DAVID TENNANT'S QUIT WHO!
AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!
Okay.
Chill.
Calm.
Placid.
Yeah, I woke this morning and found out he's leaving next year. There were initially tears of grief and sadness, but I understand more than most people that that's the nature of the beast. Time for a new guy. This could be interesting.
But that DOESN'T mean that in the INTERVENING YEAR I can't throw a fit about it.
So there. Now you're going to have to listen to me gripe about it until next Christmas when Number Ten dies a horrible death and morphs into Number Eleven, whoever he may be.
Please God don't let them hire Russell Brand. I'll die myself if Brand becomes Eleven. Nononononononono.
Pick good, Moffat. Pick good. Don't pick a wank or a loser or a drinker or an ass. We don't need a repeat of Six's short tenure, thank you very much.
Ta,
Bec
29.10.08
A Bit Down
So I called my mother yesterday, and proved yet again that I can't shut my mouth.
My fingers have been twinging lately, more than usual. It's probably the cold weather doing it, but me being silly me, I freaked out and now Mom is doing the same...because her idiot eldest was stupid enough to tell her.
Of course Mom, being Mom and a worrier due to being, well, Mom, will fuss and fidget because I went and told her I've been worried.
When will I learn to keep my mouth shut? When? When will I learn to stop flapping my gums and telling Mom of my sneaking suspicions that should be kept safe in my foolish cranium?
So now I have to call her tomorrow and warn her off, or I'll have Dad down here wanting to take me away. Which would be fine, but I was planning on sleeping this weekend. Being home I won't be able to, not if Mom has her way.
Someday, dear group of readers, I will learn to suck it up and shut up.
I've been doing all the things I'm supposed to do when it gets cold. Been keeping the hands warm, wearing hand warmers in the dorm and gloves when I go outside for any length of time.
It may sound like panic, and in some part it is, but last year I had much more trouble with my fingers. I don't particularly want to go back there-it wasn't a pleasant experience. If I keep them warm enough, I should hope I won't 'relapse,' 'step back,' or otherwise 'fall backwards into a pit of clowns, rabid wolverines, cobras, and a couple of yaks.' Whatever they're calling the arthritis coming back these days...
Hopefully my rheumatologist doesn't kill me next month when she finds out they've been aching and I haven't called her up. She might poke me in my sore spots (seeing as she knows exactly where they are).
Otherwise, I've been a bit depressed. I hate winter. I don't like seeing it coming on. I wish it would just snow and get done with it already, so we can have spring again.
Besides, we're less than a month from Thanksgiving...and you all know (if you've been reading) how much I LOVE the holidays (about as much as having toothpicks broken in half and stuffed under my fingernails.)
I'm about to ask for permission to bring the laptop again. It worked well last year; kept me from getting into trouble with people that I would rather have eaten by a Sarlacc.
And now for this year's edition of "How To Survive Thanksgiving: The Basics."
Rules for Thanksgiving Dinner Survival:
1. Sidestep/ignore/temporarily go deaf for all questions concerning romantic relationships.
2. Don't look at cousin's baby. It's ugly. Don't dare look.
3. Say that school is going well and snidely comment that I'm graduating in the spring. Stuff it, Grandma.
4. Don't say previous statement to Grandma if I want to live.
5. Ignore all questions involving health.
6. Grandma does not need to know that I have found out in the last three months that I am
A) going to live
B) am going to be pretty well off and
C) have what my mother has and
D) Grandma can't get it by hugging me or anything like that seeing as this syndrome is genetically transferred and I got it through the other side of the family, from MOM'S side. Not through her. Not through Dad.
The Koshaks may be responsible for a lot of the misery in my short and tired existence, but they can't take the blame for this and Grandma isn't sick with it, no matter how much she longs to be.
6E. Don't comfort in her anguish when she figures out she can't get this one, either.
6F. Suggest that she go play with the raccoons and squirrels outside and give herself rabies, thereby giving her something to actually complain about (either foaming at the mouth or a needle in the stomach).
7. Do not get Uncle Greg into political discussion, because I will end up shrugging my shoulders and looking stupid.
8. Run screaming from the room if anyone actually dares suggest making amends with certain bitchy cousins. No frelling way.
9. Don't pay attention to how much or how little I eat, only speak to people who have treated me nicely in the past, ignore the people I hate, ignore the people I dislike, hell, ignore those who don't speak to me first.
10. Keep reminding them how intelligent I am because they've most likely forgotten in their quest to be mean and nasty and just generally their bitchy, nasty selves.
That should do it. Should keep me alive next month when I need it.
Ta,
Bec
My fingers have been twinging lately, more than usual. It's probably the cold weather doing it, but me being silly me, I freaked out and now Mom is doing the same...because her idiot eldest was stupid enough to tell her.
Of course Mom, being Mom and a worrier due to being, well, Mom, will fuss and fidget because I went and told her I've been worried.
When will I learn to keep my mouth shut? When? When will I learn to stop flapping my gums and telling Mom of my sneaking suspicions that should be kept safe in my foolish cranium?
So now I have to call her tomorrow and warn her off, or I'll have Dad down here wanting to take me away. Which would be fine, but I was planning on sleeping this weekend. Being home I won't be able to, not if Mom has her way.
Someday, dear group of readers, I will learn to suck it up and shut up.
I've been doing all the things I'm supposed to do when it gets cold. Been keeping the hands warm, wearing hand warmers in the dorm and gloves when I go outside for any length of time.
It may sound like panic, and in some part it is, but last year I had much more trouble with my fingers. I don't particularly want to go back there-it wasn't a pleasant experience. If I keep them warm enough, I should hope I won't 'relapse,' 'step back,' or otherwise 'fall backwards into a pit of clowns, rabid wolverines, cobras, and a couple of yaks.' Whatever they're calling the arthritis coming back these days...
Hopefully my rheumatologist doesn't kill me next month when she finds out they've been aching and I haven't called her up. She might poke me in my sore spots (seeing as she knows exactly where they are).
Otherwise, I've been a bit depressed. I hate winter. I don't like seeing it coming on. I wish it would just snow and get done with it already, so we can have spring again.
Besides, we're less than a month from Thanksgiving...and you all know (if you've been reading) how much I LOVE the holidays (about as much as having toothpicks broken in half and stuffed under my fingernails.)
I'm about to ask for permission to bring the laptop again. It worked well last year; kept me from getting into trouble with people that I would rather have eaten by a Sarlacc.
And now for this year's edition of "How To Survive Thanksgiving: The Basics."
Rules for Thanksgiving Dinner Survival:
1. Sidestep/ignore/temporarily go deaf for all questions concerning romantic relationships.
2. Don't look at cousin's baby. It's ugly. Don't dare look.
3. Say that school is going well and snidely comment that I'm graduating in the spring. Stuff it, Grandma.
4. Don't say previous statement to Grandma if I want to live.
5. Ignore all questions involving health.
6. Grandma does not need to know that I have found out in the last three months that I am
A) going to live
B) am going to be pretty well off and
C) have what my mother has and
D) Grandma can't get it by hugging me or anything like that seeing as this syndrome is genetically transferred and I got it through the other side of the family, from MOM'S side. Not through her. Not through Dad.
The Koshaks may be responsible for a lot of the misery in my short and tired existence, but they can't take the blame for this and Grandma isn't sick with it, no matter how much she longs to be.
6E. Don't comfort in her anguish when she figures out she can't get this one, either.
6F. Suggest that she go play with the raccoons and squirrels outside and give herself rabies, thereby giving her something to actually complain about (either foaming at the mouth or a needle in the stomach).
7. Do not get Uncle Greg into political discussion, because I will end up shrugging my shoulders and looking stupid.
8. Run screaming from the room if anyone actually dares suggest making amends with certain bitchy cousins. No frelling way.
9. Don't pay attention to how much or how little I eat, only speak to people who have treated me nicely in the past, ignore the people I hate, ignore the people I dislike, hell, ignore those who don't speak to me first.
10. Keep reminding them how intelligent I am because they've most likely forgotten in their quest to be mean and nasty and just generally their bitchy, nasty selves.
That should do it. Should keep me alive next month when I need it.
Ta,
Bec
27.10.08
I'm Tired
I'm tired. No Heroes report tonight. Sorry.
It's middle of semester and I'm getting enough sleep but it just doesn't help with the tiredness. I need a weekend where I actually can lay in bed and not move. Fat Chance.
Ta, everyone.
Bec
It's middle of semester and I'm getting enough sleep but it just doesn't help with the tiredness. I need a weekend where I actually can lay in bed and not move. Fat Chance.
Ta, everyone.
Bec
25.10.08
A Truck, An Idiot, And A Bridge.
This is a take from an earlier entry, but folks, it has happened AGAIN.
Yup. another dang blasted IDIOT has smoked the overhead Davenport bridge. And lost.
I wrote a story on this the first time it happened after the repair work was done and updated it the second time round. I'll just repost it and save you the trouble of trying to find the entry again.
There is a bridge that goes past the paper mill in Rhinelander. It has seen many accidents in its time; so much that it was legendary among city residents.
Six months ago, the railroad company and the federal transportation guys decided after yet another accident involving semis and this bridge, that they would fix it, as it was now deemed to be unsafe.
So they reinforced it with steel beams. They painted it with stripes. They put up signs every 5 feet. They even decorated it with little flashing lights.
When it was all finished, we citizens thought, “Yes. This bridge is perfect. No one will ever hit it again, not with stripes and lights and signs aplenty…”
But ah, just yesterday, August 16th, 2006, somebody did. Somebody hit the bridge that was supposed to be un-hittable. How the semi driver blew through the signs, the stripes, AND the flashing lights…well, the spokesman said it must have been negligence.
The bridge survived the smack, but one of the little flashing lights was broken. The steel beams were a little scratched.
One can only wonder what happens to the semi driver from here: laughed at by city officials and railroad technicians because how in heaven’s name could he have hit THAT bridge, the one decorated with doodads to prevent exactly this kind of accident occurring. His boss laughing him right out to the Unemployment office, because any boss who’d let him drive after this is insane. And everyone in the city of Rhinelander laughing at him because boy, he must have been missing a few bolts in HIS bridge…
Personally, I wouldn’t let this guy drive a go-kart. How BLIND would you have to be to knock into the one bridge in Rhinelander that was recently made impossible to hit?
Apparently, I underestimated the idiocy of truck drivers going through Rhinelander, because it's happened AGAIN. 4 days ago, some genius trucker hit the bridge.
Oct 8th, 2008: Dumbass Number 3 went under the bridge, of course, and in the paper there's a lovely picture of what used to be a decent looking truck. It now looks like its had a tinfoil explosion out the backside (that would be the roof of the truck, neatly draping down to the ground in a cascade of destructed metal).
The guy supposes he might lose his job. YA THINK?
Some residents propose lowering it. Can't. Trains go through there to the paper mill, and the fact that the street is probably inches above the water line that close to the river (which IS about 100 feet away) would mean you can't lower the sucker anyway or risk having it underwater. You can't close it down-people on the west side of town use it as a main artery, and anyway, the paper mill's front doors are RIGHT THERE.
And if lowering the darn thing would help, don't you think after 16 accidents happening there that they WOULD HAVE? Lowering it will not stop them smacking into it-it will only give them cause to blaze through there with BIGGER trucks and smoke it again.
Either the truckers are going to have to get smarter or we're going to have to send out memos.
Three accidents in two years. Two this year. It seems the idiocy continues onwards, despite the NTSB's attempts to stop these fools plowing through a bridge that's too low for them.
Ta,
Bec
Yup. another dang blasted IDIOT has smoked the overhead Davenport bridge. And lost.
I wrote a story on this the first time it happened after the repair work was done and updated it the second time round. I'll just repost it and save you the trouble of trying to find the entry again.
There is a bridge that goes past the paper mill in Rhinelander. It has seen many accidents in its time; so much that it was legendary among city residents.
Six months ago, the railroad company and the federal transportation guys decided after yet another accident involving semis and this bridge, that they would fix it, as it was now deemed to be unsafe.
So they reinforced it with steel beams. They painted it with stripes. They put up signs every 5 feet. They even decorated it with little flashing lights.
When it was all finished, we citizens thought, “Yes. This bridge is perfect. No one will ever hit it again, not with stripes and lights and signs aplenty…”
But ah, just yesterday, August 16th, 2006, somebody did. Somebody hit the bridge that was supposed to be un-hittable. How the semi driver blew through the signs, the stripes, AND the flashing lights…well, the spokesman said it must have been negligence.
The bridge survived the smack, but one of the little flashing lights was broken. The steel beams were a little scratched.
One can only wonder what happens to the semi driver from here: laughed at by city officials and railroad technicians because how in heaven’s name could he have hit THAT bridge, the one decorated with doodads to prevent exactly this kind of accident occurring. His boss laughing him right out to the Unemployment office, because any boss who’d let him drive after this is insane. And everyone in the city of Rhinelander laughing at him because boy, he must have been missing a few bolts in HIS bridge…
Personally, I wouldn’t let this guy drive a go-kart. How BLIND would you have to be to knock into the one bridge in Rhinelander that was recently made impossible to hit?
Apparently, I underestimated the idiocy of truck drivers going through Rhinelander, because it's happened AGAIN. 4 days ago, some genius trucker hit the bridge.
Oct 8th, 2008: Dumbass Number 3 went under the bridge, of course, and in the paper there's a lovely picture of what used to be a decent looking truck. It now looks like its had a tinfoil explosion out the backside (that would be the roof of the truck, neatly draping down to the ground in a cascade of destructed metal).
The guy supposes he might lose his job. YA THINK?
Some residents propose lowering it. Can't. Trains go through there to the paper mill, and the fact that the street is probably inches above the water line that close to the river (which IS about 100 feet away) would mean you can't lower the sucker anyway or risk having it underwater. You can't close it down-people on the west side of town use it as a main artery, and anyway, the paper mill's front doors are RIGHT THERE.
And if lowering the darn thing would help, don't you think after 16 accidents happening there that they WOULD HAVE? Lowering it will not stop them smacking into it-it will only give them cause to blaze through there with BIGGER trucks and smoke it again.
Either the truckers are going to have to get smarter or we're going to have to send out memos.
Three accidents in two years. Two this year. It seems the idiocy continues onwards, despite the NTSB's attempts to stop these fools plowing through a bridge that's too low for them.
Ta,
Bec
24.10.08
And Now The Extreme Left Rallies A War Cry...
Okay, it was almost a month ago (Sept. 27th entry-I checked) that my right knee gave me hell and trouble for about three or four days.
I was doing great today. Feeling the best I've felt in what was probably months if not years.
And now, too late, I remember the Golden Rule of Being Me: Never think that ever because within hours you'll be on your knees praying for mercy again.
So here I am again, and this time it's the LEFT kneecap looking poofy. I think because it got colder this week that might be the cause, but that doesn't stop this thing from being a bloody nuisance all the time.
Good thing it's the weekend. I can rest up! No fun allowed!
Sigh. Look at me, Ms. Negative. What are the positives of this?
Think.
Think.
Think.
Not any I can think of at the moment, but I'll come up with one. You watch.
Ta,
Bec
I was doing great today. Feeling the best I've felt in what was probably months if not years.
And now, too late, I remember the Golden Rule of Being Me: Never think that ever because within hours you'll be on your knees praying for mercy again.
So here I am again, and this time it's the LEFT kneecap looking poofy. I think because it got colder this week that might be the cause, but that doesn't stop this thing from being a bloody nuisance all the time.
Good thing it's the weekend. I can rest up! No fun allowed!
Sigh. Look at me, Ms. Negative. What are the positives of this?
Think.
Think.
Think.
Not any I can think of at the moment, but I'll come up with one. You watch.
Ta,
Bec
23.10.08
Boiling Alive. Freezing to Death. There's A Difference?
The heater in Kate's and my dorm room has gone berserk. It's throwing out heat and throwing out heat, so that we feel like we're residing in the tropics (I should get a palm tree.)
And when we tried to shut the damper on the thing to reduce the amount of heat it's pouring out, we found that the knob is stuck in place (besides the fact that we can't grab it without hot pads)
We have had to have the window open, meaning we're either freezing into blocks of ice or we're boiling like potatoes. Somewhere there's got to be a balance.
Stepping from the hallway into this room is like stepping into a greenhouse. There is that much difference in temperature. I don't notice things (ever) but even I can feel it.
We complained again, and maintenance is coming down today. Most likely they will fix it so we wind up wrapping up in layers for the rest of the winter...but at least we won't be dying of heat stroke.
Finished the Twilight series, even the partial bit of Book 5 that the author posted online. I might go back and read Book 1 again, because now I understand Edward's motives (lunch, mostly) when it comes to Bella in Book 1 (Book 5 is merely the other side of Book 1-his side.)
So, here's to extreme temperature changes. I'm sitting here sweating on my upper half while my lower half gets blasted by the open window.
This is going to be a long day...
Ta,
Bec
And when we tried to shut the damper on the thing to reduce the amount of heat it's pouring out, we found that the knob is stuck in place (besides the fact that we can't grab it without hot pads)
We have had to have the window open, meaning we're either freezing into blocks of ice or we're boiling like potatoes. Somewhere there's got to be a balance.
Stepping from the hallway into this room is like stepping into a greenhouse. There is that much difference in temperature. I don't notice things (ever) but even I can feel it.
We complained again, and maintenance is coming down today. Most likely they will fix it so we wind up wrapping up in layers for the rest of the winter...but at least we won't be dying of heat stroke.
Finished the Twilight series, even the partial bit of Book 5 that the author posted online. I might go back and read Book 1 again, because now I understand Edward's motives (lunch, mostly) when it comes to Bella in Book 1 (Book 5 is merely the other side of Book 1-his side.)
So, here's to extreme temperature changes. I'm sitting here sweating on my upper half while my lower half gets blasted by the open window.
This is going to be a long day...
Ta,
Bec
22.10.08
Tomatoes Smashed Into Soup
I have made tomato paste of that paper. It's done. It's finished. It's completed.
Now I can relax. 4th book in Twilight series, here I come.
Oh, it's my half-birthday again today, so that also warrants me taking the day off. No more work for me; I'm resting.
Think I'll watch Titan A.E. tonight; I've been wanting to for awhile and haven't had the time.
Time to go chill and be lazy and promise never to leave a paper that I had a month to do till 16 hours before its due date again...
Ta,
Bec
Now I can relax. 4th book in Twilight series, here I come.
Oh, it's my half-birthday again today, so that also warrants me taking the day off. No more work for me; I'm resting.
Think I'll watch Titan A.E. tonight; I've been wanting to for awhile and haven't had the time.
Time to go chill and be lazy and promise never to leave a paper that I had a month to do till 16 hours before its due date again...
Ta,
Bec
21.10.08
They Have GOT To Be JOSHING Me...
I GOT INTO THE NEW NOTA PUBLICATION!
Now this wouldn't be so damn interesting...if I hadn't been trying for three years. THREE YEARS.
But this poem that I am about to put down here, so you can see it for the obvious WONDER that it is now, now that it's getting PUBLISHED and EVERYTHING...
reaching escape velocity
mother worries.
as Eldest Daughter approaches twenty,
she is tired of lake waves
which have worn her mother thin
she hates the snow
though it never bothered her before
and now she needs room
for busting into flower
the Midwest is now the enemy.
Eldest Daughter is getting restless
but mother wonders
if 2,000 miles can give up any kind of perspective
will coastline just be all the same?
can two years save her?
as Daughter speeds up to escape orbit
her mother prays
that this one will still be known
when she falls starless back to Earth
if she doesn't crash and burn
this daughter may yet be saved.
Yes. The Daughter is me, mother is my mother. I was thinking of running away at 19 years old already and I'm still going at 22.
I am the birdie that just hates the freezing confines of the nest and therefore is flying away as fast as her little wings can carry her.
That's about the only good news. This tomato paper needs writing now. I've had a month to do it, and it is due at 11 tomorrow morning. I'm cutting it FINE...
Ta,
Bec
Now this wouldn't be so damn interesting...if I hadn't been trying for three years. THREE YEARS.
But this poem that I am about to put down here, so you can see it for the obvious WONDER that it is now, now that it's getting PUBLISHED and EVERYTHING...
reaching escape velocity
mother worries.
as Eldest Daughter approaches twenty,
she is tired of lake waves
which have worn her mother thin
she hates the snow
though it never bothered her before
and now she needs room
for busting into flower
the Midwest is now the enemy.
Eldest Daughter is getting restless
but mother wonders
if 2,000 miles can give up any kind of perspective
will coastline just be all the same?
can two years save her?
as Daughter speeds up to escape orbit
her mother prays
that this one will still be known
when she falls starless back to Earth
if she doesn't crash and burn
this daughter may yet be saved.
Yes. The Daughter is me, mother is my mother. I was thinking of running away at 19 years old already and I'm still going at 22.
I am the birdie that just hates the freezing confines of the nest and therefore is flying away as fast as her little wings can carry her.
That's about the only good news. This tomato paper needs writing now. I've had a month to do it, and it is due at 11 tomorrow morning. I'm cutting it FINE...
Ta,
Bec
20.10.08
Healing...and I Redefine Having A Stiff Neck
My foot no longer hurts and is in fact, healing nicely. I will suffer no permanent damage, it appears (didn't think I would, anyway)
Went to physical therapy today; my neck has been stiff, so she massaged it. Should be much better by tomorrow.
I currently can't bend the damn thing backwards or to the right, so it had better improve.
She pushed on THAT spot on my shoulder again, and while it was still sore as hell it wasn't half as bad as the last time she did it. I must have improved.
I didn't schedule another appointment; I'm doing well enough right now with pain management and while my exhaustion is bad most days, I can manage that on my own. Nothing they can do for me anyway as far as the tiredness.
Not much else going on! Heroes review comes later tonight.
Ta,
Bec
Angela's sons are all Arthur's
Angie probably couldn't be anything but faithful, as Arthur is a distinctly manipulative bastard.
Hiro stopped time and faked Ando's death. Thought so. Sneaky bastard... Hiro's going to meet the dude in Africa and retrieve Matt.
Claire's going after Mom, who's been trapped with Eric for a week. He has some sort of controlling mimic "make them do what I want" thing.
Adam's meeting Arthur-I assume Art wants healing so he can get up out of bed. Adam seems a bit resistant...and no wonder...Arthur just life-drained Adam right out of existence.
ARTHUR'S A WRAITH! AGGGGGH!
Matt's back in town with a pet! Dad's in the airport. Daph's looking for him.
Nate's gone to see Mo. (This is going to be interesting...seeing as Mo's turning into the Leaping Scaled Wonder...) Mo's all interested cause I don't think he likes being the way he is.
Matt's telling Daph that he's going to be married to her...five minutes after meeting her. Oh, the kid was named Daniella after her grand...didn't catch that. Linderman her grandfather?
Mo's given the Wonder Pair an injection of some sort that's making them not feel so good...why do I think Angela's going after his ass? Mo does not have long to live if she goes after him.
Daph in the cell with Sylar. Busting him out (he's actually a good guy at this point. Creepy.)
Pete is waking up! Sylar and Pete are TEAMING UP? Boy, didn't see that one coming. Sylar wants to redeem himself (fat chance of that happening.)
Hiro and Ando in Africa! Safari time! Oh, they're just after the African guy. And the African guy just clocked Hiro over the head...
Claire going to get Mom away from Creepy Eric. Claire's mom is going to get controlled by him. Wait for it...wait for it...BLAM. She is going nowhere. And she has no powers to fight back with. Ha!
Claire's getting stuck, too, and her taser is toast.
Ando is suggesting a one-minute backup to before he gets clonked, but it doesn't work because the painter just clonks both versions of him.
Daph is in Mo's place, asking for stuff. And Daph has discovered Mo's lair. He can't catch her, either (hee).
Hiro's ticked because the time travel didn't work, so they're hiding and waiting for him to come back.
Eric is playing Russian Roulette. Claire's holding the gun. Eric is trying to figure out who's Mom here...come on, Claire, fire on yourself...he's controlling the gun...Meredith tried to fool him. Didn't work.
Claire's going to get shot again. I can see it happening. A death at the hands of Mom. But she's got more lives.
Claire shot again. And then woke up and knocked him out. Nice distraction technique...but has Claire gotten stronger? She used to have to have lots of time to pick herself up after a bullet wound. Now she's up in a couple of seconds.
(If I have to hear one more chorus of "Clippo, Clippo, Clippo," during the commercial breaks I am going to hurt someone.)
Angela's in a coma. Aw, Sylar and Pete have come to Mummy's bedside. Sylar's saying Pete should have a look around (not advisable here. Might see Dad)
Pete draws the Pinehearst thing.
Mr. Bennet has shown up to contain Eric. Claire's a hero (yip-yay) but Mr. Bennet's name is mud with Claire right now...don't think that's going to change.
Bennet's with Claire's mom.
Sylar and Pete are having a fight...a big one. And since now they're both indestructible this could go on for a while.
Nope. Now Sylar's in the bed and Pete's on the loose.
Tracey's talking to Mo. Trying to talk him down. Tracey's going to ice his lizard ass...there she goes. Icing the cuffs! Apparently he sedated them but Mo's a little wonky these days...it looked like they were going to bust out but Mo got back up again...
Matt tries to feed his turtle. Daph is back but she's telling him that Pinehearst ain't a place where he wants to be. She's warning him off...watch Daph go rogue now. He's trying to save her. Oh, cut with the sap, Matt. I want you dead and now. One of my least favorite characters of the moment. Die, Matt, die.
And Daph left him there. Hee. Go feed your turtle, Matthew.
Hiro's waited till dark to catch the guy. Why do I think this is going to backfire? Yeah. Pretty soon he'll have a totem, too. African dude wants to go places, after people.
Pete's going up to Pinehearst. Petey's going to meet his dad! This is going to go wrong. Yeah, I'd say they need to talk. Not good.
And Dad took Pete's powers in a fatherly hug. Nice guy.
So next week appears to be War of the Petrelli's week, with Angela on one side and Arthur on the other. Pete's down. Nate's been captured by Mo. And Sylar's is on Angela's side.
And they're taking a body out of Mo's place. Who it is, I don't know.
Went to physical therapy today; my neck has been stiff, so she massaged it. Should be much better by tomorrow.
I currently can't bend the damn thing backwards or to the right, so it had better improve.
She pushed on THAT spot on my shoulder again, and while it was still sore as hell it wasn't half as bad as the last time she did it. I must have improved.
I didn't schedule another appointment; I'm doing well enough right now with pain management and while my exhaustion is bad most days, I can manage that on my own. Nothing they can do for me anyway as far as the tiredness.
Not much else going on! Heroes review comes later tonight.
Ta,
Bec
Angela's sons are all Arthur's
Angie probably couldn't be anything but faithful, as Arthur is a distinctly manipulative bastard.
Hiro stopped time and faked Ando's death. Thought so. Sneaky bastard... Hiro's going to meet the dude in Africa and retrieve Matt.
Claire's going after Mom, who's been trapped with Eric for a week. He has some sort of controlling mimic "make them do what I want" thing.
Adam's meeting Arthur-I assume Art wants healing so he can get up out of bed. Adam seems a bit resistant...and no wonder...Arthur just life-drained Adam right out of existence.
ARTHUR'S A WRAITH! AGGGGGH!
Matt's back in town with a pet! Dad's in the airport. Daph's looking for him.
Nate's gone to see Mo. (This is going to be interesting...seeing as Mo's turning into the Leaping Scaled Wonder...) Mo's all interested cause I don't think he likes being the way he is.
Matt's telling Daph that he's going to be married to her...five minutes after meeting her. Oh, the kid was named Daniella after her grand...didn't catch that. Linderman her grandfather?
Mo's given the Wonder Pair an injection of some sort that's making them not feel so good...why do I think Angela's going after his ass? Mo does not have long to live if she goes after him.
Daph in the cell with Sylar. Busting him out (he's actually a good guy at this point. Creepy.)
Pete is waking up! Sylar and Pete are TEAMING UP? Boy, didn't see that one coming. Sylar wants to redeem himself (fat chance of that happening.)
Hiro and Ando in Africa! Safari time! Oh, they're just after the African guy. And the African guy just clocked Hiro over the head...
Claire going to get Mom away from Creepy Eric. Claire's mom is going to get controlled by him. Wait for it...wait for it...BLAM. She is going nowhere. And she has no powers to fight back with. Ha!
Claire's getting stuck, too, and her taser is toast.
Ando is suggesting a one-minute backup to before he gets clonked, but it doesn't work because the painter just clonks both versions of him.
Daph is in Mo's place, asking for stuff. And Daph has discovered Mo's lair. He can't catch her, either (hee).
Hiro's ticked because the time travel didn't work, so they're hiding and waiting for him to come back.
Eric is playing Russian Roulette. Claire's holding the gun. Eric is trying to figure out who's Mom here...come on, Claire, fire on yourself...he's controlling the gun...Meredith tried to fool him. Didn't work.
Claire's going to get shot again. I can see it happening. A death at the hands of Mom. But she's got more lives.
Claire shot again. And then woke up and knocked him out. Nice distraction technique...but has Claire gotten stronger? She used to have to have lots of time to pick herself up after a bullet wound. Now she's up in a couple of seconds.
(If I have to hear one more chorus of "Clippo, Clippo, Clippo," during the commercial breaks I am going to hurt someone.)
Angela's in a coma. Aw, Sylar and Pete have come to Mummy's bedside. Sylar's saying Pete should have a look around (not advisable here. Might see Dad)
Pete draws the Pinehearst thing.
Mr. Bennet has shown up to contain Eric. Claire's a hero (yip-yay) but Mr. Bennet's name is mud with Claire right now...don't think that's going to change.
Bennet's with Claire's mom.
Sylar and Pete are having a fight...a big one. And since now they're both indestructible this could go on for a while.
Nope. Now Sylar's in the bed and Pete's on the loose.
Tracey's talking to Mo. Trying to talk him down. Tracey's going to ice his lizard ass...there she goes. Icing the cuffs! Apparently he sedated them but Mo's a little wonky these days...it looked like they were going to bust out but Mo got back up again...
Matt tries to feed his turtle. Daph is back but she's telling him that Pinehearst ain't a place where he wants to be. She's warning him off...watch Daph go rogue now. He's trying to save her. Oh, cut with the sap, Matt. I want you dead and now. One of my least favorite characters of the moment. Die, Matt, die.
And Daph left him there. Hee. Go feed your turtle, Matthew.
Hiro's waited till dark to catch the guy. Why do I think this is going to backfire? Yeah. Pretty soon he'll have a totem, too. African dude wants to go places, after people.
Pete's going up to Pinehearst. Petey's going to meet his dad! This is going to go wrong. Yeah, I'd say they need to talk. Not good.
And Dad took Pete's powers in a fatherly hug. Nice guy.
So next week appears to be War of the Petrelli's week, with Angela on one side and Arthur on the other. Pete's down. Nate's been captured by Mo. And Sylar's is on Angela's side.
And they're taking a body out of Mo's place. Who it is, I don't know.
18.10.08
And The Klutz Award of the Year Goes To...
ME. Who else?
Yeah, I pulled a me this morning. I took a shower, had combed my hair, and was walking out the door of the bathroom next door.
And walked right into the door itself with my right foot.
Someday I will learn that me versus the bottom part of that door is a losing battle.
I managed to make a dig in the skin underneath my big toenail, enough to make it bleed for approximately the last ten minutes.
After cleaning up all of the blood I tracked across the dorm room floor, I decided it would be in my best interests to sit down and not do anything for awhile. Best to stay put when I'm having a day like this.
It's not hurting as much as it was when I did it, so I probably didn't cause too much damage to anything vital. Just a minor injury.
However, I'm going to have a heck of a time getting socks or shoes on today. Got to applaud me. I'm like a Jedi in reverse...Klutz levels are so high in me I should become some sort of superheroine, falling over stuff and banging into walls.
I'd better check this thing. Knowing me I'm already getting gangrene.
Ta,
Bec
Yeah, I pulled a me this morning. I took a shower, had combed my hair, and was walking out the door of the bathroom next door.
And walked right into the door itself with my right foot.
Someday I will learn that me versus the bottom part of that door is a losing battle.
I managed to make a dig in the skin underneath my big toenail, enough to make it bleed for approximately the last ten minutes.
After cleaning up all of the blood I tracked across the dorm room floor, I decided it would be in my best interests to sit down and not do anything for awhile. Best to stay put when I'm having a day like this.
It's not hurting as much as it was when I did it, so I probably didn't cause too much damage to anything vital. Just a minor injury.
However, I'm going to have a heck of a time getting socks or shoes on today. Got to applaud me. I'm like a Jedi in reverse...Klutz levels are so high in me I should become some sort of superheroine, falling over stuff and banging into walls.
I'd better check this thing. Knowing me I'm already getting gangrene.
Ta,
Bec
17.10.08
The Death of My Headphones
My wonderful, beautiful, rare English headphones, bought in a real English shop in a real English town, have died.
I mourn their loss mostly because they could have done this LAST week before my parents got here. But no, they broke THIS week when I have no way of getting another pair very fast or very cheap.
But now they're dead. I have no way to listen to anything on my laptop and no way to listen to anything on my desktop without turning on the speakers (and I can only do that when my roommate's not sleeping.)
I really liked these ones. I really did. I was always so careful with them and yet they broke on me.
Beyond that, nothing going on. I am going to be busy this weekend trying to catch up for Monday morning. Yay, me.
That's it!
Ta,
Bec
I mourn their loss mostly because they could have done this LAST week before my parents got here. But no, they broke THIS week when I have no way of getting another pair very fast or very cheap.
But now they're dead. I have no way to listen to anything on my laptop and no way to listen to anything on my desktop without turning on the speakers (and I can only do that when my roommate's not sleeping.)
I really liked these ones. I really did. I was always so careful with them and yet they broke on me.
Beyond that, nothing going on. I am going to be busy this weekend trying to catch up for Monday morning. Yay, me.
That's it!
Ta,
Bec
15.10.08
5 Days Later...
Here's the long and short of the last five days.
1. My degree audit has all of its many flaws settled out and fixed. As far as I know, I'm graduating in the spring.
2. I am not going overseas anymore. Having come to the stark and sad realization that I couldn't afford to go that far away, I had to tone my 'running away from home' plan down a little.
So, as of right now, I'm considering these five places for my Master's:
University of Washington-Seattle
University of Denver
University of Hawaii-Manoa
University of British Columbia (Vancouver)
Dalhousie University (Halifax, Nova Scotia)
Denver's really my first choice at the moment, but the deadline for that one is December 1st, while the others are either February or April. Probably Vancouver next. Then Seattle. Then Hawaii. Then Dalhousie.
I'm typing up a chart to compare them all because I can't make up my stupid mind. Again.
It appears that A) I want to go west, mostly B) I like being on the coast C) I'm getting away as far as my limited monetary funds will let me go.
So, I'm still going to be on this continent, but I'm going to be somewhere at the other end of it, unless I go to Halifax (technically I'm the middle but Halifax seems closer)
With my brilliant powers of calculation (cue snorting) Denver is closest, followed by Halifax, Seattle, Vancouver, and then Hawaii, which is almost as far away as I was the last time but just in the other direction.
So. New flight path, so to speak. Bit more domestic, but unlike certain two-hearted aliens I know, I can live with domestic as long as they don't overcharge me on my luggage.
On other fronts, I have not seen Heroes yet because I was busy on Monday night and I've been fairly busy since then, too. I'm planning on watching it after this stupid math class gets out.
You don't need to hear again how I detest math. It's old news. If my hatred of the stuff could grow anymore, it would. He's going on about barbers, alopecia, languages and violets. I never thought I'd hear those four things in the same sentence.
Freedom is mine. I must go. Heroes review later tonight!
Ta,
Bec
SPOILER LINE
Angela is nastier than we thought.
There are synthetic heroes. Angela and the Company futzed around with genetics and made Nathan and Tracey what they are now. God wasn't in the details, it appears, and Nate's faith thing is out the window forever...
In other news, Nate slept with Tracey, so now he's slept with two out of three sisters. Only Barbara left to sleep with now.
Linderman doesn't exist.
Matt's dad is making him be there. Turns out Linderman is dead after all. Surprise, surprise...
Daddy Petrelli is still kicking.
Arthur Petrelli was supposed to have died in one of the very first episodes of Heroes, but it appears that he didn't and he's still around and doing stuff. Like controlling Matt's dad and giving him orders. The guy's got some sort of ability; we don't know what it is. Matt's dad has the ability to read thoughts, so I have no idea.
Hiro stabs Ando.
This was completely unexpected. It looks like Ando is dead after Hiro was handed a sword and told to kill him. With barely any hesitation, he did. Ando couldn't defend himself or even fight back. This seems unusually cruel.
I suspect Hiro and Ando had a plan and that Ando isn't actually dead. Hiro wouldn't have been capable of this otherwise (he gave in way too easily and stabbed too quick for this to be anything but deception).
Mo wraps Maya in his loving webs.
Maya discovered that Mohinder has taken the next-door neighbor and stuck him to the wall with a bunch of webs, for whatever reason.
So, next thing you know, Mo's got Maya in the same position. Wrapped up and stuck to the wall.
Nathan's going to go and see him now, so this is going to get interesting...
Knox has Adam in the back of a truck.
Daphne doesn't really know who she's working for but she's going after Matt now. Hiro's in with the Daphne club.
Ando looks dead.
Mohinder's in a state of perpetual change.
Maya's stuck to a wall.
Pete's in a coma.
Sylar's running around with Bennet again.
Matt's still in Africa.
Angela's having dreams about her supposedly dead husband killing both Nate and Pete and also getting Tracey.
Claire is really hating Mr. Bennet right now after he basically forced this guy who could make black holes to kill Sylar, but he couldn't do it and sucked himself away instead.
1. My degree audit has all of its many flaws settled out and fixed. As far as I know, I'm graduating in the spring.
2. I am not going overseas anymore. Having come to the stark and sad realization that I couldn't afford to go that far away, I had to tone my 'running away from home' plan down a little.
So, as of right now, I'm considering these five places for my Master's:
University of Washington-Seattle
University of Denver
University of Hawaii-Manoa
University of British Columbia (Vancouver)
Dalhousie University (Halifax, Nova Scotia)
Denver's really my first choice at the moment, but the deadline for that one is December 1st, while the others are either February or April. Probably Vancouver next. Then Seattle. Then Hawaii. Then Dalhousie.
I'm typing up a chart to compare them all because I can't make up my stupid mind. Again.
It appears that A) I want to go west, mostly B) I like being on the coast C) I'm getting away as far as my limited monetary funds will let me go.
So, I'm still going to be on this continent, but I'm going to be somewhere at the other end of it, unless I go to Halifax (technically I'm the middle but Halifax seems closer)
With my brilliant powers of calculation (cue snorting) Denver is closest, followed by Halifax, Seattle, Vancouver, and then Hawaii, which is almost as far away as I was the last time but just in the other direction.
So. New flight path, so to speak. Bit more domestic, but unlike certain two-hearted aliens I know, I can live with domestic as long as they don't overcharge me on my luggage.
On other fronts, I have not seen Heroes yet because I was busy on Monday night and I've been fairly busy since then, too. I'm planning on watching it after this stupid math class gets out.
You don't need to hear again how I detest math. It's old news. If my hatred of the stuff could grow anymore, it would. He's going on about barbers, alopecia, languages and violets. I never thought I'd hear those four things in the same sentence.
Freedom is mine. I must go. Heroes review later tonight!
Ta,
Bec
SPOILER LINE
Angela is nastier than we thought.
There are synthetic heroes. Angela and the Company futzed around with genetics and made Nathan and Tracey what they are now. God wasn't in the details, it appears, and Nate's faith thing is out the window forever...
In other news, Nate slept with Tracey, so now he's slept with two out of three sisters. Only Barbara left to sleep with now.
Linderman doesn't exist.
Matt's dad is making him be there. Turns out Linderman is dead after all. Surprise, surprise...
Daddy Petrelli is still kicking.
Arthur Petrelli was supposed to have died in one of the very first episodes of Heroes, but it appears that he didn't and he's still around and doing stuff. Like controlling Matt's dad and giving him orders. The guy's got some sort of ability; we don't know what it is. Matt's dad has the ability to read thoughts, so I have no idea.
Hiro stabs Ando.
This was completely unexpected. It looks like Ando is dead after Hiro was handed a sword and told to kill him. With barely any hesitation, he did. Ando couldn't defend himself or even fight back. This seems unusually cruel.
I suspect Hiro and Ando had a plan and that Ando isn't actually dead. Hiro wouldn't have been capable of this otherwise (he gave in way too easily and stabbed too quick for this to be anything but deception).
Mo wraps Maya in his loving webs.
Maya discovered that Mohinder has taken the next-door neighbor and stuck him to the wall with a bunch of webs, for whatever reason.
So, next thing you know, Mo's got Maya in the same position. Wrapped up and stuck to the wall.
Nathan's going to go and see him now, so this is going to get interesting...
Knox has Adam in the back of a truck.
Daphne doesn't really know who she's working for but she's going after Matt now. Hiro's in with the Daphne club.
Ando looks dead.
Mohinder's in a state of perpetual change.
Maya's stuck to a wall.
Pete's in a coma.
Sylar's running around with Bennet again.
Matt's still in Africa.
Angela's having dreams about her supposedly dead husband killing both Nate and Pete and also getting Tracey.
Claire is really hating Mr. Bennet right now after he basically forced this guy who could make black holes to kill Sylar, but he couldn't do it and sucked himself away instead.
10.10.08
FREEEEEE...
Someone in Hibbard bonk the fire alarm and end this class...for my sake.
Of course, I'm not paying attention anymore. I haven't for weeks now. Not going to change my mind.
What's new? Not much. I'm figuring out who I have to go to to get a Lit minor applied to my Creative Writing major. Once that's on there, I can then sign up for classes on November 5th. No worries. Once that's on there I'll feel secure enough to start signing up for Master's programs overseas.
40 minutes to go...
I think I'm going to have the physical therapist look at my posture the next time I see her. I've got pain in my back again and it's starting to get irritating. I'm turning into my mother, who can't sit for long periods. I already warned her about graduation being hours and hours long...and between Grandma Sackett, Mom, and me, it's going to be like the Yo-Yo Brigade.
At least half the class hasn't turned up today. I almost didn't.
30 minutes.
I look like a gypsy queen today. Got chandelier earrings, a bandanna, and dark eye makeup on. If my clothes actually fit what I look like today I'd be perfect (maybe I can try it again next week and wear a (gasp!) skirt instead.
Of course, that would mean I'd have to have dress shoes and I don't think I have those down here. Whoops.
25 minutes.
Less than 20 minutes.
Finally, we're discussing something I want to pay attention to. About 5 minutes from now we're going to slip back into a stupor. Wait for it, wait for it...
And two minutes later here we are. Bored bored bored.
15!
10!
5!
The stock market appears to be rallying a bit. It's been going under all week, and I suspect this little spot of positiveness is going to end quite soon.
Just a few minutes left. He won't let us out early; he never does.
I have several stories to work on this weekend. And I probably won't write on this blog tomorrow thanks to being with my parents all day long. I'll try, but I make no promises.
So, le weekend is about a minute away. Come on, come on...I want to go...I want to listen to that new John Barrowman song till my ears fall off (and not just 'cause he's heyo, Captain Jack. It's 'cause he's good and the song's good, too.)
TA!
Bec
Of course, I'm not paying attention anymore. I haven't for weeks now. Not going to change my mind.
What's new? Not much. I'm figuring out who I have to go to to get a Lit minor applied to my Creative Writing major. Once that's on there, I can then sign up for classes on November 5th. No worries. Once that's on there I'll feel secure enough to start signing up for Master's programs overseas.
40 minutes to go...
I think I'm going to have the physical therapist look at my posture the next time I see her. I've got pain in my back again and it's starting to get irritating. I'm turning into my mother, who can't sit for long periods. I already warned her about graduation being hours and hours long...and between Grandma Sackett, Mom, and me, it's going to be like the Yo-Yo Brigade.
At least half the class hasn't turned up today. I almost didn't.
30 minutes.
I look like a gypsy queen today. Got chandelier earrings, a bandanna, and dark eye makeup on. If my clothes actually fit what I look like today I'd be perfect (maybe I can try it again next week and wear a (gasp!) skirt instead.
Of course, that would mean I'd have to have dress shoes and I don't think I have those down here. Whoops.
25 minutes.
Less than 20 minutes.
Finally, we're discussing something I want to pay attention to. About 5 minutes from now we're going to slip back into a stupor. Wait for it, wait for it...
And two minutes later here we are. Bored bored bored.
15!
10!
5!
The stock market appears to be rallying a bit. It's been going under all week, and I suspect this little spot of positiveness is going to end quite soon.
Just a few minutes left. He won't let us out early; he never does.
I have several stories to work on this weekend. And I probably won't write on this blog tomorrow thanks to being with my parents all day long. I'll try, but I make no promises.
So, le weekend is about a minute away. Come on, come on...I want to go...I want to listen to that new John Barrowman song till my ears fall off (and not just 'cause he's heyo, Captain Jack. It's 'cause he's good and the song's good, too.)
TA!
Bec
9.10.08
Try A FIVE-Leaf Clover. They're Luckier.
Today was a ridiculously good news sort of day, and save for me biting my lip all to hell this morning during breakfast (which I thought was a sure sign of the bad to come) it actually turned out all right.
If I survive tomorrow then it's weekend time.
First off, I read on the news stuff this morning that David Tennant is making Sir Jonathan Miller eat crow. A lot of it.
Here's why: Back a few months ago, David Tennant was starting out on Hamlet in Stratford, and Miller said something to someone about only celebrities getting the good roles and specifically referred to Tennant, who's currently playing the Doctor.
About three people (at least) leapt to David Tennant's defense at the time, saying he IS a classically trained actor, has done Hamlet and indeed, has worked in Stratford long BEFORE he was the Doctor. This is all true.
So David Tennant is playing Berowne in Love's Labour's Lost at the moment and is according to most critics, doing a wonderful job as usual. A couple of the critics felt fit to remind people of what Miller had said, kind of as a "Ha ha, in your face" kind of thing.
And may I remind those still skeptical of David Tennant's greatness (you know who you are)(and shame on you for not realizing his amazing-ness before) that Tennant himself has never said a word in his own defense, and has instead gone back to his JOB and done it WELL?
That's pretty much it: David Tennant's great, getting greater all the time. Sir Jonathan Miller can stuff it, eat crow, and fess up to being an idiot. And I'm just happy that David Tennant's doing well at what he does again. Pretty soon he'll be a Sir himself.
Item 2 on the list of things that made my day just dandy... this one has to do with me.
At UWEC, we have these things called degree audits. They are a summary of the classes we've taken, the classes we will take, and the classes we need to take.
Mine, of course, is quite confusing as I have a full four years worth of classes in it, and I've filled in a lot of blanks.
One thing I didn't know (or chose to ignore, or didn't see because sometimes I forget to pay attention to things) was that I need a minor to graduate, along with my major.
Now, if I started a NEW minor it's going to take another year to get out of here, and for me that's unacceptable. No way.
So, I decided to test the waters and try for a Lit minor with my Creative Writing major. Problem is, in recent years you can't go for a major and minor in the same department. Too much overlap and confusion.
But my degree audit let me when it shouldn't have. And I was confused.
So, I go see my advisor. He asks questions of someone else to try and sort out what I've done wrong.
And it turns out I am probably holding some sort of mutated clover leaf. That's the only explanation I've got for me skidding by with a Lit minor and a Creative Writing major. Because I can. And I'm going to.
Folks, countrypeople, readers...I am getting out of here in the spring. This spring. THE spring.
HEE HEE HEE.
So with that out of the way, Number 3 is: An entire pepperoni pizza sitting downstairs in the KT fridge (wouldn't fit in mine) waiting to be eaten.
That's it. David Tennant rocks. I'm finally zeeing light at zee end of a very long tunnel. And there's pizza.
Ta,
Bec
If I survive tomorrow then it's weekend time.
First off, I read on the news stuff this morning that David Tennant is making Sir Jonathan Miller eat crow. A lot of it.
Here's why: Back a few months ago, David Tennant was starting out on Hamlet in Stratford, and Miller said something to someone about only celebrities getting the good roles and specifically referred to Tennant, who's currently playing the Doctor.
About three people (at least) leapt to David Tennant's defense at the time, saying he IS a classically trained actor, has done Hamlet and indeed, has worked in Stratford long BEFORE he was the Doctor. This is all true.
So David Tennant is playing Berowne in Love's Labour's Lost at the moment and is according to most critics, doing a wonderful job as usual. A couple of the critics felt fit to remind people of what Miller had said, kind of as a "Ha ha, in your face" kind of thing.
And may I remind those still skeptical of David Tennant's greatness (you know who you are)(and shame on you for not realizing his amazing-ness before) that Tennant himself has never said a word in his own defense, and has instead gone back to his JOB and done it WELL?
That's pretty much it: David Tennant's great, getting greater all the time. Sir Jonathan Miller can stuff it, eat crow, and fess up to being an idiot. And I'm just happy that David Tennant's doing well at what he does again. Pretty soon he'll be a Sir himself.
Item 2 on the list of things that made my day just dandy... this one has to do with me.
At UWEC, we have these things called degree audits. They are a summary of the classes we've taken, the classes we will take, and the classes we need to take.
Mine, of course, is quite confusing as I have a full four years worth of classes in it, and I've filled in a lot of blanks.
One thing I didn't know (or chose to ignore, or didn't see because sometimes I forget to pay attention to things) was that I need a minor to graduate, along with my major.
Now, if I started a NEW minor it's going to take another year to get out of here, and for me that's unacceptable. No way.
So, I decided to test the waters and try for a Lit minor with my Creative Writing major. Problem is, in recent years you can't go for a major and minor in the same department. Too much overlap and confusion.
But my degree audit let me when it shouldn't have. And I was confused.
So, I go see my advisor. He asks questions of someone else to try and sort out what I've done wrong.
And it turns out I am probably holding some sort of mutated clover leaf. That's the only explanation I've got for me skidding by with a Lit minor and a Creative Writing major. Because I can. And I'm going to.
Folks, countrypeople, readers...I am getting out of here in the spring. This spring. THE spring.
HEE HEE HEE.
So with that out of the way, Number 3 is: An entire pepperoni pizza sitting downstairs in the KT fridge (wouldn't fit in mine) waiting to be eaten.
That's it. David Tennant rocks. I'm finally zeeing light at zee end of a very long tunnel. And there's pizza.
Ta,
Bec
8.10.08
Glasgow?
Strathclyde e-mailed me this morning-that's Glasgow.
Somehow, the appearance of this e-mail has settled my recently conflicting emotions on going overseas again. I was feeling as if I was being selfish and petulant by wanting to leave the country again. I was considering just telling my mother that I wanted to go to Madison and forget going away again.
But with Strathclyde finally e-mailing me, I feel like maybe I've found where I want to go. Finally. Glasgow is a bit bigger and seems a lot further away than Aberystwyth (hope I spelled that right) or Leeds, but I wanted to go to Scotland again. Here lies my chance.
It was really odd this morning. I saw that e-mail and all the tension I've been feeling for three or four days now just left me. Just felt this weird peaceful thing, like maybe I'm going to the right place after all.
But first, I'm hoping to figure out what classes I need to take for my last semester here. Being all ready to go to Scotland doesn't mean that I can go if I haven't finished getting my degree here first.
With that hurdle out of the way, things will move a little faster than they're moving right now.
In other news, my Grandma Sackett is getting out of the hospital today, I hope. She was having trouble breathing last week and when my aunt suggested she go to the doctor, her heart rate was 180 beats a minute.
Needless to say, that ain't natural, so they admitted her to the hospital and have been spending the last little bit of time getting her heart rate back down where it should be. And despite bitchy head nurses giving Grandma her meds at the wrong time and not letting her up out of bed, it sounds like Gram's going to get through this one.
So, I'm calming down about leaving again and Grandma's heart is apparently misbehaving less than it was doing a week ago.
As the great David Tennant once said, Everything's coming up Doctor.
Tra,
Bec
Somehow, the appearance of this e-mail has settled my recently conflicting emotions on going overseas again. I was feeling as if I was being selfish and petulant by wanting to leave the country again. I was considering just telling my mother that I wanted to go to Madison and forget going away again.
But with Strathclyde finally e-mailing me, I feel like maybe I've found where I want to go. Finally. Glasgow is a bit bigger and seems a lot further away than Aberystwyth (hope I spelled that right) or Leeds, but I wanted to go to Scotland again. Here lies my chance.
It was really odd this morning. I saw that e-mail and all the tension I've been feeling for three or four days now just left me. Just felt this weird peaceful thing, like maybe I'm going to the right place after all.
But first, I'm hoping to figure out what classes I need to take for my last semester here. Being all ready to go to Scotland doesn't mean that I can go if I haven't finished getting my degree here first.
With that hurdle out of the way, things will move a little faster than they're moving right now.
In other news, my Grandma Sackett is getting out of the hospital today, I hope. She was having trouble breathing last week and when my aunt suggested she go to the doctor, her heart rate was 180 beats a minute.
Needless to say, that ain't natural, so they admitted her to the hospital and have been spending the last little bit of time getting her heart rate back down where it should be. And despite bitchy head nurses giving Grandma her meds at the wrong time and not letting her up out of bed, it sounds like Gram's going to get through this one.
So, I'm calming down about leaving again and Grandma's heart is apparently misbehaving less than it was doing a week ago.
As the great David Tennant once said, Everything's coming up Doctor.
Tra,
Bec
6.10.08
Monday!
I'm in class, typing on the laptop.
I know darn well I shouldn't HAVE the laptop with me and that I should leave the heavy objects at home. I will pay tomorrow with aching knees and a sore back, but my needs were more urgent and I can take ibuprofen for the pain.
My first class of the day got cancelled, so I FINALLY got to watch Seeker: The Dark is Rising. I wanted to see it purely because Chris Eccleston is in it (Ninth Doctor). It was all right; a bit predictable. I figured out who was in Will's inner circle and dancing with the dark fella long before she was revealed to be bad.
Eccleston was good; looks odd with long hair (he was practically bald as the Doctor, and as a result his big ears were always visible.) Here he looked much different (and also because he was the nasty bad evil dark meanie bastard guy)
I also figured the brother was with Nasty Bad Evil because this was a kid's movie and the twin had to be alive someplace. He was. He was trapped in a snow globe and only got out at the end when Chris Eccleston got stuffed in there himself and dropped down into a really deep pool of water, never to rise again.
It was an all right movie. I watched it; it was on my list of things to watch this year. Now I've done so, and won't have to again (unless I get the urge to see Chris Eccleston throwing around crows and riding a horse (he barely got off the thing...and then he creeped me out by trying to sing 'Joy to the World.")
Later on, I'll post my Heroes ranting and raving here, but for now I should really be paying attention (ha ha).
Ta,
Bec
SPOILER LINE
Claire shoots Future Pete
But of course he can't be dead. This is Heroes, and Pete is one of the FOUR characters who can't die (or at least is a real bitch to kill).
Ando and Hiro begin to break
These two are best friends. I do believe that with every episode that passes, Hiro's trust of Ando lessens and Ando gets madder at Hiro for his lack of trust. Enemies in future? Possibly.
But Hiro apologized and the Haitian caught them breaking out, so I think that maybe they'll have a bit more time to make buddy-buddy in the cell on Level 2.
Linderman
How is Linderman THERE?
Mohinder
He's growing horny little flakes out of his back. The light's bugging him. His temper's shorter.
Mo's gone sticky.
Four years later, Mo is really, really not well off. We didn't see his face, but he clearly has problems.
Four years later, Pete goes to the Bennet house. There's a little blonde boy (about 3 or 4. Probably 3-ish)
(HIS NAME IS NOAH. HUH? WHERE DID HE COME FROM?) and Gabriel is all sweet and everything, nice to the boy, kisses Mr. Muggles, tells Pete that if he'd known he was coming he'd have made MORE...
Okay, Gabe didn't have his memories wiped; he's raising the kid and is controlling his "hunger."
Matt and Daphne hooked up (got married.) Matt's got a baby in his arms (Daniella-why that name, of all the names?)
Molly's grown a bit!
Okay, halfway through, there was a massive explosion thanks to Pete and Gabriel going boom simultaneously. Luckily, three out of four of the people in that explosion could survive said explosion, so...
Yeah, they're all alive. Claire's gone nasty. She's torturing Current Pete.
Nathan is STILL praying to God...Linderman's telling him to pray some more.
I have the thought that someone is controlling Nathan and making him see Linderman, kind of like a hallucination. Someone's manipulating the strings here...
Tracey's has apparently figured out what she needs to do. Jump off a bridge. Of course, it sucks that Nathan would catch her mid-jump and NOW it looks like these two are hooking up (sort of) again. Could the little boy be theirs?
Four years later, Nathan is President and has married Tracey, and is still religious.
Okay, problem. Past Pete just did something to Nathan that resembled what Sylar could do. Pete has gone back to the present, has Sylar's ability, and now has the hunger to boot. Nice one, Pete ol' boy. In trying to stop Sylar, you've now become even more his brother.
Matt in the present is seeing something. Matt in the future is a jerk to Molly and then Daphne comes back just barely alive and drops dead in his arms. In the present he apparently needs a totem, an animal of some kind. Matt becomes a turtle?
Hiro and Ando are getting the third degree from Angela thanks to having been idiots. Hiro looks ready to give up, Ando supports him, but Angela says someone is manipulating everyone else and now he's the one who has to fix it.
So, Hiro and Ando go to dig up a coffin (I thought that Adam's wife was supposed to do this, but never mind) and Adam, of course, is inside.
Adam grabs Hiro by the throat and says, "Hiro, you son of a b..."
Ta,
Bec
I know darn well I shouldn't HAVE the laptop with me and that I should leave the heavy objects at home. I will pay tomorrow with aching knees and a sore back, but my needs were more urgent and I can take ibuprofen for the pain.
My first class of the day got cancelled, so I FINALLY got to watch Seeker: The Dark is Rising. I wanted to see it purely because Chris Eccleston is in it (Ninth Doctor). It was all right; a bit predictable. I figured out who was in Will's inner circle and dancing with the dark fella long before she was revealed to be bad.
Eccleston was good; looks odd with long hair (he was practically bald as the Doctor, and as a result his big ears were always visible.) Here he looked much different (and also because he was the nasty bad evil dark meanie bastard guy)
I also figured the brother was with Nasty Bad Evil because this was a kid's movie and the twin had to be alive someplace. He was. He was trapped in a snow globe and only got out at the end when Chris Eccleston got stuffed in there himself and dropped down into a really deep pool of water, never to rise again.
It was an all right movie. I watched it; it was on my list of things to watch this year. Now I've done so, and won't have to again (unless I get the urge to see Chris Eccleston throwing around crows and riding a horse (he barely got off the thing...and then he creeped me out by trying to sing 'Joy to the World.")
Later on, I'll post my Heroes ranting and raving here, but for now I should really be paying attention (ha ha).
Ta,
Bec
SPOILER LINE
Claire shoots Future Pete
But of course he can't be dead. This is Heroes, and Pete is one of the FOUR characters who can't die (or at least is a real bitch to kill).
Ando and Hiro begin to break
These two are best friends. I do believe that with every episode that passes, Hiro's trust of Ando lessens and Ando gets madder at Hiro for his lack of trust. Enemies in future? Possibly.
But Hiro apologized and the Haitian caught them breaking out, so I think that maybe they'll have a bit more time to make buddy-buddy in the cell on Level 2.
Linderman
How is Linderman THERE?
Mohinder
He's growing horny little flakes out of his back. The light's bugging him. His temper's shorter.
Mo's gone sticky.
Four years later, Mo is really, really not well off. We didn't see his face, but he clearly has problems.
Four years later, Pete goes to the Bennet house. There's a little blonde boy (about 3 or 4. Probably 3-ish)
(HIS NAME IS NOAH. HUH? WHERE DID HE COME FROM?) and Gabriel is all sweet and everything, nice to the boy, kisses Mr. Muggles, tells Pete that if he'd known he was coming he'd have made MORE...
Okay, Gabe didn't have his memories wiped; he's raising the kid and is controlling his "hunger."
Matt and Daphne hooked up (got married.) Matt's got a baby in his arms (Daniella-why that name, of all the names?)
Molly's grown a bit!
Okay, halfway through, there was a massive explosion thanks to Pete and Gabriel going boom simultaneously. Luckily, three out of four of the people in that explosion could survive said explosion, so...
Yeah, they're all alive. Claire's gone nasty. She's torturing Current Pete.
Nathan is STILL praying to God...Linderman's telling him to pray some more.
I have the thought that someone is controlling Nathan and making him see Linderman, kind of like a hallucination. Someone's manipulating the strings here...
Tracey's has apparently figured out what she needs to do. Jump off a bridge. Of course, it sucks that Nathan would catch her mid-jump and NOW it looks like these two are hooking up (sort of) again. Could the little boy be theirs?
Four years later, Nathan is President and has married Tracey, and is still religious.
Okay, problem. Past Pete just did something to Nathan that resembled what Sylar could do. Pete has gone back to the present, has Sylar's ability, and now has the hunger to boot. Nice one, Pete ol' boy. In trying to stop Sylar, you've now become even more his brother.
Matt in the present is seeing something. Matt in the future is a jerk to Molly and then Daphne comes back just barely alive and drops dead in his arms. In the present he apparently needs a totem, an animal of some kind. Matt becomes a turtle?
Hiro and Ando are getting the third degree from Angela thanks to having been idiots. Hiro looks ready to give up, Ando supports him, but Angela says someone is manipulating everyone else and now he's the one who has to fix it.
So, Hiro and Ando go to dig up a coffin (I thought that Adam's wife was supposed to do this, but never mind) and Adam, of course, is inside.
Adam grabs Hiro by the throat and says, "Hiro, you son of a b..."
Ta,
Bec
2.10.08
My Shoulder Screams For Mercy
I was going to report today that I was cold. That was earlier.
I'm still cold and miserable, but that's not the point anymore. I have something new to whine about.
Now I'm going to complain about my shoulder. The physical therapist worked out the knots that have sat there for six months and the shoulder has responded by yowling for the last 7 hours.
I am on high doses of ibuprofen (for the sake of others. I tend to get mean when I'm in pain)(that might explain my nasty attitude when it started to get cold)
So I'm cold. I hurt. I'm going to bed now and if anyone bumps this shoulder tomorrow, they're going to get filleted by my remarkably sharp tongue.
Ta!
Bec
I'm still cold and miserable, but that's not the point anymore. I have something new to whine about.
Now I'm going to complain about my shoulder. The physical therapist worked out the knots that have sat there for six months and the shoulder has responded by yowling for the last 7 hours.
I am on high doses of ibuprofen (for the sake of others. I tend to get mean when I'm in pain)(that might explain my nasty attitude when it started to get cold)
So I'm cold. I hurt. I'm going to bed now and if anyone bumps this shoulder tomorrow, they're going to get filleted by my remarkably sharp tongue.
Ta!
Bec
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