Crazed Machinations of the Failed Female

Look I'm not dead.

Not that anyone reads this. And not that I blame them. And not that I have any excuse.

Not much to recap either. I am extremely dull. I shuttle between school and work and that is all. Actually that's a little inaccurate; I really shuttle between school/work (since they are in the same place, same building even) and home. And the bank. And Media Play. But I swear that's all. Also the theatre when Nathan's in town. And various bookstores. And St Gerards. But really that's all. *shifty eyes*

School, as far as school goes I made three A's (calc 3, astronomy, and american lit) and one B (anthropology)...and I'm going to have fun next semester with chemistry, linear algebra, creative writing, world lit and first aid. First Aid? FIRST AID? What is wrong with this school?! No matter, I will be leaving it in due course, laden with my Associates and off to the wide world of whiney rich kids and student loan debt of Berry. Yay.

For Christmas I recieved a copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude...and...oh man. I think Love in the Time of Cholera was maybe a more....augh I'm a science major, I don't know how to talk about books...it was maybe a more significant book, felt more of a classic story about people and a place and a time. But Hundred Years is...amazing. Intensely readable. Unbelievable. It's so very very good.

Fifteen days to Titan! Really incredible, can't wait to see what it's like there.