You will buy me these.

I think I may have just died and gone to heaven.

(P.S. Just kidding. Not about wanting them… but about the whole “buy these for me!” thing. Just so you know.)

My roommate, Tiffany, comes back from spring break tomorrow. And although, while she was here, I was pretty good about keeping the overflowing containers of crap on my side of the room, in her absence I have spread piles of my own junk over every square inch of the room (excepting her bed).

Tonight I was telling another housemate, Teal, about this. “Tiffany better not come back early and surprise me,” I said, “I think she would take one look at the room and fall down dead.”

“Well,” Teal responded, without missing a beat, “At least then you would have a single room.”

…

Don’t worry, Tiffany. She didn’t mean it. I don’t think.

… who are willing, at a moment’s notice, to drop everything, come TP your car, and then leave you menacing comments about it on your blog.

Makes a girl feel loved. *sniff*

(P.S. Actually, it kind of ticked me off—at least until I found out it was someone I know that did it. )

1. I was mostly asleep when I remembered that I still had to blog tonight. Granted, I was mostly asleep on the chair in the living room, where I had been sitting trying to decide what to do with the remnants of my evening before I passed out, but it’s more dramatic if you imagine that I had to wake up, stumble out of bed, and force myself to blog. I want you to believe I have that kind of Dedication.
2. Speaking of bed… tonight is the first night in three nights that I get to sleep in my own bed. Last night I stayed at my roommates’ parents’ house, and the night before that I stayed at my parents’ house. It feels good to be back with my own pillows and blankets.
3. Can you tell I want to go to sleep?
4. Goodnight.
5. But first… I want you to know that I am currently wearing retainers (which I do several nights a week) that make it difficult for me to speak without slurping, and that I just spent a great deal of time in front of our bathroom mirror poking, prodding, squeezing, and generally trying to get rid of the horrifying zits that I photoshopped out of yesterday’s portraits. I believe this revelation is what’s known as “keeping it real.” You’re welcome.

… by typing “I swallowed super glue” into Google:

YOU ARE AT THE WRONG WEBSITE.

You should not use the precious few moments you have before the walls of your esophagus fuse permanently together reading about the time I spilled super glue all over myself.

Instead, you should do something productive, like watching this a few times. You’ll thank me later.

P.S. That is not actually good advice.

For some reason, my subconscious feels that the best time…

… to start designing my photography website is the night I have a 20Below column due.

… to redecorate my wall with pictures and paintings is the night before my synopses are due.

… to have lots of deep thoughts that must be written in my journal is the night before my Greek and Euclid finals.

But don’t imagine that I’ll do any of those things when I actually have time for them.

Heavens, no! That would be far too sensible.

One year ago today, I wrote a little post called “Welcome to Lylium.org.”

Happy birthday, Lylium. It’s been quite a year.

… It wasn’t me, that’s for sure!

They say time flies when you’re having fun.

Apparently it also flies when you have so many responsibilities putting a vice grip on your skull that your eyeballs are in danger of popping out.

Of course, I’m sure that magical time when I will have magnificently fulfilled all of my responsibilities and am able to spend all my time cuddling in a cozy blanket with a warm cup of tea and surveying the wickedly-organized serenity that will characterize every aspect of my life from my sock drawer to my day planner is just around the corner, right?

RIGHT?

Ah, well. I have a vague notion that all of this is good for me, somehow. And by “all of this” I guess I mean “life,” because I honestly do not expect it to get any less hectic. But we’ll see.

As I mentioned Last year (which, by the way, makes me feel old and vaguely nauseas as I contemplate the speed with which that year has sped), snow is a big deal in Oregon.

Today (or rather, yesterday), it visited us again in such grand proportions that some friends and I were forced to abandon our studies and spend the morning building a snow fortress.

Because in Oregon you can STUDY every day; but how many days can you build a snow fortress? Eh? Eh?

That’s what I thought.

This was also the first snow I recorded with my “new” camera. You can see the photos from today here.

• Cockroaches.
• Cats.
• Flying Squirrels.
• Owls.
• Moths.
• Tree Frogs.
• Skunks.
• Me.

Readjusting to a school-like schedule has not been easy.

2:00 am is a perfectly reasonable time to eat dinner, don’t you think?