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Wheee, so how was everyone's Christmas? *BOUNCE*

( Ours was good )

Technology, I BEATS U!

David Tennant in tight, early-twentieth-century British trousers and being woobishly gay, yes I CAN has.


I'm watching the BBC's Einstein and Eddington right now, and it's really awesome. I should be doing homework, but, well, the day is young. It's not even 8:00 a.m., after all.


There was as assignment for programming class that I had to hand in Monday, despite the fact that I had major problems with it and couldn't really finish it. Still, I was relieved to finally be able to delete Alice 2.0 off my computer, since it meant that I now have room to get back to making discs for people - something I've been unable to do as long as I had to have that stupid program taking up room on my computer. (Also, it helps that my sister finally cleared a bunch of music off.) With an assignment due every week, there was just no taking it off. I tried to squish it in somewhere, but I just suck at programming in Alice, so I've ended up taking the maximum amount of time to do the assignments, every time.

(Of course, those discs are kind of silly now that series 4 of Doctor Who is out on DVD - wow, I fail - but hey, it's a really expensive DVD set and these are free, so Frank and Ann Marie, you still want 'em? Like, um, for Christmas? *blush* It might have gone faster for you to DL them yourselves!)

But it turns out there was a submission problem with my assignment. So my instructor is giving me the rest of today to re-submit it. So...I actually have a chance to try and fix what was wrong. Like, the universe is giving me a chance to save that grade after all.

But it means I have to download Alice again. And struggle with it for several more hours. DAMMIT.

Not looking forward to it. NOT.

Going to finish the movie first instead.


Edit: Poor Eddington! *wibbles*

Edit II: Oh... *wibbles more* This movie will kill me yet. I should stop editing this until I finish it, but I'm doing this in lieu of giving Eddington a hug. WAH.

I saw an academic adviser yesterday. FANTASTIC news:

Due to transfer credit, I have already completed half my general education requirements for the next four years.

Generally, students in a Bachelor's program are required to take a total of 12 General Education classes - four, "foundation," level, four second-level, and four third-level - from four "clusters." Those clusters being:

1. Numeracy and Scientific Literacy [math and science, obviously]
2. Values, Beliefs and Identity [humanities]
3. Community and Society [a weird mix of stuff that wasn't under the first two clusters, including more geography and history, women and gender studies, economics, more philosophy and sociology, poli. sci. and...phys. ed.]
4. Communications [speech and stuff not included under cluster 2, i.e. more theatre and English lit]

SO. Other than the two "foundation" level courses I need to take this year (in clusters 1 and 3), I can go straight into taking third-level Gen Ed. courses if I have the prereqs, or just the prereqs for the third-level courses I will WANT to be taking in the next few years. AND I don't have to take courses from all four "clusters" if I don't want to - I'm only required to spread myself over two clusters in the future, so I have a LOT more freedom of choice in my Gen Ed.

Freaking AWESOME, eh? I can go straight into taking, "Gender and Popular Culture," and things like that.

YAAAAY!


Edit: Slightly less awesome: I mis-read my schedule and missed a tutorial today. Oops? *frowny face* My schedule's changed a lot, which is probably why I got confused. Plus I didn't have my books ANYWAY (stupid bookstore...).

Not having a printer to print off said schedule really sucks. I need to figure out where I go to put money on my campus card so I can just print it off at school.

Discovered via t_eyla:

Steven Moffat will be replacing Russell T. Davies as head writer and executive producer of Doctor Who.

For anyone who might watch Who, but not be sure who he is: he wrote the two-parter, "The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances," in series one; "The Girl in the Fireplace" in series two; and the well-awarded, "Blink," in series three. Also, "Time Crash," and the upcoming "haunted library" two-parter this series.

I spent a solid twenty minutes HAPPY DANCING to this news! I mean, I physically got up and danced. And giggled and grinned to myself for about an hour while I had lunch. SO MUCH YAYNESS AND AWESOME.

Also? I have a giant Dairymilk bar all to myself right now.

LIFE IS JUST BRILLIANT TODAY.

Okay, this episode was pretty awesome. I was terribly afraid because "the Doctor's daughter" looked so VERY Mary Sue-ish, but she's redeemable. They didn't do too bad a job, consider how horrible this COULD have been.

Episode notes:

( Hello, Dad! )

Just watched the cinema trailer for ( Doctor Who Series Four )

HOLY CRAP I AM SO EXCITED! It's the return of DONNA! I'm all little-kid-about-to-pee-myself.

So now I need to figure out how torrents work. Because if the bloody CBC thinks I'm waiting until fucking JUNE or something to see this show, they are CRAZY. Get with the 21st century, guys!

ALSO, I need to finally watch Voyage of the Damned. Yes, I have it. No, I haven't watched it...it's the only "new" thing that was left to watch, besides Doctor Who Confidential and such.

Now I have to squeeze it into my crazy schedule somewhere. Whoops.

Dog update: I think Wicket's fate (with us, anyway) is finally settled.

I came home tonight from our store's [post-] Christmas staff party at Treasures of China (note to self: peking duck is kind of gross, and pina coladas are gooood), and discovered Wicket fenced into the kitchen again.

It seems my aunt has really faced the fact that she can't keep him. Despite following the best advice she's been able to get from people who own both dogs and cats, all her animals have been miserable with each other. Even Wicket, she found, was starting to get down about the fact that he couldn't get the cats to play with him. And her condo simply isn't big enough for them to avoid each other. She says (Mom reports) that she knows she can't leave all three animals in this unhappy situation.

But Wicket isn't going to end up staying with us. Mom's firm on this, to the point of inventing stories about what a Bad Dog he is. (Apparently, his sister is already perfectly paper-trained, while Wicket is still wickedly wetting the floor. Oh, and Wicket BARKS when he plays. TRUFAX. *eyerolls* I asked her to tell me if she's ever met a dog that doesn't bark when it gets wound up playing.)

And my sister is adamant that our household shouldn't have a dog. ("And besides, he's a real wall-eyed little bastard.") I defended his cuteness despite the strabismus, which just resulted in mockery of my convergence insufficiency. ("You and your dog are both lazy-eyed!") TEH WORLD IZ KONSPYEREEN WOE.

So my aunt has asked my mother to take Wicket back to the breeder for her. She evidently feels that if Wicket stays with her, she'll never find the steel to take him back herself, so she told my mother to take Wicket away from her, as soon as possible.

So he's here for the night, and going back to the breeder on Monday.

A part of me is still upset to part with him when we've just given him an identity, but I feel a lot better nevertheless knowing that he WON'T be cooped up in a kennel and neglected all day at my aunt's.


We'll be sending him back with a "care package" including the toys and treats and things he's collected in the past week and the finished dog sweater (which is a bit too big, but he'll obviously grow into it). And I plan to make up a list of links about stabismus/eye disorders in dogs for Wicket's next owner - I'll get Mom to stick that in with his stuff somewhere.

Oh! And he's doing better about peeing on his pads today! When I came downstairs after my bath tonight I said hello to him and noticed he was starting to smell funny, so I picked him up and put him on the nearest pad.

Instead, he waddled over to the other one himself and peed. I gave him lots of ear scratches and pets for that, and got him a doggy biscuit. They're far too big for him, so I broke them up into itty-bitty pieces and left him to it.

It occurred to me about ten minutes later though that he could choke on them, and I wouldn't hear it down here in the basement. Irrational, since I'm sure his kibble bits are bigger than the chunks I left him, but I popped upstairs quickly to check on him just in case.

And he's pooped on the pad! He's NEVER done that before! He's always gone on the carpet.

Might send him back a bit better trained after all!

*iz proud of Wicket*

Whoo, lj's finally sorta-up.

The Six Apart Status page lists all other Six Apart services as "up" and Livejournal as "degraded." Gotta love that.


Today I went to the optometrist to get my prescription checked, and to see about getting myself some new glasses. After the last mishap with my ancient frames, I figured it was time.

It's been time for a while, actually; I'm good and sick of my glasses falling apart and rubbing the spot behind my left ear until it shreds and bleeds. (I have one ear quite a bit higher than the other, so the longer I wear a pair of glasses without getting them straightened, the more they scrape in odd places.)


So now I have a new prescription, slightly updated. And I have new glasses on the way.

And these glasses? I'm so excited about them. You guys have no idea.


See my icon: it might not be the best picture to illustrate...well, anything (crappy bathroom self-portraits!), but those are the glasses I have right now. At the time I got them (when I was 16), they were wicked expensive (they're Emporio Armani, yo), and they were really stylin'.

But at this point, they're old and worn and out of style. So now I've chosen new ones. They're Dior Homme Black Tie.


And they're FUCKING HOT GEEK CHIC.

HOT.

( Here's a picture! )

...Yes? Hot.

They come in black and gray as well, but I tried various black glasses in that sort of style, and decided it was just a bit too harsh for my face and coloring. The brown blends better. (Plus the frames aren't as noticeable in my field of vision.)

These are the style of glasses I've wanted for YEARS, guys. I'm stoked.


In less shallow news, ( I learned some new and surprising information about my eyes themselves )