I don't understand my creative writing teacher. Okay, I understand her fairly well. She's a horrible teacher. She took a week and a half to read our papers (two pages max) and then puts no comments, just a check plus. What? And then we get into class today and she said she's losing her voice (which sounds perfectly fine) and tells us we're going to do an in class writing exercise, but we could leave if we wanted to. So, she just sits there while all but five people leave. I finished the exercise in ten minutes (it's an hour and fifteen minute long class) and leave.
I can't believe I'm paying for this class! Honestly.
My coat smells like garlic. I made pasta bake last night for supper and fried up the turkey with some garlic. Yum...not really.
Lolita. Where to begin? Short summary: 42 year old guy + 12 year old girl + a two year "tour" of the country. But..it does not have one swear word in the whole work. Finished reading it. Got a new book - The Postman Always Rings Twice. I'm almost through it (it's only 115 pages) and there is yet to be any sign of a Postman.
Did I mention I'm reading through Random House's top 100 English novels as prep for the GRE I'm possibly taking to possibly get into grad school. Either that, or I'm reading them just to see how fucked up the "Modern American Novel" can be. I think I started off with two good ones. Yep. You should read them.
I have work today and then tomorrow then off Wednesday but I really don't care. I need a job that I have fun at because I get more pissed each day I go in. I hate jumping jobs but trust me this is no laughing matter. I mean yeah I get paid to work out but at the same time it costs alot of money to feed myself. well anywho off to work I go Hi ho Hi ho.
I'm getting back into the full swing of things. I'm working three eight hour shifts this weekend, including today after I get out of class, and I have first degree on Sunday after work.
Next week I'm working thirty two hours.
Things are going moderately well. I feel like I haven't done much as far as classes go, but I know work will soon be piling up on me.
Rent to pay; groceries to eat.
It's snowing quite heavily outside and shows no sign of stopping. Oh dear.
hey world
I'm still alive. I totally forgot I had a woohuh anymore.. so wrapped up in myspace. lol. It's amazing how many things change, and yet how much will always stay the same.
I am loving my new Rock Band game. Oh and I believe Lallo [edit] and Jackie [edit] will love the fact that Q.O.T.S.A. is on it. Very great game and I recommend it to anyone who loves Guitar Hero. :D
I awoke this morning to clouds over the sun, to the perpetual freshness of another day, and to my body telling me that I required less movement than I was enacting at the time.
Oh man.
I'm back in the swing of things I suppose. I have one more class to go to today, and then I'm done. Well, I have my meeting tonight, but then I'll be done.
Wouldn't it be nice...
Human Growth and Development will be interesting, but the room is very large and cold, so it will unenjoyable.
The lady who teaches my creative writing class can't speak in front of people well, and she's super skinny.
I think the bus driver hates her job.
I would really enjoy a real cappuccino right now, but I have rent to pay, which means I don't have the three dollars to spend on it.
I have carrot sticks in my stomach (well, they're not in stick form anymore), and I enjoyed my peanut butter and raspberry preserves sandwich on whole wheat bread that I made myself and ate for lunch.
I have a high level of cognitive development, I was told. I like to organize things in my head. Yes, it gives me pleasure, or rather, it alleviates my cognitive dissonance.
I just finished with my first class of the new semester. It was English 201, which is an English Composition class that's required. Boo. But...I do have it with the same professor I had for Literary Analysis, which is cool. He's in his seventies, has a five year old kid, and is fairly crazy. Yep.
Anyway, most of my classes are tomorrow, so we'll see how it goes!
Classes were over last week and grades are in. Time to look to next semester. It should be fairly easy. I'm only taking thirteen credit hours so I can have more time to relax (one thing I learned about last semester is that I need time to myself so I don't get so stressed out).
We've moved into our new apartment, which is very nice. It's a four bedroom town house. The main level has a living room, a bathroom and a large kitchen/ dining area. The upstairs has the four bedrooms and another bathroom. We have basic cable and broadband internet, which means I've been watching CNN for the past week and Rueben has been downloading the whole second season of Heroes for us to watch.
I've been working a lot lately, as always. I have thirty seven hours this week and thirty eight next. I help close the store on Christmas eve, and I have to be back at ten am the day after Christmas. I'm not too thrilled about that because that means I have to drive home and back all in one day to spend Christmas with my family.
Rueben's mom came and visited us yesterday. We went out to breakfast at Lil Chef and then went to the Antique's Mall next door. I had to leave for work, but Rueben and his mom continued on and I'm pretty sure he got me my Christmas present(s). As for me, I'm done with my Christmas shopping, and everything is wrapped with many twirly ribbons.
So, I feel like I'm in a limbo; I just sit around until I have to go to work and then I go to work, come home, sleep, repeat. I am sick, though, so that throws a little mucus into the mix. gross.
School starts up in a few weeks, and we'll see what happens.
The semester will be done as soon as I write an eight page paper for my Latin American Literature class and submit it online. I haven't even started yet, and it's due by midnight.
I ended up working a ten hour shift last night. It was absolutely horrible. I was suppose to work from one to nine-thirty, but the lady who was suppose to work from five to eleven called in. So, not only did I work from one to eleven, I was alone at the service desk from seven on...which, during the holiday season, is not a pleasant experience.
I got home and my legs were killing me! But, I took a soak, and all was well.
I also got my secret santa gift from, my Kappa Kappa Psi Brother, at work last night. We had a holiday party (that I missed because of work), but Sara brought my gift to Meijer for me. She gave me fuzzy socks, chocolate, homemade fudge and lotion. The chocolate and socks helped me to get through the rest of my night!
Anyway, off I go to start organizing and writing. Wish me luck!
We're packing and I still feel like it's morning. Rueben went to go get my car from Don and Steve's apartment, and I'm taking a break from going through things.
After I got out of work last night I met Rueben at Don and Steve's and had a few. We ended up staying up the whole night talking and then went to Lil' Chef at 6:30. Then, Rueben and I came home and went to bed. Lil' Chef is six doors down from our apartment, so Steve drove to breakfast and we walked home. Rueben's gone to get my car, which has banana boxes in it from work so we can start packing. We also need to go do laundry.
I've realized that final exams week (starting tomorrow!) is actually going to be a relatively easy week, at least compared to what I'm use to. I have one big exam per day, and an eight page paper due on Thursday, but I think I'll be just fine. I could skip the exam in most of my classes and still pass with a C or higher, so I'm in good shape.
We're moving on Friday and I've started sorting through our food and planning what we need to eat until then. I still need to go start packing my room, and, of course, clean.
But I don't really understand why I should clean, they're just going to knock our building down anyway. But...I want my money back, so I'll do it.
I'm going to miss our little apartment...but our new one has a huge kitchen, a dishwasher, and Jessie.
"We'll get through somehow, this is only temporary/ Not now, but soon/ We'll be living in the future."
Today is my 20th birthday. I feel quite old, but know that I'm still one of the youngest people I know. How does that happen?
I guess I'm finally caught up to myself. People have been guessing that my age was 20 since I was 16.
I'm not about to do a year in review, I don't have enough time or motivation for that, but I will take a moment to make a few general statements for posterity sake (or so I say).
I'm a sophomore in college now, and that has made me a stronger, better person. Being a Brother in Kappa Kappa Psi has made me part of something larger than myself, and that's always something I had felt I was missing.
In the past year, I have become more liberal than ever, even toying with the idea of Socialism in the form of Democracy.
Unfortunately, I only watched Mrs. Doubtfire about 12 times (that's only once a month!)
I have met some amazing people that recognize me for who I am, and can understand that I am different people sometimes.
I have grown more responsible, less fearful, but more worried.
But, above all, I am here, and I made it, and that's something that I didn't think would ever happen four years ago, today.
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I should quit watching I am legend trailers
I had a dream the other day. Zombies where attacking the world and I was the last person alive. I fended them off with a club I made from a tire iron. My hideout was Rivertown mall, especially Dicks sporting goods. I slept in the rafters in a canoe and climbed up there with a rope ladder. So if any of you become zombies.... stay away from Dicks sporting goods or else.
I've been working so much lately. Yesterday was horrible at work. "Black Friday" makes me want to kill someone, or a lot of people.
But, I did get some humor out of it all. I was doing a Western Union Transfer for a lady, and one of the other people at the desk asked for my help and the lady was like, "No, you need to do this for me now, I'm in a hurry."
So I said, "Okay" and went as slow as I possibly could. I am normally very fast at typing and processing the transfer, but I made sure to look over everything a few times before I sent it. Then, when I gave her the receipt, she ripped it out of my hands and tromped away.
I hate my job.
And people at the desk are dropping like flies. One guy went to the pharmacy two weeks ago, and another girl found a new job. She said she'd come in for her last few shifts (Thursday through this Sunday), but she hasn't shown up yet. This is not the season where you don't show up to work.
Ah, well, the semester is almost over, only two more weeks and then exam week.
Rueben and I are moving into another apartment on the fifteen of December because the people we're with right now are giant assholes. But, Jessie is coming to Central and we'll all live together in our four bedroom town house happily ever after. Yes.
I have to write and give an after dinner speech on Wednesday. I have nothing. I guess I'll just wait for the last minute, like always.