Mood: Bored of school work

Blogging is becoming sparse again, a sure sign that school is back in full throttle. =_= Ho ho, only three weeks in and I already can't wait for summer. No. Stop, I must be positive. Calm! Poise! *Strikes a triumphant pose on a rock with the wind rustling her spiky hair and trumpets playing in the background.*

Anyway. . .

This is an awesome commercial, it fills me with joy. And no, there's no digital effects here. 250,000 freaking bouncy balls fired down the streets of San Francisco. And they all look so happy! They have a behind-the-scenes thing for it and everything too. Kick ass. I wish I could have been there, I'd have brought home a souvenir bag the size of a Norwegian viking full of brightly colored bouncy balls.

Julie showed me the most marvelous website, Ferry Halim, packed full with piles of adorably cute Flash games. They keep me entertained when I'm bored in class, and sometimes keep me entertained when I should really be paying attention as well. I'm trying to get on the high score list for the piggy game, but damn it, I just don't have the skillz.

I'm looking forward to this weekend, 'cause I get to spend an afternoon with Lancealot, who I barely have a chance to see more than once a week with school anymore. We might go see Underworld and bask in all the sexy vampires and werewolves; and then watch more of the first season of Sex and the City. In all seven years or whatever that it's been on television, I'd never seen an episode before last week. It's freaking awesome! I'm thinking of splurging with half of my $400 prosperity moola (if the damn thing ever arrives) to buy myself a couple seasons of it. We'll see.

Jesus fuck. I had to make a business card for my print class, with my email and website on it and everything, and then our instructor goes and shows them all up on the front screen like a dick. Now everyone has my freaking URL. I've already seen people looking through my websites. I don't pass out my website address like pamphlets to everyone I meet, I give it to people I want to see it. *Twitch*

On a completely unrelated note, I've become a widget whore. They have OS X Tiger here at school, and thousands of assorted dashboard widgets for me to explore through and download. They're like crack, and ten billion times more addictive. "You mean I can have height and weight conversion, and the local six-day weather forecast, and free cellphone text messaging, right there at my fingertips?! Kid me not, dear sir! Ho ho!" It's the tiny, useless things that fill me so much glee.

Anyway, I should probably tear myself away from my blog and start paying attention to my teacher right now. . .

. . .or. . .

. . .I could go play more Ferry Halim. Piggy game high score board, I will OWN YOU!