WTF????

My first A of the entire semester!!!! I got a 91% on my first major project for my Online Journalism class! WOOOHOOOO!!!!

The project required us to design a web page for our personal student profiles, to replace the bland sample sites provided by the school network. I worked overnight on it for several weeks, and now it finally paid off!!

Hopefully this is a good omen for the rest of the semester. ^_^

The story the DEN has been writing about gaming addictions has been published in today's paper, page 3. A big picture of me sits atop the headline, playing a computer game.

Who knows what will come of it, hopefully some awareness.

I've officially been staying awake for nearly 30 hours now, and sugar cookies and pepsi are still keeping me alive. I'm not sure why I haven't collapsed yet, but I guess I'll find out soon enough...

Another full class and work day. I pray my professors don't kill me before my sleep deprivation does.

Insane insomnia...

I think it's a bad thing that when, you think you have strep throat, and the cough drops are actually making you cough.

Worst time to get sick, ever. Two papers, a test and a 30% project due this week. Just my luck.

Oh, and about rice krispies post below, here's some good random nutrition to go with it:

I'm good with Goblin Techies, Lich, Dwarven Sniper, Spiritbreaker and Queen of Pain.

Needed to get that huge-ass post off the front page.

I'm trying not to lose my sanity and friendship while being hopelessly addicted. Thank you for your patience and understanding in this matter.

~ Chris

We got the twin emps a week or so ago, but the memory is still fresh.

Hopeless mindless indulgent selfishness. Seeking peace and forgiveness for negligence and past wrongdoings, for I have sinned. Searching for what I lost, haven't found anything save for the merciless rebound of my iron heart on the soulless  and empty cage of myself. Hunger consumes  me as all-encompassing as amnesia in late stages of potential squirrelicide. Body asking me why I'm not eating, and my empty pockets reply with hollow sobriety. The rapid deterioration of my morals stands idly by, watching me eat myself alive in a Matrix of my own devising, a philosophical experiment of some sick and twisted evil scientiest, yet in my own enlightened despair I realize I was that depraved scientist. Tybalt longing for Juliet impeding thoughts of incest, dragons within me fighting for love and life and God knows what else was long gone within me, fighting for a cause that no longer exists, searching for a happiness that cannot be attained, the journey mocking me with a path of nails to remind me of the pain I've wrought upon others. Forgiveness is elusive as immortality, and seems just as close when hunger introduces me to its co-worker, Mr. Reaper. Eyelids heavy as battleships, fighting to keep back the night of my subconscious and guilty conscience, hoping one day the impossible will come and cure my cancer, and uplift me from this self-devised prison. Never wanting to admit to the startling and painful realization that I can be my only salvation and yet I'm suddenly finding myself staring at a plate full of pancakes, growing cold with my moldy oatmeal, trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me and why I can't restore warmth to my life. The home I left behind is locked within my memories, never to be touched again by hallowed hands, nor the glimpse of sore eyes, yearning to breathe free. The constitution of my mind is sueing my body for libel, for what I've eaten thus far has defamed everything I've accomplished, just like that oatmeal I force myself to eat before forcing myself to go to a class I'm late for anyway, knowing that no matter how hard I try... Darkness is everywhere, inside me and deathly silent it deafens my heart. Can I ever know true love? Time will tell, as surely God will not allow me to walk the primrose path to hell for much longer... was it God or was it my father? Which father - biological or religious? Time has  betrayed me, I thought, only when the warm milk  at the breakfast table reminds me that my lips are still dry, and that I've betrayed every memory I possess within a mental album reminiscent of that of Our Town, and I'm the cashier, who can't take it anymore and shoots everyone in the grocery store. Can you forgive me?

Okay, so my sleep schedule isn't quite under control yet....

So I've got some connection problems >.< I'm averaging around 1200 ms latency in Ironforge regardless of time of day, ~ 700 ms in raids without Vent or Media Player running, and ~ 2500 ms in raids with said programs running.

Disc / Holy review in light of heal rank 4

Greater Heal dependent

I'm contacting my ISP soon, if they can be contacted. The campus ISP has not made itself be known easily, but a few friends in the DEN are helping me find out. Hopefully the Trace-Route connection problems will be the only things that need to be resolved in this issue. It's almost fitting I made it into Eminence shortly before these problems sprung up on campus. Clean Access FTL.

Homework and assignments are at an all-time high, and surprisingly my sleep schedule is improving a little. I want to take more daytime naps, though. >_< Not sure how to fix that. My meals are what are lacking. Screw the fact that I play WoW on the weekends: my classes run back-to-back during lunch and dinner hours of the dining hall hours, so I am completely unable to use my meal swipes. I have cookies for lunch and pretzels for dinner.

Besides that, I'm in relatively high spirits. Class in 8 min, so I'll catch y'all after work.

Calcifer, I'm sorry, but Silverheart is working arduously lately, and Jim is deep in enemty territory. We will take again, but not in the immediate future. I'm sorry. It can't be helped.

~ Chris