Soup Opera

That's my new neologism. I have no idea what it means, but it sounds intriguingly demeaning and funny. Anyone have ideas?

What's been going on? Well, classes, mostly. I've been trying to talk to more real people, also. That's something I've been poor at recently. There's a girl who invited me to watch Jeopardy! with her on weeknights sometimes, but then I went at 7:30 and discovered that she was three but watching America's Next Top Model. Turns out Jeopardy! isn't on at 7:30 here. It's Central Time, one hour behind, so naturally it's on at 4:30. "Wha?" I realized just tonight that, though I thought I was going to have a pretty easy midterm week, it's actually going to be a ridiculous amount of work. Maybe not ridiculous. Maybe so. It's because I'm in Press. That means I have a meeting to prepare for, which is going to happen on Tuesday. I also have to write a story or write something for craft of fiction and distribute it by tomorrow night. And I also have to become good at playing cadences for my keyboard lab on Tuesday. And I have to become good at sight singing, for my aural skills test on Tuesday. Yeah: it's a lot of work. But after Tuesday, I'm mostly free. Linguistics midsem on Wednesday, which will be a breeze (let's hope that doesn't become a jinx, but I don't think it will). All this basically means that tomorrow and Monday are solid work, and Tuesday is a culmination, and then I'm just waiting for spring break. For which I'm frustrated that no one has offered me a ride yet, despite requests both active and passive. I'm still looking, though.
-I watched a couple movies on the College's dime. No Country for Old Men was pretty awesome, and so was Into the Wild. Except for the dying young and alone part, Alexander Supertramp's looks like an excellent life. Llewelyn Moss's looks a bit less so, what with the being chased and executed by a madman who kills people with a cattle-slaughtering gun. On a vaguely related note, I had Imaginary Week in my journal, and in it I ran off and hopped a train to somewhere in Minnesota (that's where Imaginary Week always seems to end up). I camped in the snow, and later stumbled upon the camp of a girl who did the same thing, though she was in high school and so did it while still going to school each day. We camped together a few nights, but I refrained from taking the plot very deep in the relationship, because it just seems wrong to have my first significant relationship be one I completely made up.
-And, I've been working on Newt (the font), but because school has kept me so busy, I'm still not done. After Tuesday, I should be able to get through with it. After all, in various bits of free time, I've gotten to the last of the eight styles I needed to upgrade. So, once I'm done with that, I'll save it and take it home, or if I have time, I'll fix it up good here, and then I'll put the foreign stuff up on the Typophile Critique page, and then I'll sell it. Huzzah for making money! It seems this process is interminable, but it really is coming close to an end now. After it does, I'll be able to start working on Cyril, and then sell that. It should go for a good amount, since it has such extensive language support. I'm making a Greek for it, and the Greek looks really cool. I also made chess pieces for it. Here, I'll show you.

Edited: I don't know why, but the link only wants to show a picture I have of a guy holding an egg. It might work now.