Ice Ice Baby

**It's by Vanilla Ice. It's damn catchy and I know most of the words (fuck you very much, early 90s radio), but it still sucks. One horn up, and a middle finger too**

I can hear little droplets of ice falling outside. It's sorta pretty sounding, until I think about getting to work tomorrow. Woo hoo, fun times. Before I go to bed tonight, I might go see the condition of my car -- whether or not I can even get in the motherfucker, if the windows are iced up. I'm really glad I didn't wash it. It would have been all in vain.

I'm such a fucking nerd. I'm doing schoolwork -- mainly reading, that's all we really do in grad school anyway -- on a fucking Friday night. Oh well, with the bad weather and me being in a dire financial state until I pay rent, it's probably all for the best.

You know, I really thought one of my classes was going to rape me up the ass. My professor is one of the hardest graduate instructors (reputed, at least) and the class seemed like it was going to be hard. Basically, it's the first 3/4 of my thesis. It's gonna be done in this class. I had no clue what I was doing, until I read the first chapter of the book. Now, I have several ideas about what my ARP (Action Research Project -- basically, a project we do at the end of the year that is the Ed. School's version of a thesis, only there is no thesis reading or defense. We essentially create and do a scientific study, with hypotheses and everything. It's hard to explain. Come over and read my syllabus if you want to know more) will be about. I'm not even a week into the class though, it's best not to put all my eggs in one basket. I'm not worried about the other class. Dr. Christensen is an exceptional teacher. I had her last semester and am used to her teaching style and her assignments. Not looking forward to the required fucking chapter reflections on every chapter though. It's busy work and a waste of my time. I'll still do them though, because an A looks a whole lot better than a B.

Okay, enough rambling about dorky stuff. Go ahead, call me a big nerd. I don't care.

Onto fun stuff.

I was going to put my Oscar picks up, but after looking over the list, I realized it would just turn into me ranting. I'll just post them at another time, once I have time to think about them. I still want to have an Oscar party though.

Nix comes home early early Monday morning. I can't wait. I miss him, but I hear that they're doing pretty okay in Texas, so at least that's going well.

This ice is picking up outside. I can hear it. It's pouring down ice. As bored as I am, I'm glad I'm inside. For those of you out in this shit, be safe, please.

I think that's all.

HIZZY

Music -- Schism by Tool
Link -- Text Arc -- one of the coolest websites I've seen in a long time. A really neat way to read. I encourage you all to check it out. It's really beautiful, actually.