Decisions, decisions

CURRENT FAVES:

Rachel's -- "Water From the Same Source"
Washed Out -- "Feel It All Around"
Yeasayer -- "Ambling Alp"
Working For a Nuclear Free City -- "Asleep At the Wheel"

So I'm procrastinating big time, as the fact that I'm writing this attests.  XD  But I finished a 10-page GIS lab yesterday (not counting maps and graphs) after only getting four hours of sleep (which has been the norm lately), it looks like one of my papers will have its due date moved from this Tuesday to the week after, I realized how much I can get away with some of my readings, and I just got up a few hours ago, so I think I'm entitled to a little R&R.  ;-)  (And the bad thing is, the GIS lab report didn't need to be that long -- the prof didn't specify a page limit, and when that happens I tend to overwrite because I like being thorough.  The next report is only supposed to be 1-2 pages long -- oops.  :3  Oh well, I got an A+ on the last one, so contrary to expectations, this is the class I'm least worried about this semester.)

The only other thing of note that's happened lately was dinner at the environmental studies house last night.  And, well..........it was really, really awesome.  Basically every Monday thru Thursday at 6:30 PM they host a 100% vegetarian, made-with-entirely-local-ingredients dinner open to all students (you can find their menus and other info here), and I don't go to those as often as I'd like, mostly because I keep forgetting they have them.  8D  Climatology Nerd, who lives there, invited me because he helped cook last night's dinner; I had pasta with a squash and cheese sauce (ZOMG BEST PASTA I'VE EVAR HAD~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!), a French tofu stir-fry, and roasted butternut squash with maple syrup.  And we were all sitting around on really comfortable chairs, and there was great conversation, and there was this whole stand-in-a-circle-with-arms-around-each-other's-shoulders thing, and there was someone randomly playing guitar, and there was knifeball (i.e. someone with a knife trying to cut food that someone else throws at them in half while the food is still airborne), and there was food labeled "DO NOT EAT -- MAY INDUCE BOTULISM," and.........this is what college is supposed to be about, y'know?  It's really a shame I don't get to do this more often, and that I haven't experienced this sort of thing as much as I should -- but then again, that just makes the times where it does happen all the more precious.

Anyway, I'm having a bit of a quasi-dilemma right now, which is this: Anime Boston.  Should I stay or should I go?

The anime club is finally hosting a trip there, and I really want to go because I've never been to a con before, and what better place to start than one of the biggest in the country?  It sounds like a lot of fun, even if I'll probably be standing back and not really participating in most of the events.  The problem?  It's the weekend right before the first draft of my big 25-page paper for my environmental policy seminar is due.  It's not like I can't write rather quickly, but I'd really rather not repeat that time freshman year where I wrote 20 pages in a 24 hour period.  -_-  Plus, I'm familiar with a lot of people who will probably be going, and some of them were even in my Japanese classes, but I don't actually know them, so there's that.  And even if I do go, will I actually enjoy it?  It does cost money, after all (nothing I can't handle, but it does play a factor).  But I might not get this chance in quite a while........ugh.  >_>;  I have less than 24 hours to figure this out.  O_o;

And now for something somewhat related: I'm not much of a fashion person, but this AbbyShot business looks cool.  They manage to make Impossibly Cool Clothes...........less impossible.  :D

All right, enough of that.  Still have a bit of a headache to nurse, after all.  :P  Here are some memes:

Stolen from eska_rina :

When you see this, post a poem on your journal.

"Sappers"
by Yusef Komunyakka

Opium, horse, nothing
sends anybody through concertina
this way. What is it in the brain
that so totally propels a man?
Caught with women in our heads
three hours before daybreak,
we fire full automatic
but they keep coming,
slinging satchel charges
at our bunkers. They fall
& rise again like torchbearers,
with their naked bodies
greased so moonlight dances
off their skin. They run
with explosives strapped
around their waists,
& trying to fling themselves
into our arms.

Source.  (Also, I have tons of poems I've mem'ed here.  You all need to check out greatpoets  if you have the chance.)

Both of these stolen from dragoness22 :

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