I'm leaving for Israel in just under a week. Before that time, if you would like to receive postcards, toys, etc, from me, you are required to send a list to me. Include your address if you would like things like postcards mailed from Israel. Certain very expensive requests may not be honored, and things like chocolate will not be shipped.

So much for that B+ in Human Physiology ( Read more... )

Finals: DONE. I had to put that out there, considering the fact that I finished about four blissful hours ago. I celebrated by having lunch with Maggie (which expanded to lunch with Lindsey, Katherine and Patrick too). I am now lounging in the lounge and waiting for my checkout from my clean and empty room at 5. There is ice cream waiting in the ( Read more... )

Athius and Isdela: DONE

Yes, you read that correctly.

Now, a character update.

Athius: Dead.
Isdela: Killed by Athius.

Vashtia: Annoyed at me for neglecting her for so long.

Because I've been writing/studying/examing all day and don't feel like using complete sentences ( Read more... )

Some things still suck and probably always will, but ( Read more... )

I think I've had some pretty rotten weeks in my lifetime, but this one definitely is up there with the worst of them, and it's only halfway through. The rest of this post is just going to be me listing them all and complaining in general, so feel free to skip if you don't care ( Read more... )

That's what I get for not converting units. Twenty minutes of stress and agony, mixed with an unhealthy dose of self-loathing.

because I'm supposed to be studying Chemistry, but I'm completely stuck on this one stupid problem. Correction: I thought I knew how to do it, but the answer I got was astronomically incorrect, and very obviously so. (A single molecule of Cr(NH3)5Cl3 does NOT break into 2,110 ions, no matter how much my calculator wants to say it will ( Read more... )

Terror, real and raw terror gripped me as I walked from the Scholar's lounge back to my dorm a few nights ago. Wind was my only companion on that lonely journey, though from the creaks and moans of branches and doors not shut properly, I would have thought that someone haunted my footsteps and followed those soft, crunching footsteps I made on the ( Read more... )