Rocks.

I have a really difficult project to finish right now. I have to make a book for my type class, and I got this great idea to make it about rocks. Basalts, to be specific. I thought that it would be a stupid idea and that I wouldn't get to do it, but my instructor really liked it, so now I'm stuck with it. It is impossibly difficult to create a book about rocks when every rock has to be different and they all have to be basalts. There are loads of them out there, but they look the same unless you get them under a microscope (and even then it's hard to see). So.... yeah.

On the bright side, all the other classes seem to be going well. And my new job starts in a week and a half. I'm in the money soon, I hope. Maybe then we can fix the car.

Warning: self horn-tooting to commence.

Today Sawyer and I had a conversation about nerds. He decided that it was a good thing that he does SCA combat training and learned to crack a whip just in case he has to fend off other nerds. He has a wife who 1. likes comic books 2. likes playing video games 3. likes kung fu films 4. likes tabletop gaming 5. likes crappy horror movies 6. likes Star Wars 7. likes Star Trek 8. likes sci fi 9. likes WWE wrestling and 10. isn't fugly.
Yeah. So the knowing of how to lay the smack down might come in handy someday if another nerd wants to steal me. 'Cause I'm a diamond in the rough.

Note: I am saying all this today because yesterday I had the distinct feeling that I was worthless and it feels very good once in a while to admit that you've got something good going on about you. So there.

Boxes and jars and things.

Sawyer is in Cypress right now and I'm feeling decidedly not happy about it. I'm happy for him, but not so happy for me. He's pretty much the only person I hang out with, so with him away, I stay at home a lot and don't get out much. I know people from school, but none of them want to hang out except for when they want to do school stuff with me. Yeargh. I won't whine too much, though. I got a part-time job that starts on Monday. It doesn't pay a lot, but it's really quite brainless and will not cause added stress. I also got a call from another person who might want me to work for them, and it pays better, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea to say you're going to work for someone and then go and work for someone else instead before you even start, especially if you've gone through training and all. Maybe I'll call my mom and ask her; she knows these sorts of things.
Hatman comes back in a week. I wish time moved faster.