Way back when there was a caveman named Og. He was a perfectly normal sort of caveman - he'd go out and hunt all day while his wife, Ogette, kept the cave clean and gathered vegetables and took care of the kids. One day, Og went out to hunt the sabertooth tiger. He had a pretty successful day - didn't get eaten, which was always a plus - but when he came back with the spoils of his hunt he discovered a large boulder had fallen off the mountain and was blocking Ogette and their two kids, Ogling and Betty, inside the cave. Og tried with all of his might to move the boulder, able all the while to hear Ogette calling for help, but it wouldn't budge.

Then, Og had a thought (something of a rare occurrence for him). Og's neighbor a few caves down, name of Lever, was a clever guy. He spoke in full sentences and everything. Lever was really good, particularly, at moving heavy stuff around. So Og called to Ogette and Ogling and Betty that he was going to get help, and rushed off to find Lever.

Og and Lever came back, and Lever considered the situation, then nodded, quite sure he knew what to do. Hunting in the forest he found a big tree branch and a large rock, wedged the branch under the boulder and heaved. And heaved. And heaved some more. But the boulder didn't move. But Lever was not to be deterred. Heading off into the forest again he found a bigger tree branch and a larger rock, came back, wedged the bigger branch under the boulder and once more he heaved. And heaved. And he and Og heaved together. And still the boulder didn't move.

Og's other neighbors were starting to gather around at this point, and one at the back, name of Nate, came forward and asked what was going on. Then, when Og explained that Ogette and Ogling and Betty were trapped inside the cave, and that he and Lever had tried everything they could think of to move the boulder, Nate nodded wisely. "Oh, ok, I see," he said, and then stepped forward and simply pushed the boulder out of the way as though it was the easiest thing in the world. Ogette and Ogling and Betty were saved, and there was much rejoicing.

And the moral of the story is, better Nate than Lever.

Who'd have thought college finals could be easier than midterms? I mean, sure, this time I don't have a crazy stalker shutting off my brain and keeping me from sleeping through the night, but still, take the high points where they come? And my physics final yesterday was definitely a high point.

And you know, I can't tell if I'm happy or angry in this post, either. But Samson says that ambivalence is a perfectly normal reaction. Although, of course, he used more words and made it sound much less stupid.

Um, yeah. Apparently what with the midterms and the stress and the working too hard and so on, I've gone and developed a fun new sleeping habit. -_-

Which is to say, last night I got caught out of bed, only I thought I was still in bed. Sleepwalking, the new insomnia.

Did some research, since people always say it's dangerous to wake up sleepwalkers. Turns out it's dangerous to the waker, not the wakee, as "the sleepwalker may be disoriented and lash out". Given I'm, like, tiny compared to most of you I really don't think that's a problem, and I would vastly prefer to be woken up before I get outside since, you know, outside at night in November in pjs, so not a lot of fun.

So, yeah, if you see me being all weird, walking through the halls in my pjs with my eyes shut, please wake me up. I'll appreciate it lots.

My boyfriend, James Arthur Madrox, is the best, sweetest, most wonderful boy on the entire planet and I love him intensely. Today is two years, hooorah!

Going out now...

Mmmmm, toast. I missed toast.

With all the requests and whatnot for us to not blow up the mansion you'd begin to think we do it on purpose. Personally I've always thought that the Asgard adventure proved that we were simply the gods favorite playtoy.

No worries, Forge, I have no intention of blowing up any part of the school while your father is here. :D

Hey, Dr. McCoy, what's up? Am not about to object to not having class, but you didn't even leave a note. I've got that independant project ready to hand in, can bring it down tonight if you want.

See, I should totally be working on my physics project, but the computer can compile all on it's own, and it's not like I need to babysit my data.

I like holidays, sort of, but God don't they just get everyone down. Especially when we're almost all of us sitting on the sword's edge of depressed half the time anyways, it seems. It's like - well, the weather's crap and cold and the sun isn't out for more than seven hours a day anyway, and all of our families are miles and miles away (and half of them aren't talking to us anyway), so let's have a party.

Meh. I don't know what I'm on about. I did have a good(ish) Thanksgiving, and of course I had all sorts of things to be thankful for. I should stop moping and go back to playing with my equations. There's definitely something funny going on in my third data set.