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urbandruidI love winter. Especally when we've just had our coldest night to date, the cold refuses to fade in the morning, and all the cool objects in my winter wardrobe have been outgrown. Or most of them have. Eventually I'll get to the point where I remember you can look good and not freeze, but right now it's just, "cold...grab...nearest...warm...item..."
I'd really like to go back to bed now.
Monday was Monday, as usual, but a little worse. My dumbass computers teacher didn't show up. I don't mean class was cancelled with a nice note on the door, or anything, he just didn't show. At all. Some other teacher let us into the classroom and infromed us that there is no "time limit" we're allowed to wait before leaving; we can't leave, we just have to stay.
Um...no. Actually, let me rephrase that: "Hell, no. Are you out of your mind? This is college, and, uh...well, make me."
Yeah. I hung around for half an hour, called Mom, and hopped the bus down to her office. The bus has not gotten any better since I stopped riding it, but at least nobody bothered me. Then I hiked to Mom's office, and she ran me home.
I'm so angry at the teacher I can't even tell you. If he's not here again today, I'm going to track him down and beat him with my bigass computer lab book. Really. And it lacks all respect for us students...who were there, and everything.
NaNoWri is giving me heaps of trouble, but I think I'm working it out. I've started over one story, keeping the same old word count of crap, but I think I'm going to have to do it again. And I'm sort of going to cheat- I'm going to use an old idea that works a lot better than the old one. I've started it already, kind of, but it has about five different first chapters on my hard drive. So I thought, why not six? I'm going to work my ass off writing, though, or try, so that I can just cut out all of that first elevan pages of crap, and still end up with the right word count.
I tried talking to my mother about this, but she didn't really get why I wasn't willing to quit. It's just a game they're playing, she says.
Yeah, but it's a game I want to play. If I can ever get it together, survive my classes, survive the weather...
I guess my biggest problem is that it feels like the holidays are creeping up on me, and the holiday season is more like Open Season for my crazy relatives. Great-Grandpa is getting crazier (he has Alzheimer's but my grandmother, his daughter, won't admit it), and most of us have figured it out except Grandma...who is, by the way, already talking about what we could do "instead of" gifts at Christmas this year.
Last year she "cancelled Christmas" in similar fashion, and I've always been kind of pissed at her for it. Not for the lack of presents, but because she knows what can happen when we have nothing to do, and she let it happen anyway. The fights and the little bits of snipping, and Grandma in the kitchen throwing things and swearing...
And people wonder why I'm a Pagan.
Okay, gotta go. Classes to go to, computers teacher to kill. You know how it goes. :)
I'd really like to go back to bed now.
Monday was Monday, as usual, but a little worse. My dumbass computers teacher didn't show up. I don't mean class was cancelled with a nice note on the door, or anything, he just didn't show. At all. Some other teacher let us into the classroom and infromed us that there is no "time limit" we're allowed to wait before leaving; we can't leave, we just have to stay.
Um...no. Actually, let me rephrase that: "Hell, no. Are you out of your mind? This is college, and, uh...well, make me."
Yeah. I hung around for half an hour, called Mom, and hopped the bus down to her office. The bus has not gotten any better since I stopped riding it, but at least nobody bothered me. Then I hiked to Mom's office, and she ran me home.
I'm so angry at the teacher I can't even tell you. If he's not here again today, I'm going to track him down and beat him with my bigass computer lab book. Really. And it lacks all respect for us students...who were there, and everything.
NaNoWri is giving me heaps of trouble, but I think I'm working it out. I've started over one story, keeping the same old word count of crap, but I think I'm going to have to do it again. And I'm sort of going to cheat- I'm going to use an old idea that works a lot better than the old one. I've started it already, kind of, but it has about five different first chapters on my hard drive. So I thought, why not six? I'm going to work my ass off writing, though, or try, so that I can just cut out all of that first elevan pages of crap, and still end up with the right word count.
I tried talking to my mother about this, but she didn't really get why I wasn't willing to quit. It's just a game they're playing, she says.
Yeah, but it's a game I want to play. If I can ever get it together, survive my classes, survive the weather...
I guess my biggest problem is that it feels like the holidays are creeping up on me, and the holiday season is more like Open Season for my crazy relatives. Great-Grandpa is getting crazier (he has Alzheimer's but my grandmother, his daughter, won't admit it), and most of us have figured it out except Grandma...who is, by the way, already talking about what we could do "instead of" gifts at Christmas this year.
Last year she "cancelled Christmas" in similar fashion, and I've always been kind of pissed at her for it. Not for the lack of presents, but because she knows what can happen when we have nothing to do, and she let it happen anyway. The fights and the little bits of snipping, and Grandma in the kitchen throwing things and swearing...
And people wonder why I'm a Pagan.
Okay, gotta go. Classes to go to, computers teacher to kill. You know how it goes. :)
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HEY!
Date: 2003-11-06 09:45 pm (UTC)*pulls out the box of sharp pointy things* Help yourself to the contents of the box, sweetie. :) You know I don't mind sharing. And it's for a good cause so that makes it even better. :)
I think that I can safely say that I don't wonder why you're Pagan. Yes..it does seem like the holidays are sneaking up this year and family is never fun. I hope things go better this holiday season than they did last year. Good luck, hon. :)