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Sep. 11th, 2006 06:44 amI'll do a more serious September 11th post later, when I get home, unless I'm buried under homework- again.
But it feels weird to go to class today, like it's any other day. Go to class, take notes, get assigned homework, take the bus home. On September 11th.
I've had another of those insanely crazy weeks, buried under mountains of math homework and miscellanious other stuff. I finally got one of my AL prompts up for August. I have one more written in my notebook that I just need to type up- if I can find the time. I'm sorry, guys, I know I suck. I was going to do more Thursday, but, well...
Thursday afternoon I went in for what I thought was the last of my root canal. Only I forgot the huge mammoth freaking teeth roots I inheirited from Mom's side of the family. No, it took him two sessions just to get rid of the freaking root! I have to go back in early October to get my metal post thingy. Now, I like my dentist, but I think it's kind of chickenshit to be all, "See ya, Christine" and let the assistant and the front desk person tell me I had to come back.
I was like ".....Why?"
"Oh, he's going to do this, and this, and-"
And I'm going, oO, not done? FUCK! "Um, yeah, that day and time would be... uh... fine..."
Needless to say I was not happy.
What I really want to know, though, is when this semester is going to calm down for me. 'Cause, damn.
But it feels weird to go to class today, like it's any other day. Go to class, take notes, get assigned homework, take the bus home. On September 11th.
I've had another of those insanely crazy weeks, buried under mountains of math homework and miscellanious other stuff. I finally got one of my AL prompts up for August. I have one more written in my notebook that I just need to type up- if I can find the time. I'm sorry, guys, I know I suck. I was going to do more Thursday, but, well...
Thursday afternoon I went in for what I thought was the last of my root canal. Only I forgot the huge mammoth freaking teeth roots I inheirited from Mom's side of the family. No, it took him two sessions just to get rid of the freaking root! I have to go back in early October to get my metal post thingy. Now, I like my dentist, but I think it's kind of chickenshit to be all, "See ya, Christine" and let the assistant and the front desk person tell me I had to come back.
I was like ".....Why?"
"Oh, he's going to do this, and this, and-"
And I'm going, oO, not done? FUCK! "Um, yeah, that day and time would be... uh... fine..."
Needless to say I was not happy.
What I really want to know, though, is when this semester is going to calm down for me. 'Cause, damn.
