It figures...

I am Ludo! People just don't understand me. I'm a sweetheart who loves making friends - even with rocks, but I seem like a monster. Once people get to know the real me, they just can't help but love me.

Take the "Which Labyrinth character are you most like?" quiz by smarmy

Now for something completely different...

I think I'll try doing a real entry for once. Things have been going better in my world, not because I've been making an effort to think things out and compare/contrast, no no, I've decided to ignore my brain for a bit. Put it back on the shelf where it belongs.
Started actually putting mouse to screen in an effort to get a logo done for Pelgar. It's a bit rough now, but it'll get better. I wish I had updated Illustrator to 9 when I had the money, but here I am, working in 7.0 and loathing it. Oh well. Better something than nothing.
Oh happy thing! Thorge brought me back a super-deformed big-head Gundam from the con he went to over the weekend. *glee* It's so cute! It came with this little beam saber and everything.
I get to go take the audit sheet to another professor tomorrow to see if they've just been joking about this 'could have gone out' on internship situation. Ought prove to be amusing. Shall sharpen the red-tape scissors when I get up.

It was nice out today, so I went for a walk. I had been cooped up inside all day, and just wanted to see the sun. So I started walking. Took a road that runs up a hill behind the school and just kept walking up, hoping to get to the top before the sun had gone down.
Got to gawk at the gorgeous homes that I didn't know existed up there. Some really nice property! Though I did kinda feel voyeur-ish, pitiful college student me walking past these 250K houses just wanting to be one of the happy prosperous people who have the luxury of having a house. No, make that a home. They get a home. Somewhere they want to live, some place to put their stuff, a place that they chose and is theirs.
I don't have a place like that. I get a little cement cube, thanks to the MA public school system. It's a nice cube, mind you, but it's just a cube and they want to even take that away from me. I didn't even bother dealing with campus living, I just turned my mom loose on them. I know me mum can't fight all my fights for me, but for right now, maybe this one will get me through without doing anyone bodily harm.

So I finally got to the top of said hill only to find that the sun was hiding behind some wispy clouds. *sigh* it was still a nice walk though, perhaps I'll do it again tomorrow.
More walking/exercising of any kind would be good for me.

Cervantes has decided that his life will not be complete without a Basset Hound at some point. I find this very amusing, and am encouraging the pro-dog speak that occasionally pops up.

Gahhh! Ok, here's a small rant.
I listen to Highlander radio via IM tuner on my computer. I love the station, but HATE the public service commercials they play, like the last one.
(in little girls voice) "Me an' Kalee were playing one day. Kaylee loved pink. We were playing and I found a gun. It went off. I made Kaylee go away. I hate me." (end)

Don't make me feel bad because someone else was a moron. I don't like being guilted. I got enough of that while I lived at home.

I'm a little back wards and backwoods minded, but I'm sorry, if your parents were so incompetent as to not put their weapons away, and not to teach their children that ANY weapon, even a big stick, must be respected, they shouldn't have weapons or kids.
Don't get me wrong, I feel very, very badly for any family that looses a child, especially in such an accident. But while guns are a tool for killing, (and that's all they are a tool for) they need an operator.
*grumble* now I feel like a real ass. But it's how I feel. I don't like all the 'gun bad' stuff I've heard lately. I come from a line of gun owner/users. I don't like having my mind twisted to thinking 'gun owners bad!' in a very Frankenstien-esque pitchfork-torch-wielding mob kinda way. They have their place; it is definitely not in the hands of children.
(Any flames/rebukes/nasty comments can be forwarded to your ear. it's my journal, and it's how I feel. Comments/concerns/questions are always welcome.)

Well, I should go to bed, I have to wake up to battle to forces of E-vile (ie, the college) again tomorrow.

- K.