Tempus Fugit...

It's the tail end of Spring Break, and that wonderful light happy feeling of "I have NOTHING to do!" is rapidly fading. It was kind of nice to be in a stress-free environment. The "Clock of Complete Intellectual, Emotional, and Psychological Burnout-ness" has been set back at least another two weeks. Before Break, I was ready to kill the next person who asked me to do something. Now, I will only beat them severely.

Blarg! I've so much homework to do...I haven't done my Physics homework since the first month of school, and I've been getting a new assignment weekly. I'm officially buried as far as that class goes. The rest of my classes, every assignment has been turned in on time (with the exception of one Genetics assignment, turned in two days late), but not Physics. The damn class is giving me an ulcer, I swear.

It's not the subject matter, which, while boring, is marginally understandable even to a math-retard like me. It's not the tests--I've gotten an A on every one this semester. It's not the labs--they're not terribly hard if you were awake in class. It's the thrice-damned homework. It's harder than the tests and more time-consuming than the rest of my classes' homework and studying combined. It's also 15% of my grade.

I hate Physics. Nyow. -_-;

Enough Moping! Onwards!

My last post was somewhat whiny, and, having whined, I feel better now. On to happy things. Tonight, I will hopefully be spending quality time with my friends. This is always a good thing. ^_^

Last weekend, I went to my very first Darkon event. My character name is Thalassa. I'm petitioning for entrance into Caldonia. As a pathetic n00bling, I had no idea how to fight, dodge, or do anything really useful on a battlefield. I've a slightly better idea now (being hit in the leg with a huge black sword hard enough to make one limp gives one much incentive to learn quickly...though Dominick did apologize later, I just took it as "I'm hitting you this hard because people out on the battlefield will hit you this hard.").

My kill count was two. I snuck up behind a spearman and took him out with my little white sword, go me! As a result of that, I'm being encouraged to become a Thief or an Assassin, because apparently I'm sneaky like what. But if I become a sketchy, I won't be able to run at people screaming like a banshee... *sniffle*

Right now, I want to become a Cleric. I would like to use a quarterstaff, but with all the padding you need on one, my hands are too small to use it effectively! I'll get Anu to show my how to make a flail; she's very good at making headlegal ones. I've already got most of a religion worked out. I don't particularly care that Clerics have a hard time killing people. The Cleric character pretty much popped into my head and said, "Hello!" so I think I'll keep her.

I'm going to the big campout on the first weekend of April. Not only is it my first campout, it's Caldonia's fourth anniversary! Hurrah! I've my tankard, all I need now is a tent and a sleeping bag and some foodage and I'll be set. ^_^