Heh, been a while since I've written anything here. Like, a month and 23 days, to make an exact approximation. I thought no one was reading it (which I thought from the get go, so don't ask why that's an issue), but I had some interesting conversations today, and one of them included the tidbit that Lilana apparently reads this. How odd... so I guess the blog di Jackalope returns. For now, at least.

Lemme think, what's transpired since the last time I got around to doing this? Well, the semester ended. I did okay, I s'pose. I got the B I knew I would in Italian, and the A I hoped for in m343k. Two anolomies - got an F in CS315, which I should have had an easy, high A in. But I screwed up jar-ring two of my projects, which totally screwed me over. Also failed gov310l, which is just embarrasing. To pull that off, I never went to discussion, which I later found out contained quizzes accounting for 30% of my grade. Oh well... brought my GPA down to a 3.3-something, which, while much lower, isn't that bad, and it'll come back up this semester. I'm taking cs315 again, and have like the first three projects already done, because Downing is a $#@#%!#!@#@. I really don't like him. I'm also re-taking gov310l, and this time, the grade consists of 3 tests, each 30 multiple choice questions, and 10% attendance/participation. So those are two easy A's. I'm also taking m362k, Probability I. I'm pretty sure I'll do really well in that class as well - I got a 5 on my Stat & Prob AP test, and do understand the subject matter fairly well. Hmm... also taking Italian 312k. Non mi piace. Luckily, though, it's the last semester of italian I have to take. I missed class yesterday, which makes me feel bad, but not that bad. Finally (yeah, 16 hours, a new record for me. Man, I love flat-rate tuition) m427k - Advanced Calculus for Applications I. So far, it seems... ridiculous. The instructor's pretty hard to understand, and the things he's doing on the board, well, I understand what he's doing, but not why. I'm gonna start going through the book this weekend, and I hope that'll help. My predictions for this semester? B in italian, and A's in everything else; well, maybe a B in 427k, but doubtful. If I somehow took 10 hours over the summer, I'd be a senior at the start of the fall semester, but that's not gonna happen.

The Knighthood has some new plans on the horizion. My favorites:

• Running for Student Government. This one just appeals to me on many different levels. And it sounds hilarious.
  
• Gingerbread Jews. Not that I have anything against Jewish people, but this one is just so hilarious. And it represents a good chance to get another warning, or even actual disciplinary action.
  
• Paddle Bob. The possibility, and probability, for that matter, for mis-interpretation are just so high that it can't fail.
  
• Pog Championship. An excuse to go overboard and over-the-top. Can't wait.
  

Winter Break was pretty good. Got a new computer for Christmas. 2 GHz processor, other fun things. It took a while, but I networked it with my mom's, and now we're utilizing the cable connection, which is pretty nice. Right now, I'm dl'ing Robin Hood: Men in Tights, which is a funny, funny movie. New Year's Day, though, was horrendous. Here's a day-by-day recap as to why.
Monday: I had to work 5 - C (11:15 or so). After getting home, I knew I had to work at noon Tuesday, and do some chores beforehand, so I figured I'd go to sleep around 1~2. That gave me a solid eight hours of sleep before I needed to wake up around ten or so. That didn't work - I couldn't fall asleep until, well, sometime between 6~8. I still woke up at 10, though, so I got something like three hours of sleep. I quickly cleaned my room, did the dishes, and vacuumed and mopped before going to work. Work, was, well, work (hell), but at least I was fountaining, which meant I wasn't burning myself in the kitchen. I worked 12 - 7, which isn't that bad, but 7 hours is the near the upper limit of non-double shifts worked. I got home, and I was TIRED. I felt sooooo bad, I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep for a week. I told my mom, quite explicitly, not to wake me up should I be asleep at the crossover. I was about one billion percent sure that I'd be asleep by then. About nine or ten, I could feel my eyes about to close, so I gladly embraced sleep. Apparently, though, no one told Jerry, my mom's boyfriend, about my predicament. He opened my door at 11:59, which instantly awoke me. I remember saying "Oh no" as I realized what he was about to do. He came in and threw confetti everywhere, saying "Happy New Years!". Not that loudly, though. I'm not really mad at him for it, though, 'cause he didn't know. But my mom, she has no excuse whatsoever. She came in with even more confetti, covered my room and bed in it, and YELLED quite loudly. Needless to say (but I'm going to anyway), I was now quite awake, and felt even worse than I had that day. It took at least ten minutes to just clear the confetti off my bed. Jarrod called not that long after to wish me a Happy New Years. Hearing the distress in my voice, he asked if I was okay, and I began to tell him what was going on. I broke out in tears halfway, I felt so bad. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't fall back asleep until TEN O'CLOCK THAT MORNING, and woke up THREE HOURS LATER. I'd now only had ten hours of sleep in 72 hours. Man, I just wanted to die. Luckily, though, I did finally get some real sleep Wednesday night. But that just sucked so bad.