Just a little bit of housekeeping, those tabs at the top have been overloaded beyond their capacity or something, but over half the blogs aren’t visible, at least not to me. So yeah, if you’re interested in reading other folkses blogses, they’re around. Yeah.
Oh, and another bit too lol, putting posts on protect, just because some spam’s been coming through the comments. If you’re already registered, leave a comment, if you’re not but reached this otherwise, you can probably find a way to IM me or whatever.
On to the blog

Having been at CMU for nearly a year, I’ve reached a bad habit that having only one class even remotely near noon has only helped. I’ve become nocturnal.
I say this as bad because the world is not nocturnal, at least not the human one, not the one that matters. Because love it or hate it, daytime is when everything happens, and as much as I love trying to sneak past my hall’s supersweet motion sensing lights. Y’know, just cancel whatever thoughts I was going on to. Motion sensor lights are crazy cool. Just the fact that they’re motion sensing just makes me want to try to see how far I can get without turning on the lights. Of course, I end up putting my foot out my door and the hall’s lit up like the Fourth of July. It really triggers the whole deer-frozen-in-headlights thing. Bam! Lights! Oh god! They found me! Damn lights…
what aren’t so cool are the motion sensing towel dispensers. The motion flusher toilets, great idea. They’re spoiling me really, I almost forgot to flush once when I was off campus, it was unsettling. Anyways, the motion sensing towel dispensers make me feel like a wizard, mostly because I end up waving my hands in front of that ambiguous little red glowing plastic pane trying to trigger the thing to give me my towel. Of course in waving my hands around I’ve already dried them off anyways in the process and sprayed the guy nearby with a light watery clean mist. Still, I always end up doing the weirdest hand waves and get carried away thinking I’m casting a paper-summoning spell.
A Short Mental Dialogue with Actual Props
*the waving arms and flappinge handes*
Me: “Papyrium Cometh!”
*bzzt* /sudden encounter with paper towel
Me: “excellent…excellent, now to find a flying broomstick and save the world”
*dries off hands*
*disposes of paper in proper waste receptacle*
Fin.

Now, the paper dispenser is fun when it’s automatic, but the automatic faucets with auto-soap dispenser, pure hell. Pure and utter hell. I mean it, what the fuck.
I’m sitting there, waving my hands around, I’m like, moving them in three dimensions round and about and all over, and then I get like, a short spray of water. Then I wave my hands around some more, get another spurt, keep going, and the sweet spot is invariably the place I least expect it, like all the way at the bottom where the drain is. And the soap, forget it. I just…cannot express how unfulfilling it is performing so much work for so little soap. I mean, what are we, four years old that we can’t turn a fucking knob? Hell, I love washing my hands in icy cold water, it makes me feel like I’m washing them in The Poland Springs. Before it became Poland Springs. And not the real one either, the fake imaginary one that’s described on the bottle D

Yeah.

EDIT: k, so when I said protected, I meant Closed Comments, which I guess means nobody can comment…well, I guess let the spam roll. Good catch CommS D
^ I realize now, a week later, that this edit’s pretty ambiguous. Comments are OPEN *cough gimme comments, evil Commentbaron *cough* *cough*