We are all made of stars

So sorry that my title of this blog is a Moby song title. I don't like Moby a lot, but it felt appropriate.

The stars have been pretty lately. Now, I know what you're thinking...Hizzy, you never said you liked stars. Well, I do. Last night, as I was driving home, I saw both a shooting star and the Big Dipper, right out of my car window. I see the Big Dipper all the time, but I guess this was notable because it was so bright and so close.

I just woke up from a 'nap'. It's amazing how my naps consist of lying on the couch when I get home from somewhere and falling asleep usually sometime around midnight and waking up between the hours of 1 and 3 am. I'm so weird. It's my couch, I swear. I used to be up all night at my parents' house watching TV, trying to fall asleep and couldn't. Shit, if you ever are having mega-insomnia, you can sleep on my couch. It will cure you. I don't know why I even own a bed.

At any rate, I'll be going to bed soon.

You guys need to start buying up those Scarlet Whore tickets. I don't know who we're playing with. As far as when we go on, it's a competition really. Whomever sells the most tickets gets to pick the spot that they want, next most tickets gets to pick their spot, and so on. That's why it's HUGELY important that you guys help me out here. I don't usually ask favours, but I'm asking on this.

Do not ever under any circumstances see Catwoman. I am saddened that I lost 2 hours of my life thanks to that piece of cat shit. 2 hours that I will never get back. Fuck you Catwoman. It was pretty amusing laughing at it though, at how dumb it was.

Duded out with Chuck, Yoda, Joseph, Jon and some others on Friday night. I watched them play some Backyard Wrestling video game, which looked neat. We ate taquitos and imbibed Miller Light. For some reason, it really felt like old times, just sitting there. No one fighting, them tossing barbs in my direction, talking about all kinds of stuff. I felt really at peace for most of the night, except when Jon would freak out about Amber. I think J and everyone tried to avert the situation as much as possible. Still, it was good times. More went on, but for brevity, I will cut this section. It's nothing dirty or anything (damn). I'm just tired of talking about this right now.

I didn't get my homework finished. That's okay though, I shall do it tomorrow when my boss leaves work. I just have to type up some response questions about a journal article I read. I'd like to define 'journal', which will be used a lot in this and future entries, since I'm in grad school and reading a lot of them.

The journal that I am talking about is not someone's own journal, like one they write in, their LJ, or their blog. A journal, in this case, is a periodical or sort of a written article dealing with some particular subject. For example, I'm working with a journal article right now out of the Journal of Cognitive Neuroscience. It's like a magazine really, with articles. Really long, boring articles. But god, the names are so fun. I'll compile a list of the ones I worked with an post them one day.

School is going well. Saw cute boy again on campus the other day. The more I talk to him, the more I realize that he very well could be a flamer. Why oh why do I attract gay men? It's a little disconcerting, really.

Oh well, time to go to sleep.

HIZZY

Link --> Now, as much as I love Pantera and all their heavy metal goodness, I did think this was HILARIOUS. Yes, they really did look like that back in the day.

Sounds --> System of a Down : Mind