grand total of may be 60 songs on it before it wouldn't take any more.

Anyway, I've been spending the hours putting songs on it. HURRAH. >D

So I'm cleaning out my room and it really looks as if it's just been bombed.

And I do mean cleaning out. As in I mean to have few possessions beyond books, necessities, and cooking stuff after I finish this; about the only barred-from-any-downsizing category is my personal library. What isn't carefully packed away in a chest easily takes up all my shelves. Lolz.

I'm such a fucking dork. XD;

Plus I intend to repaint the walls from this ugly pale yellow (what the fuck was I on when I was twelve; some pale green or eggshell white would be nice) and who the fuck ever thought that crumbly insulation ceiling shit ever looked good. It's hideous and you can't do anything with it. I'd scrape it off and put up something better if I actually cared that much at this point (not to mention my ceiling fan is ugly, hanging at the end of a pole like it is), but the point is I hate it and limits my options.

And my door. My door is dirty, too. Christ.

I gradjiated from undergraduate studies yesterday. Walked and everything. So I have a Bachelor's now and two minors. I RULE. HUZZAH.

But on a more superficially satisfying note, HELLS YEAH, I PULLED AN A IN GERMAN HISTORY. I R SO HAPPEE.

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I want my exact grade, now, because I'm so proud of myself. Honestly, the man graded papers hard on structure (the entire class did poorly on the second exam, enough to get a long, painful rant)...and I'm not very good with structure. So. HURRAH!

And I quote (well, paraphrase) "If I give you all the participation points and you make a high A on the paper then you might probably get an A," after having pulled an A/B and a B- on the previous tests. I didn't particularly expect mercy after my awkward, probably unsuccessful, and idiotic attempts at not making the crush I had/have on him in any way obvious (side note, I have friends who, when hearing of it, were all "well bug him after it's not illegal," not that I'd likely have had the balls necessary anyway, only to be very thankful very soon afterward that I understand a considerable amount of general-conversation German at speed, thus averting a very awkward and humiliating potential situation...and another friend who then said I should ask for a threesome... Actually, the reason I wasn't drunk that night was because I had to write that paper...glad to see it paid off), saying nary a word in class and bizarre, erratic behavior in general. Hell, I was anywhere across the board except calm and polite, incidentally the only thing I wanted to be (there was even that horrible moment when he showed up right at the exact time when I was told I had failed my thesis and was in an embarrassing position regarding the uniqueness of the actual circumstances, and I swear I got the "wth are you doing here look"...thus, angsty-and-even-more-sullen-than-usual!Elizabeth). Less dramatically, "polite" turned into this bizarre saccharine apologetic "I can't speak to you because I can't form complete sentences, and I've somehow forgotten how to speak a word of German, but here I'll bring you a chair" behavior. Fuck, I'm a mess. _{On a side note, he will never know that I never read a word for his class that was actually assigned that I didn't just feel like reading. Evidently, the other folks actually studied and stuff, because they always showed up with highlighted books. I just coasted through by virtue of WWII being a hobby and taking pages of notes...that it was the German perspective was a sweet bonus. Also...this occurs to me suddenly, I hope he didn't just think I was pathetic and so gave me a pity grade. I'd hate that. Seriously, I'd rather fail...with any luck it's just my overdeveloped sense of paranoia?}

So, now that I'm home I need a temp job to tide me over until grad school. I technically have one in the pocket that's capable of paying rent, but I'm kind of curious as to whether or not I'll be living with my friends or not, which puts a question on what sort of lease I should take out, etc.

OH YEAH. Y'all, do I come off as arrogant? Because apparently I am; the individual with whom I snogged described me as arrogant... >.>;;

Great. So I'm awkward, aloof, arrogant, selfish, opinionated, and jobless. Also with tendencies towards being a complete dumbass in a variety of ways. Goddamn it, I'm 22. Aren't I supposed to be over this shit?

EDIT: Well, hey, I got into that teaching in Prague program. So if grad school doesn't pan out I might be off to Prague.

Proof I am awesome.

With a minimum of intensive studying I scored 100/102 on an exam which frustrated my younger brother and many other people entirely.

Had I not been such a lazy dumbass, I'd have an A in the course, but...this semester sucked for various and sundry reasons. >.O;