Yes, it's Friday, and as the title of this entry suggests, NOTHING is going to get done today.
I have just blazed through 2 episodes of Doctor Who, the ones I've most wanted to see from this past season. He became a mortal, regular, stupid human just like us. It was fun to watch David Tennant playing that sort of depth-the Doc's human form was a great guy, but freaked out a bit when push came to shove and he had to go back to being his old self.
All in all, it was a wonderfully made pair of episodes, and I found myself shouting, "RUN!" or "OPEN THE STUPID WATCH!" more than once (the watch contained his Doctor-ishness, so he had to open it to become himself again)
Anyway, I have some stuff to finish today and I should get to it after class...maybe. I have Housing stuff to do for next fall, stuff to sell at the CD resale place up by Shopko, and a watchband to turn in because it doesn't fit my watch.
If those three things get done today (and only if I get the damn e-mail saying that Ben has gotten someone to cover that shift he wanted covered,) then I can pretty much lay back and smell nonexistent roses...until I have to get my homework done. ;)
I have class in a half hour and boy, don't I want to go. The teacher's not good at teaching; clearly a smart guy but needs some lessons on how to get his class to behave. And how to teach us. It's a 100 level class but for some reason we're getting stuff taught to us that a 300 level class would teach (chemistry of seawater? Molecule of cloroethylene blah blah blah pollutes the bay with such and such percentages?). :0
This class should be basic: "This is the ocean; it's blue." "This is a fish; this is a shark." "This is the ocean surface. It has waves." That sort of stuff.
Well, I should go do important things like put my shoes on and such stuff. Joy.
Cheers,
Bec
29.11.07
Oh, it's Thursday Again.
Pluses: Tomorrow is Friday.
I may be going to see a movie for free next weekend.
My homework doesn't include math!
Because I already finished that.
Minuses: Today is Thursday and it's only half-over.
My laptop battery will be here NEXT week. (About 15 minutes after I wrote this, I got the battery. So much for December 4th)
I have a lot of homework to do.
It's not easy homework either.
So, all in all, your typically long Thursday. I sometimes wonder if I'm paying penance for tomorrow's sins because boy am I going to SLACK OFF. I may even watch the Doctor trying his hand at being mortal for a couple of episodes-wowee!
Have to go to class in about 15 minutes because I have stuff to print off-yes, I have yet to learn my lesson and print the stuff off two or three days before. I doubt I will learn anything in two weeks, either.
I am also drinking tea like an...well, I guess it'd be a British person. Yet another aspect of my personality fallen to the English. Mom keeps saying I'm going to get over there, fall in love with the place, and never come back.
That's crazy. I have to come back and finish college. THEN I might go over there and not come back. Less snow, more rain. And plenty of fish and chips. :)
THAT'S BLOODY BRILLIANT! I SHOULD DO THAT!
Ah, I gotta go in five. Time to round up my stuff.
Cheers,
Bec
I may be going to see a movie for free next weekend.
My homework doesn't include math!
Because I already finished that.
Minuses: Today is Thursday and it's only half-over.
My laptop battery will be here NEXT week. (About 15 minutes after I wrote this, I got the battery. So much for December 4th)
I have a lot of homework to do.
It's not easy homework either.
So, all in all, your typically long Thursday. I sometimes wonder if I'm paying penance for tomorrow's sins because boy am I going to SLACK OFF. I may even watch the Doctor trying his hand at being mortal for a couple of episodes-wowee!
Have to go to class in about 15 minutes because I have stuff to print off-yes, I have yet to learn my lesson and print the stuff off two or three days before. I doubt I will learn anything in two weeks, either.
I am also drinking tea like an...well, I guess it'd be a British person. Yet another aspect of my personality fallen to the English. Mom keeps saying I'm going to get over there, fall in love with the place, and never come back.
That's crazy. I have to come back and finish college. THEN I might go over there and not come back. Less snow, more rain. And plenty of fish and chips. :)
THAT'S BLOODY BRILLIANT! I SHOULD DO THAT!
Ah, I gotta go in five. Time to round up my stuff.
Cheers,
Bec
28.11.07
HUMP day.
HUMP, of course, stands for "Holy Udder, Middle (of the) Path!"
Currently working one of my two shifts at the library this week. I'll be done within the half hour, then I trip off to class, which apparently is bad to miss today (at least according to the e-mail I was just sent from the prof)
I have so many things to finish today and I honestly don't know if I'll polish them all off or leave half for tomorrow. I'll either get excessively lazy and not finish anything or I'll get excessively OCD and finish all of them.
Will know my blood type after today. Life has become so dull that I am actually looking forward to this knowledge, if only to make me all excited that I HAVE a blood type and I KNOW it.
I could have just ASKED a VAMPIRE and saved myself 13 BUCKS. But I HAD to have it done with HYGENIC NEEDLES and PROPER MEDICAL EQUIPMENT so I guess I have to pay the price, eh?
UPDATE: O Negative, that's who I am. :)
I assume that the nonexistent snow we got last night is yet to come today (if you call a light dusting a snow shower.) We're definitely getting some-my back hasn't hurt that much in ages...
Em liked the Rudolph the door reindeer and so he stays, at least until 2 weeks and 3 days from now. Plus the weekends.
Still going shopping this weekend and STILL searching for Anna's shower basket. Everyone else I've finished, but not Anna. If I don't find it soon I'm going to have to buy her some other college supply thing and Lord knows WHAT my mind will come up with if left to do THAT.
Gotta go to class in 5 and be bored to tears, so I will sign off. 35 days till H-Day! Or is it E-Day? Or is it YAY I'M GOING TO BLOODY ENGLAND!!!! Day?
Must think on this. There has to be a better name for that day....
Cheers,
Bec
Currently working one of my two shifts at the library this week. I'll be done within the half hour, then I trip off to class, which apparently is bad to miss today (at least according to the e-mail I was just sent from the prof)
I have so many things to finish today and I honestly don't know if I'll polish them all off or leave half for tomorrow. I'll either get excessively lazy and not finish anything or I'll get excessively OCD and finish all of them.
Will know my blood type after today. Life has become so dull that I am actually looking forward to this knowledge, if only to make me all excited that I HAVE a blood type and I KNOW it.
I could have just ASKED a VAMPIRE and saved myself 13 BUCKS. But I HAD to have it done with HYGENIC NEEDLES and PROPER MEDICAL EQUIPMENT so I guess I have to pay the price, eh?
UPDATE: O Negative, that's who I am. :)
I assume that the nonexistent snow we got last night is yet to come today (if you call a light dusting a snow shower.) We're definitely getting some-my back hasn't hurt that much in ages...
Em liked the Rudolph the door reindeer and so he stays, at least until 2 weeks and 3 days from now. Plus the weekends.
Still going shopping this weekend and STILL searching for Anna's shower basket. Everyone else I've finished, but not Anna. If I don't find it soon I'm going to have to buy her some other college supply thing and Lord knows WHAT my mind will come up with if left to do THAT.
Gotta go to class in 5 and be bored to tears, so I will sign off. 35 days till H-Day! Or is it E-Day? Or is it YAY I'M GOING TO BLOODY ENGLAND!!!! Day?
Must think on this. There has to be a better name for that day....
Cheers,
Bec
27.11.07
Today: Getting Things Done
So far today I have:
Called the clinic back home to find out if they had my blood type on file. They said they didn't. So that meant I would have to get it, so I called Student Health Services and arranged an appointment with them. Then I tried to call my mother.
Couldn't get through to Mom (she must have left for work already) so I watched an episode of the Doctor, then went to tutoring, waited an hour, went to class, watched another episode of the Doctor, went up the hill, got blood drawn but was told the results wouldn't be in till tomorrow after 2, went over to Towers to deal with Housing stuff and came back down the hill.
So, tomorrow. Work, class, wait a bit, up the hill to get my results, then another class, then I MIGHT get to take a night off and watch more of the Doctor (he seems to be fitted around everything else. What I'm going to do when I run out of episodes next week I don't know)
I wouldn't be getting my blood type tested if I didn't know I was accident-prone and needing it. But better safe than sorry. If I know my blood type at least then I won't have to find out all over again someday, and that's always nice to know.
Not much else going on today besides the stuff I've already listed off. My laptop battery has YET to arrive and now I'm getting impatient. I should call my sister and find out what's going on with it.
Update from later on: She says it left California and it should arrive around December 4th-NEXT WEEK. Oy...
I just made a reindeer for the front door. Hope Em doesn't think he's too anemic-looking.
Cheers,
Bec
Called the clinic back home to find out if they had my blood type on file. They said they didn't. So that meant I would have to get it, so I called Student Health Services and arranged an appointment with them. Then I tried to call my mother.
Couldn't get through to Mom (she must have left for work already) so I watched an episode of the Doctor, then went to tutoring, waited an hour, went to class, watched another episode of the Doctor, went up the hill, got blood drawn but was told the results wouldn't be in till tomorrow after 2, went over to Towers to deal with Housing stuff and came back down the hill.
So, tomorrow. Work, class, wait a bit, up the hill to get my results, then another class, then I MIGHT get to take a night off and watch more of the Doctor (he seems to be fitted around everything else. What I'm going to do when I run out of episodes next week I don't know)
I wouldn't be getting my blood type tested if I didn't know I was accident-prone and needing it. But better safe than sorry. If I know my blood type at least then I won't have to find out all over again someday, and that's always nice to know.
Not much else going on today besides the stuff I've already listed off. My laptop battery has YET to arrive and now I'm getting impatient. I should call my sister and find out what's going on with it.
Update from later on: She says it left California and it should arrive around December 4th-NEXT WEEK. Oy...
I just made a reindeer for the front door. Hope Em doesn't think he's too anemic-looking.
Cheers,
Bec
26.11.07
Two Days Missed
Friday's appointment was five minutes in and out. No change to my meds-apparently the doc was happy with the way I am now. I guess if my knuckles aren't constantly screaming in pain then that's the measure of how bad I am.
Saturday was spent rounding up small objects for leaving the country. You wouldn't believe the amount of small objects needed for this trip, but I got most of them.
Meanwhile, took forever to get back here yesterday thanks to Dad's constant lateness problem. If we'd started earlier, Mom would have been able to get the gloves she needed and her frozen fingers would be more comfortable. Now I have to go and get them this weekend on my time off. Oh, well. Another trip to the mall for me :)
Not much going on yet; I have some things to finish today because I didn't do them yet.
I'll write more when I am less busy-gotta go make a LIST!
Cheers,
Bec
Saturday was spent rounding up small objects for leaving the country. You wouldn't believe the amount of small objects needed for this trip, but I got most of them.
Meanwhile, took forever to get back here yesterday thanks to Dad's constant lateness problem. If we'd started earlier, Mom would have been able to get the gloves she needed and her frozen fingers would be more comfortable. Now I have to go and get them this weekend on my time off. Oh, well. Another trip to the mall for me :)
Not much going on yet; I have some things to finish today because I didn't do them yet.
I'll write more when I am less busy-gotta go make a LIST!
Cheers,
Bec
23.11.07
Post-Thanksgiving Notes
Well, there goes Thanksgiving, and for me I am only thanking the fact that it's over. Got ignored by most of the relatives just like I expected; fortunately was acknowledged by those that I actually WANTED to talk to.
So, all in all, exactly what I have come to expect from holidays with my family. Luckily I kept myself entertained with other things and so I was never bored most of the time.
Today will be loads more fun! Doctor's visit! I may actually get my medication changed! Something may actually go right for once!
When I wrote most of this blog last night in the car on the way home(!), I was listening to Avril Lavigne warbling like a sick canary on the radio and was apparently wishing she would lose her voice. I was also smashed between Sara and Dad, and commented that at least I was warm. Anna was driving until the snow caused a whiteout on the road and she and Dad had to switch places so that we could get home.
Mom, of course, was covering her eyes or trying to pretend she was sleeping through the whole thing. She panics when Anna or Sara drives.
Today was Black Friday and pretty soon we'll hear reports of people being trampled at Target because they were just too slow for the rushing mob of parents wanting lead-free non-Chinese made toys. Long live consumerism.
Cheers,
Bec
So, all in all, exactly what I have come to expect from holidays with my family. Luckily I kept myself entertained with other things and so I was never bored most of the time.
Today will be loads more fun! Doctor's visit! I may actually get my medication changed! Something may actually go right for once!
When I wrote most of this blog last night in the car on the way home(!), I was listening to Avril Lavigne warbling like a sick canary on the radio and was apparently wishing she would lose her voice. I was also smashed between Sara and Dad, and commented that at least I was warm. Anna was driving until the snow caused a whiteout on the road and she and Dad had to switch places so that we could get home.
Mom, of course, was covering her eyes or trying to pretend she was sleeping through the whole thing. She panics when Anna or Sara drives.
Today was Black Friday and pretty soon we'll hear reports of people being trampled at Target because they were just too slow for the rushing mob of parents wanting lead-free non-Chinese made toys. Long live consumerism.
Cheers,
Bec
21.11.07
I'm Free...But Where's My Taxi?
So, I've watched Doctor Who lose Rose to a parallel universe (boy, did I cry over THAT one...and as is usual with sad goodbyes, the Doctor took so long to say "Rose Tyler, I love you," that the transmission cut out at the "I" bit and so he never actually SAID it. Oy.)
And there he was, with tears in his eyes, all alone on the TARDIS again.
WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
On a happier note, I am getting the H out of Dodge. That is, if my chariot ever shows up. I'm packed, I'm done with all the projects I think need finishing before hols (oh, my Britishisms are coming out to play. Fine, then. That's just grand. Think I'll potter off and have a cup of tea...)
I am all set to be ignored tomorrow. Let them treat me like a piece of wall paneling! Let them play their silly games! Let them walk past me as if I were an ant observing the festivities! Screw them all! I get food regardless of their idiocy and lack of knowledge about the existential parallel multidimensional universe that I seem to exist in alone! Yes!
It's snowing. I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy about it anymore or whether it's already gotten old. It hasn't even stuck to the ground yet and I'm fed up with it. I really need a vacation.
So here I sit, run out of things to do. I could do math homework (cue uproarious laughter)
Or I could watch Matt Bellamy do that thing to the balloon again...think I'll do that.
Cheers. When I write you next, oh few readers, I will be in a place called Thanksgiving Holiday '07-Cue the Terrible, Horrible Relatives!
Bec
And there he was, with tears in his eyes, all alone on the TARDIS again.
WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
On a happier note, I am getting the H out of Dodge. That is, if my chariot ever shows up. I'm packed, I'm done with all the projects I think need finishing before hols (oh, my Britishisms are coming out to play. Fine, then. That's just grand. Think I'll potter off and have a cup of tea...)
I am all set to be ignored tomorrow. Let them treat me like a piece of wall paneling! Let them play their silly games! Let them walk past me as if I were an ant observing the festivities! Screw them all! I get food regardless of their idiocy and lack of knowledge about the existential parallel multidimensional universe that I seem to exist in alone! Yes!
It's snowing. I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy about it anymore or whether it's already gotten old. It hasn't even stuck to the ground yet and I'm fed up with it. I really need a vacation.
So here I sit, run out of things to do. I could do math homework (cue uproarious laughter)
Or I could watch Matt Bellamy do that thing to the balloon again...think I'll do that.
Cheers. When I write you next, oh few readers, I will be in a place called Thanksgiving Holiday '07-Cue the Terrible, Horrible Relatives!
Bec
20.11.07
Day Before I Am Unleashed
Today was Tuesday...and what a long Tuesday it was. I felt like Tantalus-about to drink the water only to have it drain away beneath my feet; about to pick the fruit off the tree only to have the stupid tree say no and leap up out of my reach.
Thanksgiving will no longer suck so much seeing as I have legally downloaded three Muse concerts in order to alleviate any case of boredom I may experience. I have a choice: I can either go with one from 2001, one from 2004, or one from 2006. Each has its own unique merits, but my mood on Thursday will really determine which one gets my vote.
I should be packing now; I have so much to do before I leave tomorrow and here I am not doing anything at all, 'cept typing. Em's packing like a maniac; but she's had more time than me, anyway.
Now I'm into a debate over whether I should pack my stuffed moose Mustard, my sheep Cotton, and my monkey Bongo (oh and Heathcliff, too) and send them home now or wait until Christmastime and pack them in with everything else. Choices, choices...
Along with books, DVD's, videos, jewelry...should I pack it all in a box and send it home yet or send it home along with me and spend a large portion of two weeks sorting the stuff out, along with trying to sort out what goes overseas with me?
The stress is killing me. Mustard is up on my DVD's looking sad at me-I think he LIKES being here, but he's not something I NEED down here. Same with the other three...
Well, I should make these decisions when I haven't sat in class and ignored the teacher for three straight hours. I was reading the book he assigned. Shame on me.
Gotta go pack. This would be so much easier if I had beaming technology...or a U-Haul to call my own...
Cheers,
Bec
Thanksgiving will no longer suck so much seeing as I have legally downloaded three Muse concerts in order to alleviate any case of boredom I may experience. I have a choice: I can either go with one from 2001, one from 2004, or one from 2006. Each has its own unique merits, but my mood on Thursday will really determine which one gets my vote.
I should be packing now; I have so much to do before I leave tomorrow and here I am not doing anything at all, 'cept typing. Em's packing like a maniac; but she's had more time than me, anyway.
Now I'm into a debate over whether I should pack my stuffed moose Mustard, my sheep Cotton, and my monkey Bongo (oh and Heathcliff, too) and send them home now or wait until Christmastime and pack them in with everything else. Choices, choices...
Along with books, DVD's, videos, jewelry...should I pack it all in a box and send it home yet or send it home along with me and spend a large portion of two weeks sorting the stuff out, along with trying to sort out what goes overseas with me?
The stress is killing me. Mustard is up on my DVD's looking sad at me-I think he LIKES being here, but he's not something I NEED down here. Same with the other three...
Well, I should make these decisions when I haven't sat in class and ignored the teacher for three straight hours. I was reading the book he assigned. Shame on me.
Gotta go pack. This would be so much easier if I had beaming technology...or a U-Haul to call my own...
Cheers,
Bec
18.11.07
Nothing
Today absolutely nothing was done; save that I watched a lot of-you guessed it-Doctor Who. Some Muse in there, little bit of Incubus.
The goal I have set is finishing Season 2 of the Doctor's current run by Tuesday (there are only 13 episodes in a given season.) So far I'm completely on track to finish. I'm now up to the two-parter where Who goes to Hell (say THAT five times fast)
I want to start Season 3 (the year when Rose is gone and Martha steps in as the new Companion) when I get back. I can take forever with season 3; it's the last one aired so far.
Um, that's about it. My arm is better but not great; if the weather gets bad I'm going to be in trouble all over again, so there's no good rejoicing that the damn thing works again.
Gotta be getting to bed.
Cheers,
Bec
The goal I have set is finishing Season 2 of the Doctor's current run by Tuesday (there are only 13 episodes in a given season.) So far I'm completely on track to finish. I'm now up to the two-parter where Who goes to Hell (say THAT five times fast)
I want to start Season 3 (the year when Rose is gone and Martha steps in as the new Companion) when I get back. I can take forever with season 3; it's the last one aired so far.
Um, that's about it. My arm is better but not great; if the weather gets bad I'm going to be in trouble all over again, so there's no good rejoicing that the damn thing works again.
Gotta be getting to bed.
Cheers,
Bec
17.11.07
My Day Is Being Typed One-Handed...
My left arm and I have to have a chat. Actually it's my wrist (again) and I want a hacksaw or Vicodin. Dope me up and send me downriver...
It's been really sore and I assume I am still suffering from two weeks ago when I got overexuberant and knocked it silly. I apparently didn't completely recover.
I just hope I don't get a fierce telling-off next week from the doctor (pronounced with a Dashing British Accent) when he finds I've been rejoicing over Pete getting his memory back on Heroes. Mom told me I shouldn't have been so happy. Well excuuuuuse me...
But now I have problems. This is going to screw up my entire week. What am I going to do if the darn thing starts misbehaving on Thanksgiving and I have to invent some excuse as to why I can't open the cans of creamed corn? Or when I can't cut my own turkey?
But then there's always the option of doping myself senseless on painkillers in order to alleviate both pains at once: the pain of being around my relatives and the pain in my wrist.
At least I only have to live through 2 1/2 days this week. And my relations. And my doctor's visit...
I'm watching "Chronicles of Narnia," one of my favorite movies. Hopefully Em can stay awake through it this time.
I think that's just about it for today; typing one-handed is such an annoying thing to do; infinitely slow and meticulous.
Cheers,
Bec
It's been really sore and I assume I am still suffering from two weeks ago when I got overexuberant and knocked it silly. I apparently didn't completely recover.
I just hope I don't get a fierce telling-off next week from the doctor (pronounced with a Dashing British Accent) when he finds I've been rejoicing over Pete getting his memory back on Heroes. Mom told me I shouldn't have been so happy. Well excuuuuuse me...
But now I have problems. This is going to screw up my entire week. What am I going to do if the darn thing starts misbehaving on Thanksgiving and I have to invent some excuse as to why I can't open the cans of creamed corn? Or when I can't cut my own turkey?
But then there's always the option of doping myself senseless on painkillers in order to alleviate both pains at once: the pain of being around my relatives and the pain in my wrist.
At least I only have to live through 2 1/2 days this week. And my relations. And my doctor's visit...
I'm watching "Chronicles of Narnia," one of my favorite movies. Hopefully Em can stay awake through it this time.
I think that's just about it for today; typing one-handed is such an annoying thing to do; infinitely slow and meticulous.
Cheers,
Bec
Hey, Friday!
Actually, it's not Friday anymore here, but Saturday morning. Very early Saturday morning. My roommate wanted to watch Pirates of the Caribbean Number One, and I obliged, only to watch her fall asleep AGAIN. I think I'm about to turn it off; I want to go to bed and I'm not watching it anyway.
Not much to report. I scanned a sickening amount of documents for England today; now they're on the computer and I can print endless copies when I want to.
Did laundry (yay)
I don't know what I'll do tomorrow now that pretty much everything else is done around here; save a tad bit of homework.
Well, that's about it. My medication still isn't working; fingers still hurt. One week until I get a reprieve from my suffering. Kansari had better give me good drugs this time. I need 'em.
Gotta go get some sleep :}
Cheers,
Bec
Not much to report. I scanned a sickening amount of documents for England today; now they're on the computer and I can print endless copies when I want to.
Did laundry (yay)
I don't know what I'll do tomorrow now that pretty much everything else is done around here; save a tad bit of homework.
Well, that's about it. My medication still isn't working; fingers still hurt. One week until I get a reprieve from my suffering. Kansari had better give me good drugs this time. I need 'em.
Gotta go get some sleep :}
Cheers,
Bec
15.11.07
Writing in Class Again
Today I won't complain like I did yesterday, mostly because it's cold out and my fingers hurt a lot today.
Nothing much going on, except I spoke with Mom and we've been invited down to Aunt Wanda's again. If you're a regular reader of this blog, last week Thursday's entry said everything I needed to say on this particular subject.
So Thanksgiving is going to be a complete and utter bust, as far as fun goes. I have to get games installed on this laptop so I can actually DO stuff with it when I'm being ignored next week.
I have everyone's Christmas present except Anna's, because I just haven't gotten to the right store to buy it yet. Sara's done, Mom's done, Dad is always an optional because he's so blasted hard to buy for. Oh. I have to get Lonie's, too...darn. Nearly forgot her again.
Today's been sort of slow; I think I'm on the up from my cold now. My head is clearing and my cough is pretty much gone. I may have actually beat this thing. I was hoping to be able to make the rest of them sick next week (revenge for making me show up at Thanksgiving dinner,) but that would mean I would have to be sick all this weekend and that's no fun at all.
Tomorrow I go a-scanning. You won't BELIEVE how much stuff I have rounded up; and there's more coming yet. I want to get the stuff I have done so that when the next boatload of things to have copies of for England comes in I will be ahead of the game.
I found a thing called the Urban Dictionary today, and just by chance I happened to look up Matt Bellamy. There are many people who truly believe he is a musical genius; a lunatic; or just plain WOW.
What scares me is that I think he's all THREE. Sometimes there aren't words; I have found a person who defies them. There's this...air of distractedness about him when he's being interviewed. Half the time you would assume he's unaware of most of what's going on. Sometimes he doesn't even know what award his band is winning at an award show (thank God for Dom the drummer in these situations)
But there's this pinpoint accuracy focus thing (and he gets really wild on stage, too) that comes on when he's playing piano or singing or playing guitar. And then there's this peaceful, quiet side of him when he's just zoning out.
I cannot sort out whether the man is schizo or just plain amazing.
I'm sorry. Rhapsodizing again...
Gotta go. Class break now, but class starts again in a couple of minutes.
Cheers,
Bec
Nothing much going on, except I spoke with Mom and we've been invited down to Aunt Wanda's again. If you're a regular reader of this blog, last week Thursday's entry said everything I needed to say on this particular subject.
So Thanksgiving is going to be a complete and utter bust, as far as fun goes. I have to get games installed on this laptop so I can actually DO stuff with it when I'm being ignored next week.
I have everyone's Christmas present except Anna's, because I just haven't gotten to the right store to buy it yet. Sara's done, Mom's done, Dad is always an optional because he's so blasted hard to buy for. Oh. I have to get Lonie's, too...darn. Nearly forgot her again.
Today's been sort of slow; I think I'm on the up from my cold now. My head is clearing and my cough is pretty much gone. I may have actually beat this thing. I was hoping to be able to make the rest of them sick next week (revenge for making me show up at Thanksgiving dinner,) but that would mean I would have to be sick all this weekend and that's no fun at all.
Tomorrow I go a-scanning. You won't BELIEVE how much stuff I have rounded up; and there's more coming yet. I want to get the stuff I have done so that when the next boatload of things to have copies of for England comes in I will be ahead of the game.
I found a thing called the Urban Dictionary today, and just by chance I happened to look up Matt Bellamy. There are many people who truly believe he is a musical genius; a lunatic; or just plain WOW.
What scares me is that I think he's all THREE. Sometimes there aren't words; I have found a person who defies them. There's this...air of distractedness about him when he's being interviewed. Half the time you would assume he's unaware of most of what's going on. Sometimes he doesn't even know what award his band is winning at an award show (thank God for Dom the drummer in these situations)
But there's this pinpoint accuracy focus thing (and he gets really wild on stage, too) that comes on when he's playing piano or singing or playing guitar. And then there's this peaceful, quiet side of him when he's just zoning out.
I cannot sort out whether the man is schizo or just plain amazing.
I'm sorry. Rhapsodizing again...
Gotta go. Class break now, but class starts again in a couple of minutes.
Cheers,
Bec
14.11.07
Honestly...
Tonight I grew tired of beating around the bush. So here's some hard honesty from little old me. It's not pretty, it's the truth.
I think I'm getting frustrated and here's the reason why:
I am about this close to snapping. If anyone in this little corner of the universe is more sexually frustrated than me right now, I would love to meet them. Especially if they're a guy.
But what can I do about it but peel labels off of bottles until I howl because my fingers hurt?
I really, physically NEED someone to end this but mentally I know damn well I don't. With the rheumatoid continuing to make me want to throw hissy fits, it's not a good time. And then there's going to England in a month and a half. SO not a good time to get a guy...
So in short, my misery wants company but my plans just won't allow it.
But everyone wants me to date someone; possibly to erase any memory of last year's little fiasco. I AM looking, with great restraint and cunning. But lately it feels like my restraint is about ten seconds away from snapping in two.
It's not like I don't know how to "fire off the rockets" on my own, but lately it's working less and less to let off the steam and now I'm beginning to think I need therapy to keep from going whacko.
This can't be good for my psyche; it can't be healthy.
And to HELL with religion. If God can't answer a simple question I asked him, then he clearly will not care if I go off and get laid, for once.
In summary, I need therapy or I need to stop thinking so much or I need to get laid. Possibly all three.
Oh, but I'm not done. Not by a long shot. I can't understand this, but I have a "repulsive to guys" thing. Guys don't notice me for the most part. Don't know why. It's been this way since I was 16, and while I've wanted it to change, it hasn't. With about three minor exceptions, I have pretty much been left out in the cold when it comes to someone being attracted to me.
AND of course all this being ignored and yet being dreadfully horny at least half the time has made me depressed.
And you think: Well, yeah. If guys ignored me like the plague and my twisted, overheated mind admired the male form immensely and wanted a piece of the action but couldn't even get a NIBBLE, despite valiant and heroically continued efforts, OF COURSE I'd be depressed.
So it goes. I get depressed. I hide. I sit at my computer all day, every day watching Youtube videos, living vicariously through Doctor Who and other characters, reading hot fanfic to make myself feel better, and listening to endless bouts of Muse. I grin, smile, laugh, and la-dee-dah, pretending I am totally, completely loving life when really I can't stand another minute of it.
This, of course, backfires when you realize that I do NOT go out and party or drink or stay out late. I make the excuse that it's the rheumatoid, but really I'm so out of the dating loop that I'm terrified I will, forgive my French, fuck up and totally blow it with society in general.
This adds to the problem because as everyone knows, the first rule of dating is to throw yourself out there. Make yourself visible. But how do you become visible when you were invisible in the first place?
The going to England thing is, I believe, an attempt to escape my misery. This time I'm going to get out of it, this time I will escape it.
I am trying not to think that in May I will be in exactly the same position as now, only more miserable because yet another attempt to escape my boring life has been foiled.
I am truly and viciously caught in a trap of my own design. I've been living on a little puffy cloud of hope and light, but little puffy clouds of light only last so long, and mine is just about gone.
I am a rather nice, smart, fairly unique, so-so attractive person who is internally imploding and if I could find a way to stop it I would.
Being the snake swallowing its own tail isn't so easy if you're the snake. I think, metaphorically speaking, I am that poor, bewildered snake.
See how easy it is being me?
I get tired of people not understanding how tiring each day is when (step in my shoes for a minute, here) when you LOOK at a nice-looking guy in class and see his eyes sweep RIGHT over you and onto the girl sitting next to you, how frustrating it is when you are nice and sweet to a guy only to have them start flirting with the girl behind you.
You start to wonder if maybe your hormones are crazy; maybe you're crazy; maybe you're not trying hard enough; maybe you did something wrong; are you just not good enough anymore? Were you ever good enough? Will you ever BE good enough? It makes you question whether you will ever get out of the little cycle you seem to be in.
I'm not stupid enough to believe it isn't me anymore. 5 years of basically nothing at all has taught me it's my fault. If I could just figure out what I'm doing wrong, I might be able to fix it...
Ah, listen to my whining. It's about time for some antidepressants. Bring on the Muse; I need a pick-me-up...
Cheers,
Bec
I think I'm getting frustrated and here's the reason why:
I am about this close to snapping. If anyone in this little corner of the universe is more sexually frustrated than me right now, I would love to meet them. Especially if they're a guy.
But what can I do about it but peel labels off of bottles until I howl because my fingers hurt?
I really, physically NEED someone to end this but mentally I know damn well I don't. With the rheumatoid continuing to make me want to throw hissy fits, it's not a good time. And then there's going to England in a month and a half. SO not a good time to get a guy...
So in short, my misery wants company but my plans just won't allow it.
But everyone wants me to date someone; possibly to erase any memory of last year's little fiasco. I AM looking, with great restraint and cunning. But lately it feels like my restraint is about ten seconds away from snapping in two.
It's not like I don't know how to "fire off the rockets" on my own, but lately it's working less and less to let off the steam and now I'm beginning to think I need therapy to keep from going whacko.
This can't be good for my psyche; it can't be healthy.
And to HELL with religion. If God can't answer a simple question I asked him, then he clearly will not care if I go off and get laid, for once.
In summary, I need therapy or I need to stop thinking so much or I need to get laid. Possibly all three.
Oh, but I'm not done. Not by a long shot. I can't understand this, but I have a "repulsive to guys" thing. Guys don't notice me for the most part. Don't know why. It's been this way since I was 16, and while I've wanted it to change, it hasn't. With about three minor exceptions, I have pretty much been left out in the cold when it comes to someone being attracted to me.
AND of course all this being ignored and yet being dreadfully horny at least half the time has made me depressed.
And you think: Well, yeah. If guys ignored me like the plague and my twisted, overheated mind admired the male form immensely and wanted a piece of the action but couldn't even get a NIBBLE, despite valiant and heroically continued efforts, OF COURSE I'd be depressed.
So it goes. I get depressed. I hide. I sit at my computer all day, every day watching Youtube videos, living vicariously through Doctor Who and other characters, reading hot fanfic to make myself feel better, and listening to endless bouts of Muse. I grin, smile, laugh, and la-dee-dah, pretending I am totally, completely loving life when really I can't stand another minute of it.
This, of course, backfires when you realize that I do NOT go out and party or drink or stay out late. I make the excuse that it's the rheumatoid, but really I'm so out of the dating loop that I'm terrified I will, forgive my French, fuck up and totally blow it with society in general.
This adds to the problem because as everyone knows, the first rule of dating is to throw yourself out there. Make yourself visible. But how do you become visible when you were invisible in the first place?
The going to England thing is, I believe, an attempt to escape my misery. This time I'm going to get out of it, this time I will escape it.
I am trying not to think that in May I will be in exactly the same position as now, only more miserable because yet another attempt to escape my boring life has been foiled.
I am truly and viciously caught in a trap of my own design. I've been living on a little puffy cloud of hope and light, but little puffy clouds of light only last so long, and mine is just about gone.
I am a rather nice, smart, fairly unique, so-so attractive person who is internally imploding and if I could find a way to stop it I would.
Being the snake swallowing its own tail isn't so easy if you're the snake. I think, metaphorically speaking, I am that poor, bewildered snake.
See how easy it is being me?
I get tired of people not understanding how tiring each day is when (step in my shoes for a minute, here) when you LOOK at a nice-looking guy in class and see his eyes sweep RIGHT over you and onto the girl sitting next to you, how frustrating it is when you are nice and sweet to a guy only to have them start flirting with the girl behind you.
You start to wonder if maybe your hormones are crazy; maybe you're crazy; maybe you're not trying hard enough; maybe you did something wrong; are you just not good enough anymore? Were you ever good enough? Will you ever BE good enough? It makes you question whether you will ever get out of the little cycle you seem to be in.
I'm not stupid enough to believe it isn't me anymore. 5 years of basically nothing at all has taught me it's my fault. If I could just figure out what I'm doing wrong, I might be able to fix it...
Ah, listen to my whining. It's about time for some antidepressants. Bring on the Muse; I need a pick-me-up...
Cheers,
Bec
13.11.07
Climbing The Walls
More Who today. Only 2, though, as I had a lot of things to catch up on. Funny how that happens when I'm not behaving...
My cold is no better; though practically everyone else on this side of the 3rd floor is sick, too, so it's nice to have company. My roommate's sick, too. She's been dizzy and she went to the doctor. The doctor said it was some sort of virus.
I can only assume that I have it, too, though to a lesser degree-my dizziness is less.
What else? Got class in just over an hour (whoopee), the roommate has a big bouquet of roses from her boyfriend on my dresser (I told her to put them there, but I can't smell them with my nose stuffed up like this)
Got the stickers on my laptop today and they turned out pretty good. Wish I could have more color, but you can't have everything in life.
I have to start thinking Harlaxton stuff, too, or I'm never going to get any of it done. Starting tomorrow I'm going to make a list of all the things I need copies of.
Also, I'm suddenly writing very philosophically and have no idea how I'm doing it. Real introspective stuff; interesting but useless otherwise. I need plots and dialogue and I'm getting wonky stuff about life and humanity. I have no idea what I'll do with this stuff; possibly could wrap it into a story someplace, but enh...
I think I'm losing it; I think the combination of a cold, too much Doctor Who, and a slight case of cabin fever (okay, make that a triple case) have finally sent me off to Margaritaville. And no, I don't like Jimmy Buffett...
Gotta go. Lots to do.
Cheers,
Bec
My cold is no better; though practically everyone else on this side of the 3rd floor is sick, too, so it's nice to have company. My roommate's sick, too. She's been dizzy and she went to the doctor. The doctor said it was some sort of virus.
I can only assume that I have it, too, though to a lesser degree-my dizziness is less.
What else? Got class in just over an hour (whoopee), the roommate has a big bouquet of roses from her boyfriend on my dresser (I told her to put them there, but I can't smell them with my nose stuffed up like this)
Got the stickers on my laptop today and they turned out pretty good. Wish I could have more color, but you can't have everything in life.
I have to start thinking Harlaxton stuff, too, or I'm never going to get any of it done. Starting tomorrow I'm going to make a list of all the things I need copies of.
Also, I'm suddenly writing very philosophically and have no idea how I'm doing it. Real introspective stuff; interesting but useless otherwise. I need plots and dialogue and I'm getting wonky stuff about life and humanity. I have no idea what I'll do with this stuff; possibly could wrap it into a story someplace, but enh...
I think I'm losing it; I think the combination of a cold, too much Doctor Who, and a slight case of cabin fever (okay, make that a triple case) have finally sent me off to Margaritaville. And no, I don't like Jimmy Buffett...
Gotta go. Lots to do.
Cheers,
Bec
12.11.07
Oh, It's Monday...
Back to the grind; here we go again.
I have decided I am not speaking to Brandon until he apologizes for chasing me UP THE STAIRS of the KT dorm with the camera on Saturday night. I asked him to leave me alone and he refused. I suppose he thought it was funny, but I didn't.
Sunday was boring. Watched some more of the Doctor, did a little math homework, laughed over Dog's Breakfast again.
Today promises to be no better. I have a math test tonight (oh JOY and rapture). I'll study for it when I get back from class.
Heroes tonight; eager to find out everything about Pete's apparent resurrection from the dead.
5 weeks of school left. Can this semester ever be over?
Gotta go (and cheers),
Bec
I have decided I am not speaking to Brandon until he apologizes for chasing me UP THE STAIRS of the KT dorm with the camera on Saturday night. I asked him to leave me alone and he refused. I suppose he thought it was funny, but I didn't.
Sunday was boring. Watched some more of the Doctor, did a little math homework, laughed over Dog's Breakfast again.
Today promises to be no better. I have a math test tonight (oh JOY and rapture). I'll study for it when I get back from class.
Heroes tonight; eager to find out everything about Pete's apparent resurrection from the dead.
5 weeks of school left. Can this semester ever be over?
Gotta go (and cheers),
Bec
10.11.07
My Ex-Boyfriend Is An ASS
Brandon is taking pictures of me and I'm going to hurt him if he takes any more of them. Most of them are going to be me trying to stop him taking pictures. I am not photogenic; I would make a terrible rock star.
I just got through (survived, persevered) through a 3 HOUR Casanova miniseries...all so I could watch David Tennant for three hours. Boy, did he look like he was having fun roughing up all those women...I had fun watching him having fun...
I'm closing this entry now because I'm going to have Brandon for a late-night snack.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Bec
I just got through (survived, persevered) through a 3 HOUR Casanova miniseries...all so I could watch David Tennant for three hours. Boy, did he look like he was having fun roughing up all those women...I had fun watching him having fun...
I'm closing this entry now because I'm going to have Brandon for a late-night snack.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Bec
9.11.07
Who-ed Out
As luck would have it, I had the day pretty much off today.
As luck would have some more it, Scifi was running a marathon of Doctor Who.
I may have seen everything I was watching today once already, but I get such a kick out of David Tennant's wild and crazy way of playing the Doctor that I have trouble taking my eyes off the screen.
For those not in the know, Doctor Who is THE premiere British scifi show. It's the longest-running scifi show on the entire planet (35 years), but the reason it's run so long and not gotten worn out is because of the plot line: The Doctor is the last member of an alien race known as the Time Lords, who were peaceful, really smart guys until these little bastard conical grater-looking robots with tinny voices called Daleks came along and wiped them out. Supposedly, he's the last of his kind.
Except for this guy. He's almost a thousand years old, and can continually regenerate himself if badly injured enough. This means that you could continually switch actors to play him, and indeed they have-there have been 10 incarnations thus far. He goes by the Doctor. That's just his name. Nobody has ever stated his real one.
This thing's been running so long that the actors playing the Doctor now were watching the first episodes as kids. It's such a cultural thing in England that it's as popular as tea and crumpets.
I watched too much of it today. My brain is hurting. Think I'm going to bed...
Cheers,
Bec
As luck would have some more it, Scifi was running a marathon of Doctor Who.
I may have seen everything I was watching today once already, but I get such a kick out of David Tennant's wild and crazy way of playing the Doctor that I have trouble taking my eyes off the screen.
For those not in the know, Doctor Who is THE premiere British scifi show. It's the longest-running scifi show on the entire planet (35 years), but the reason it's run so long and not gotten worn out is because of the plot line: The Doctor is the last member of an alien race known as the Time Lords, who were peaceful, really smart guys until these little bastard conical grater-looking robots with tinny voices called Daleks came along and wiped them out. Supposedly, he's the last of his kind.
Except for this guy. He's almost a thousand years old, and can continually regenerate himself if badly injured enough. This means that you could continually switch actors to play him, and indeed they have-there have been 10 incarnations thus far. He goes by the Doctor. That's just his name. Nobody has ever stated his real one.
This thing's been running so long that the actors playing the Doctor now were watching the first episodes as kids. It's such a cultural thing in England that it's as popular as tea and crumpets.
I watched too much of it today. My brain is hurting. Think I'm going to bed...
Cheers,
Bec
8.11.07
Two Weeks To Thanksgiving
I am not looking forward to Thanksgiving. Especially if these things happen:
A) Some idiot relative decides to invite us over for Thanksgiving.
B)The idiot who does is my grandma or my aunt Wanda.
Granted, my Aunt Wanda is not an idiot, but she'd be a fool to let all of her by-marriage relations descend on her house like a horde of locusts. Last year when Thanksgiving was dead-ended (Grandma slipped on the ice and broke herself) Wanda took off for her parents house and locked the place up. Then when Grandma and her Sordid Company came through wanting to use her bathroom, they found the place closed up entirely. Grandma might have complained, but the rest of us rejoiced Wanda becoming one of us rebels.
Mom has already promised me use of my laptop if we go to either Grandma's or Wanda's this year. It keeps me out of trouble, and I get ignored anyway.
See, Anna and Sara are usually hanging around with our cousin Lexi, who's the same relative age, but since Cara (5 months older than me) and Tanya (3 years older) ignore me because I'm smarter than the both of them put together and I actually refuse to bow to the power of the Yacht Club (Grandma's inclusive little club of relatives that you are either in the right genetic line for or you give her a lot of money to get under her good graces)
Tanya didn't learn to spell until I taught her. She hasn't gotten any brighter since then, and since two years ago she pulled the great Bridesmaid Bluff and made me mad I have not spoken a civil word to her.
Cara used to be my opposite. When she came up for Christmas she helped me with my math homework and I helped her with literature. Then Tanya decided Cara was the more pliable of the two of us and started pushing me away from them, inviting Cara over to her house with the hot tub but not me, inviting her to movies but mysteriously forgetting to ask me along.
Then two years ago, Tanya was getting married, and right in front of me on Thanksgiving Day, she started talking about Cara being her bridesmaid.
I probably would have said no anyway, but the fact that she never even bothered to ask me was the straw that broke the dromedary's back. From that moment on, I was enraged. I was pissed. I was so angry I boycotted her wedding and vowed that I would have nothing to do with her for the rest of time.
May seem extreme, but this is 15+ years of being shoved under. I stood up for myself here. Applaud my efforts- I worked with what I had.
Grandma, meanwhile, is a hypochondriac. Any mention of illness and she starts to cough, hack, wheeze, and literally turn to dust before your very eyes. I cannot mention my current problems in front of her or risk watching her gripe about the tuberculosis she had 50 years ago. Her arthritis is bad, too, SO bad...she's having trouble breathing...she's passing out on the floor...
There are times when I want to stick her in a washer upside-down, turn on the spin cycle, and give her some real problems.
Uncle Greg, meanwhile, sleeps. Or if he's awake, he watches the Packer game, and in between plays, he discusses (very loudly) politics and the world in general to whoever will listen and answer back.
Amanda and Bethany, the family/village idiots, will show up and drift dreamily and aimlessly around, completely unaware of anyone or anything but themselves. This is better than the running and screaming they used to do, but not much. They're still useless. One year at Thanksgiving, Anna, Sara, and Lexi got them outside in the garage, deliberately roped them into a game of Twister, mysteriously got them in grotesque positions, broke the spinner, and told them to stay exactly where they were (in position) while they went inside to fix the spinner.
It only took the Wonder Twins a half hour to figure out that Anna, Sara, and Lexi were never coming back outside.
My mother was proud of them (said she'd have done it herself, actually) but she still kind of half-scolded them for being mean.
Then there's the bitterness between my mother and Amanda and Bethany's father Evan (her dislike breeds us three's). Nathan, Greg's son, is left to do everything alone as the youngest grandson with all girls around (next grandson up is at least 10 years older at 24).
All of these pathetic, hopeless beings plus us five anarchists and antagonists, get smashed into a room together and are expected to LIKE it.
You see why I bring my laptop to family parties? I can't stand any of them.
There isn't much going on today. I decided to gripe about my relatives. It's always amusing.
Cheers,
Bec
A) Some idiot relative decides to invite us over for Thanksgiving.
B)The idiot who does is my grandma or my aunt Wanda.
Granted, my Aunt Wanda is not an idiot, but she'd be a fool to let all of her by-marriage relations descend on her house like a horde of locusts. Last year when Thanksgiving was dead-ended (Grandma slipped on the ice and broke herself) Wanda took off for her parents house and locked the place up. Then when Grandma and her Sordid Company came through wanting to use her bathroom, they found the place closed up entirely. Grandma might have complained, but the rest of us rejoiced Wanda becoming one of us rebels.
Mom has already promised me use of my laptop if we go to either Grandma's or Wanda's this year. It keeps me out of trouble, and I get ignored anyway.
See, Anna and Sara are usually hanging around with our cousin Lexi, who's the same relative age, but since Cara (5 months older than me) and Tanya (3 years older) ignore me because I'm smarter than the both of them put together and I actually refuse to bow to the power of the Yacht Club (Grandma's inclusive little club of relatives that you are either in the right genetic line for or you give her a lot of money to get under her good graces)
Tanya didn't learn to spell until I taught her. She hasn't gotten any brighter since then, and since two years ago she pulled the great Bridesmaid Bluff and made me mad I have not spoken a civil word to her.
Cara used to be my opposite. When she came up for Christmas she helped me with my math homework and I helped her with literature. Then Tanya decided Cara was the more pliable of the two of us and started pushing me away from them, inviting Cara over to her house with the hot tub but not me, inviting her to movies but mysteriously forgetting to ask me along.
Then two years ago, Tanya was getting married, and right in front of me on Thanksgiving Day, she started talking about Cara being her bridesmaid.
I probably would have said no anyway, but the fact that she never even bothered to ask me was the straw that broke the dromedary's back. From that moment on, I was enraged. I was pissed. I was so angry I boycotted her wedding and vowed that I would have nothing to do with her for the rest of time.
May seem extreme, but this is 15+ years of being shoved under. I stood up for myself here. Applaud my efforts- I worked with what I had.
Grandma, meanwhile, is a hypochondriac. Any mention of illness and she starts to cough, hack, wheeze, and literally turn to dust before your very eyes. I cannot mention my current problems in front of her or risk watching her gripe about the tuberculosis she had 50 years ago. Her arthritis is bad, too, SO bad...she's having trouble breathing...she's passing out on the floor...
There are times when I want to stick her in a washer upside-down, turn on the spin cycle, and give her some real problems.
Uncle Greg, meanwhile, sleeps. Or if he's awake, he watches the Packer game, and in between plays, he discusses (very loudly) politics and the world in general to whoever will listen and answer back.
Amanda and Bethany, the family/village idiots, will show up and drift dreamily and aimlessly around, completely unaware of anyone or anything but themselves. This is better than the running and screaming they used to do, but not much. They're still useless. One year at Thanksgiving, Anna, Sara, and Lexi got them outside in the garage, deliberately roped them into a game of Twister, mysteriously got them in grotesque positions, broke the spinner, and told them to stay exactly where they were (in position) while they went inside to fix the spinner.
It only took the Wonder Twins a half hour to figure out that Anna, Sara, and Lexi were never coming back outside.
My mother was proud of them (said she'd have done it herself, actually) but she still kind of half-scolded them for being mean.
Then there's the bitterness between my mother and Amanda and Bethany's father Evan (her dislike breeds us three's). Nathan, Greg's son, is left to do everything alone as the youngest grandson with all girls around (next grandson up is at least 10 years older at 24).
All of these pathetic, hopeless beings plus us five anarchists and antagonists, get smashed into a room together and are expected to LIKE it.
You see why I bring my laptop to family parties? I can't stand any of them.
There isn't much going on today. I decided to gripe about my relatives. It's always amusing.
Cheers,
Bec
7.11.07
No One Knows
My arm is...?. Doctor didn't know. I probably pulled something, but not being a normal person it's going to take me longer to bounce back. She didn't even give me a SLING. Said to do everything I've been doing.
Complete waste of time, that was.
That means my blog entries are going to be shortened until this arm starts behaving itself.
So here this one ends.
Cheers,
Bec
Complete waste of time, that was.
That means my blog entries are going to be shortened until this arm starts behaving itself.
So here this one ends.
Cheers,
Bec
6.11.07
Again, Short Entry.
I am currently typing this with only my right hand, as my left is seriously bad. I don't know what I did, but typing like this is annoying. I have pretty much no use of the left at all. Not unless I want to yelp in pain every time I type a letter.
So, cheers, all. May tomorrow give me either a hacksaw or both hands working properly. Not sure which I prefer at this point. :)
Bec
So, cheers, all. May tomorrow give me either a hacksaw or both hands working properly. Not sure which I prefer at this point. :)
Bec
5.11.07
I Wish I Had A Nickel...
My hands are still kind of bad today, so this is going to be short.
I found a new game to play on my computer, and today in intense boredom I built Stonehenge and the Colosseum. Who SAID Rome wasn't built in a day?
Meanwhile, Internet Explorer (again) is giving me hell. What was Microsoft thinking when they built this junk program? Did they make it out of spare parts?
And OF COURSE, Mozilla isn't good enough for Microsoft (but better for the rest of us.) I can't do my math homework on any other browser. So the one I need crashes today. Hee!
I'm going to have to hook my laptop up to the Internet (pulling the cord on the desktop, of course) and do it THERE.
Sometimes I wish my browsers would just get along.
That's about it: Built Stonehenge and the Colosseum and swore at Internet Explorer. And my %&%$# joints.
Cheers(ish),
Bec
I found a new game to play on my computer, and today in intense boredom I built Stonehenge and the Colosseum. Who SAID Rome wasn't built in a day?
Meanwhile, Internet Explorer (again) is giving me hell. What was Microsoft thinking when they built this junk program? Did they make it out of spare parts?
And OF COURSE, Mozilla isn't good enough for Microsoft (but better for the rest of us.) I can't do my math homework on any other browser. So the one I need crashes today. Hee!
I'm going to have to hook my laptop up to the Internet (pulling the cord on the desktop, of course) and do it THERE.
Sometimes I wish my browsers would just get along.
That's about it: Built Stonehenge and the Colosseum and swore at Internet Explorer. And my %&%$# joints.
Cheers(ish),
Bec
4.11.07
Bad Morning
Yesterday with Mom and Dad was fun and tiring. Anna played well; what little I saw of her (she's short and they plunked her out in the middle of the orchestra.)
My hands are screaming today for whatever reason. Joy to the world; my humanity has come to get me.
This morning would have been infinitely peaceful and wonderful except that I dropped my favorite, double-thick "I can't break it if I tried" plastic orange cup on the floor. Okay, fine. Put it back on the desk, boil water for peppermint tea, pour it in the glass...and watch every ounce run out the bottom.
I BROKE MY GLASS! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
This is a disaster of epic proportions. That thing was 4 years old, never had a problem with it, I drop it ONCE and it cracks all along the bottom. I can't drink any tea until I get a replacement, which, ha ha, would have been easy yesterday.
Why it broke today is obviously good old Murphy having a laugh. Now I'm stuck without one for at least the next week.
I could drag the teabags over to the cafeteria, I guess, but half the fun is waiting for the water to boil, and it's already done at the cafeteria. Where's the fun in that?
Well, whatever. My cup is dead and I'm in mourning. Think I'll have a funeral...
Not so cheers,
Bec
My hands are screaming today for whatever reason. Joy to the world; my humanity has come to get me.
This morning would have been infinitely peaceful and wonderful except that I dropped my favorite, double-thick "I can't break it if I tried" plastic orange cup on the floor. Okay, fine. Put it back on the desk, boil water for peppermint tea, pour it in the glass...and watch every ounce run out the bottom.
I BROKE MY GLASS! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
This is a disaster of epic proportions. That thing was 4 years old, never had a problem with it, I drop it ONCE and it cracks all along the bottom. I can't drink any tea until I get a replacement, which, ha ha, would have been easy yesterday.
Why it broke today is obviously good old Murphy having a laugh. Now I'm stuck without one for at least the next week.
I could drag the teabags over to the cafeteria, I guess, but half the fun is waiting for the water to boil, and it's already done at the cafeteria. Where's the fun in that?
Well, whatever. My cup is dead and I'm in mourning. Think I'll have a funeral...
Not so cheers,
Bec
2.11.07
Friday Night
Well, today was a long day. I really was lazy today, except for the Secret Mission today, one class, and various other things.
Tonight's Atlantis, and I'm geeking out here, possibly because the team's memories are about to be swiped and they're all going to shoot at each other and stuff. GEEK!
Tomorrow, however, is going to be busy. Anna (my sister, younger by three years) is in an honors band down here, so Mom and Dad are arriving sometime around mid-morning, and they're going to be here all day. At least it won't be 7 in the morning like it was in the original plan. With the new and revamped plan, I can sleep late!
Then Sunday is the last Secret Mission and then we're back into the groove on Monday again. Round and round and round we go...
What else went on today? Oh, this is a bit depressing. I saw my first "holiday" commercial today. HOLIDAY. That means Thanksgiving and Christmas and holy hell, I am going to be HEARING that word for the next month and a half. I still have to buy Christmas presents. I'm not ready for this. I don't want to have to deal with Christmas when I'm barely recovered from Halloween.
That said, three weeks from yesterday is Thanksgiving. AGH.
I know what to get for Anna and Sara (other sister, 5 years younger) because they told me point blank what they wanted, but Mom is always a bit trickier and I think I may have to go above her head on this one. That means Sara (we're all taller than Mom, but Anna usually has no clue what's what). Sara, however, cooks all the time and therefore, will be able to tell me what practical thing Mom needs this year.
I go practical always with Mum because she doesn't appreciate little fluffy stuff. The year I got her a new flour canister, the old one went sailing past my head with the wrapping paper. I assumed she liked the canister.
She seems to appreciate stuff that's immediately useful. I got her a candy thermometer for her birthday last year so I didn't have to listen to her complain one more time about the holder for it that was missing. And so I'd get fudge more often, and I wouldn't be the one left holding the thermometer up in the air when we're trying to cook it.
Sara'll know what Ma needs now, whether it be more dishtowels or another set of hotpads. I have a backup if she doesn't really know, but I can't say because Mom may very well be looking right at this. I have to stay silent or risk revealing everything TOO SOON!
Atlantis starts in 45. Must go prepare for totally sweet awesomeness!
Cheers,
Bec
Tonight's Atlantis, and I'm geeking out here, possibly because the team's memories are about to be swiped and they're all going to shoot at each other and stuff. GEEK!
Tomorrow, however, is going to be busy. Anna (my sister, younger by three years) is in an honors band down here, so Mom and Dad are arriving sometime around mid-morning, and they're going to be here all day. At least it won't be 7 in the morning like it was in the original plan. With the new and revamped plan, I can sleep late!
Then Sunday is the last Secret Mission and then we're back into the groove on Monday again. Round and round and round we go...
What else went on today? Oh, this is a bit depressing. I saw my first "holiday" commercial today. HOLIDAY. That means Thanksgiving and Christmas and holy hell, I am going to be HEARING that word for the next month and a half. I still have to buy Christmas presents. I'm not ready for this. I don't want to have to deal with Christmas when I'm barely recovered from Halloween.
That said, three weeks from yesterday is Thanksgiving. AGH.
I know what to get for Anna and Sara (other sister, 5 years younger) because they told me point blank what they wanted, but Mom is always a bit trickier and I think I may have to go above her head on this one. That means Sara (we're all taller than Mom, but Anna usually has no clue what's what). Sara, however, cooks all the time and therefore, will be able to tell me what practical thing Mom needs this year.
I go practical always with Mum because she doesn't appreciate little fluffy stuff. The year I got her a new flour canister, the old one went sailing past my head with the wrapping paper. I assumed she liked the canister.
She seems to appreciate stuff that's immediately useful. I got her a candy thermometer for her birthday last year so I didn't have to listen to her complain one more time about the holder for it that was missing. And so I'd get fudge more often, and I wouldn't be the one left holding the thermometer up in the air when we're trying to cook it.
Sara'll know what Ma needs now, whether it be more dishtowels or another set of hotpads. I have a backup if she doesn't really know, but I can't say because Mom may very well be looking right at this. I have to stay silent or risk revealing everything TOO SOON!
Atlantis starts in 45. Must go prepare for totally sweet awesomeness!
Cheers,
Bec
1.11.07
Is It Thursday?
How does it go? Monday I go under, Tuesday I'm swimming, Wednesday I'm drowning, Thursday I'm surfacing, and Friday I'm coming up for air?
This week I went straight for the drowning the first two days of the week, Wednesday was surfacing, today I'm coming up for air, and by tomorrow I might actually get to lay back and say I have nothing to do with my life and oh, God, am I bored.
Then, then and only then, will I get to watch the poor little concert from 2004 that's been SITTING and WAITING on my desktop ALL WEEK. I haven't had a moment to spare for it; want to see Muse turning things upside down again and just haven't had an hour to actually SIT and WATCH it.
This week has taken the mickey out of me (forgive the overuse of British stuff-my brain is trying to fill in the blanks.)
I'm still trying to catch up a little bit-I'm kind of wanting to get my homework done for this weekend so I don't have to do anything but hang around and laze out. This is my plan of attack:
Tonight: as much of the 24 little monsters in my math homework done as possible. Also, if I finish those, I should read my Theory stuff for Tuesday.
Another thing: Start reading Story Writing stories as they're coming in. Can you imagine me having all that stuff done and no homework all week? Literally?
This won't happen. This is a three-fold Utopian dream, to quote Brandon Boyd. But if I get anything done at all it'll make NEXT week a helluva lot easier.
I'm in class now, so I should probably pay attention.
Oh, last night I went trick-or-treating. Yes, I am 21 and a half and more, yes, I was in a costume (Rabid Stargate Fan. The marker hasn't completely come off-the R in STAR is still very visible on my face) and yes, I had fun. I got lots of good candy to last me till Christmas (isn't that what it's all for?)
So now it's November. 2 Months And 2 Days Till The Bloody Good Trip of The Ages!
Cheerio!
Bec
This week I went straight for the drowning the first two days of the week, Wednesday was surfacing, today I'm coming up for air, and by tomorrow I might actually get to lay back and say I have nothing to do with my life and oh, God, am I bored.
Then, then and only then, will I get to watch the poor little concert from 2004 that's been SITTING and WAITING on my desktop ALL WEEK. I haven't had a moment to spare for it; want to see Muse turning things upside down again and just haven't had an hour to actually SIT and WATCH it.
This week has taken the mickey out of me (forgive the overuse of British stuff-my brain is trying to fill in the blanks.)
I'm still trying to catch up a little bit-I'm kind of wanting to get my homework done for this weekend so I don't have to do anything but hang around and laze out. This is my plan of attack:
Tonight: as much of the 24 little monsters in my math homework done as possible. Also, if I finish those, I should read my Theory stuff for Tuesday.
Another thing: Start reading Story Writing stories as they're coming in. Can you imagine me having all that stuff done and no homework all week? Literally?
This won't happen. This is a three-fold Utopian dream, to quote Brandon Boyd. But if I get anything done at all it'll make NEXT week a helluva lot easier.
I'm in class now, so I should probably pay attention.
Oh, last night I went trick-or-treating. Yes, I am 21 and a half and more, yes, I was in a costume (Rabid Stargate Fan. The marker hasn't completely come off-the R in STAR is still very visible on my face) and yes, I had fun. I got lots of good candy to last me till Christmas (isn't that what it's all for?)
So now it's November. 2 Months And 2 Days Till The Bloody Good Trip of The Ages!
Cheerio!
Bec
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