"I was in my Culture and Linguistics class today, and the subject du jour was Slang & Dialects. One category mentioned for slang is In-Group slang which is used to identify people who belong to a particular social group. There are different categories of words that slang replaces, such as: words for approval or disapproval, different groups of people, and colorful/humorous expressions for taboo or unpleasant topics. If I want to do that research project on role-players as a social group, I'll need to know the slang.

All this has made me decide to compile a gamer-slang dictionary.

What words and phrases do people use? How do they differ from everyday use? If anyone wants to contribute anything just post it here and I'll add it in."

don't cry/ there's always a way/ here in november/ in this house of leaves we'll pray

It's been a very Poe weekend, at least the latter half. Walked in the park. Leaves whirling, trees rippling in breath. It was easily the best part of my week. Wheeee! ready or not, here I come.

I envy the theists. They have that pat answer, that be-all and end-all of deciding factors. They get to pass things off to another, higher power, and I just can't do that. My answers have to come from within. And sometimes I have them, and sometimes I don't.

So . . . I walked into class today, noticed a few people that I know, and sat down. Started getting ready for class to start, taking out my notebook, a pen, etc. Then professor Kuznar walks in. I was thinking to myself, "hmm, maybe he's subbing for Dr Sandstrom for some reason. That's cool, I like him better anyway." In the meantime, I'm giving him this utterly confused, "what are You doing here?!" look. He noticed me sitting there ( I sit at the very front), stopped, stared, and asked, "What are You doing here?!" with the same utterly confused look that I'm assuming I had. Apparently, it is Monday today. Not Tuesday, like I had thought.

I felt like a total idiot, but I couldn't stop laughing as I gathered my stuff and walked out the door. I hope I don't get teased Too much tomorrow.

I keep having the strangest, creepiest dreams. Like earlier this week, I had one of those classic dreams of being chased by some creepy guy. But I was running down a mountain of refuse, or dung or something like that.
And then tonight I had a dream that, I was on the beach with a bunch of my friends from Guam, and these giant crabs with arms like, three feet long started coming after me. They'd claw at me, and get stuck to my clothes so I'd have to pull them off and throw them back into the water. But then they's come back. Live crabs are one of the few things that seriously creep me out. Ngaah. So then, I decide I've had enough of the beach, and I walk into the house. In my dream I know it's my grandparents house, even though it looks nothing like thier house, and they weren't there. I look in the fridge for something to eat, but it's all full of canned dog food and dog treats. They don't have a dog. So I walk out of the kitchen, and there's a built-in knick-nac cupboard, with little glass doors, that they've filled with glass cases of candy. Crappy candy, the kind that I'm pretty sure no one actually eats. But I see something moving inside one of the glass cases, with chocolate-covered peanuts in it. I look closer, only to realize that there are no more peanuts, and the entire case is full of giant grubs the size of my finger. ewwww. But grubs don't bother me that much, so I decide to clean them out of there for my grandparents. I go around the corner to the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies, when I see something else moving in the case from the other side. I look closer, but don't see anything. I tap on the glass. Only to have the entire inside of the case erupt in giant cockroaches. I scream, realize that the grubs are the young roaches, am totally disgusted and decide that I will Never open that case to clean it. Or for any other reason. I'm walking away when I start to think that, the roaches had to have gotten in there from outside. How many other roaches are crawling around in the house? Where I've been sleeping . . . Then I started to feel things crawling around in my hair.

Then I woke up. I have no idea what the persistent subconcious fascination with multilegged creepy-crawlies is. But I wish it would go away.

So, I looked throught Katie's Logic book, and yeah. It doesn't look Nearly as hard as everyone was saying it would be. So I'll continues with that choice, and I just need to decide which photography class to take. Apparently, if I take the photojournalism class, I'll only be 3 classes away from a media communications minor. Which, since I don't have a minor yet, could be nice.
I also got all kinds of motivated and talked to the language department about doing an overseas exchange. Granted, they weren't very helpful. But that's life. All of the programs that are already connected to the school require you to have taken x amount of a foreign language first. Which is exactly what I'm trying to avoid. So it looks like I'll have to do the program I want independently, and then transfer credits back to The Ipfoo. Or perhaps just test out of that silly frog-tongue class. Whatever.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Repost this if you think homophobia is wrong.

After much deliberation, and consultin with a few other people, I have Finally signed up for classes. For the Spring of 2006 I will be taking:

Photography Fundamentals / Visual Communication (I'm currently enrolled for both of them, since I don't know whether I'll be able to use my digicam for PhotoFund)
Intro to Biology + Lab (Only because it fulfills a GenEd requirement for me)
Gender Roles (200 level Soc class that I'll hopefully be able to use for an arts and sciences req)
and . . . the icing on the cake . . .
Principles of Logic (it'll fulfill an A&S requirement, and it should help me later when writing papers. Then again, I may totally bomb it.)

All totaled, I'll have 13cr hr. Strangely enough, all of my classes ended up being in the evening for spring. If I end up in the Visual Com class, I won't have class any earlier than 4pm during the week. Alternatively, I could take Fundamentals of Performance rather than something else, but . . . it wouldn't count towards anything. Unfortunately, the Logic class, which I really want to take, is only offered at 9am on Saturday. So no MI SL for me next semester. Annoying, but c'est la vie. There are more important things in life.