stalker's paranoia
Nov. 7th, 2005 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassToday was a most excellent day, despite the fact that hours of tossing and turning from 10:00 PM warded off sleep until 3 AM.
I decided last night that I wanted more time to think about writing this optional paper. Part of me knows I will, it's the goofy little over-achiever curious kid in me.. but the other half just wants to cave under the giant letters spelling "OPTIONAL." It's the only way to get an A in the class, an A I deserve. I know that sounds egocentric but it's true. While I'm probably not doing all I can in that class, I'd say it's more than 90% of the other folks and that, my friends, warrants an A. So, to give myself more time to mull it over - I did the hard part, I wrote my outline that I had to turn into today. Now I just have to sit down with "The Beaz" and convince him to allow me to write this thing. Blah.
A good portion of my time was spent in the scene shop which I will be sad to leave after this term. I don't know what freakish part of me loves manual, hard labor but it's seriously like an addiction. Today as I painted furiously and installed carpet onto the set, I felt this wave of euphoria. I suppose it could have been fumes, but I felt totally empowered. I guess it could be seen as weird, but I think it makes sense to have a desire to be utterly well-rounded in all useful ways. If I can be an occasionally-domestic, academic, handywoman, artist, economic, socially-aware adult, I think my life will be a success. I'm feeling my spheres merge in this cosmic way - in a single minute I went from frying sausage for our breakfast/dinner to plunging a toilet to chit-chatting with people and more. I just love being the go-to child, I get so much joy from helping people do stuff.
Today I got my second mythology test back. Part of me is disappointed in the class because I don't feel like I'm getting any new information or tapping into some new way of thinking/learning. The formula is read, regurgitate, success. Disgustingly simple, I know. I only lost a quarter point on the first test, this time I lost a whole one point. Oh damn, I'm slipping?
The whole family dinner thing was tremendous fun. People who haven't been coming to stuff (namely Kristy and Anthony) even came and that made me so happy. Sure we were cooking furiously for like an hour and a half - but there were breakfast delights of all kind. People were chatting and bonding in that corny way I dreamed they would. The whole thing might need to be tweaked and perfected some because Lindsey and I (but mostly Lindsey) were working furiously while everyone else chilled out. I had an extremely good time, but this could get fatiguing if we do it the same way all the time. Anyway, I declare it a success. I love seeing my visions carried out.
Notes of pointless information: I decided how I'm getting my hair cut. It only took me the better half of a year (the last time I got it cut was Christmas break last year.. disturbing, I know). I think I'm going to keep it long-ish and just have the ends fixed. Hopefully I'll get around to it this weekend. My scooter license plate came as did my motor cycle card (now I can get an endorsement if I want to!). Ahhh, I'm extra "giddy" these days. lol, interpret however you want..
Broken Social Scene this Friday! Excitement! Anthony and I are honorary Canadians (declared so by our CCCCoCs: Canadian carpool/camping companions of Coachella- Ranier and Ram; that abbreviation sounds bad, however it doesn't even rank top 3 with unintentional dirty things I've said today.) so we can pretend we are repping.
I need a new playlist. I've exhausted the one I made Saturday - new Stellastarr* and illegally pirated new Strokes songs are too delicious not to listen to over and over.
I decided last night that I wanted more time to think about writing this optional paper. Part of me knows I will, it's the goofy little over-achiever curious kid in me.. but the other half just wants to cave under the giant letters spelling "OPTIONAL." It's the only way to get an A in the class, an A I deserve. I know that sounds egocentric but it's true. While I'm probably not doing all I can in that class, I'd say it's more than 90% of the other folks and that, my friends, warrants an A. So, to give myself more time to mull it over - I did the hard part, I wrote my outline that I had to turn into today. Now I just have to sit down with "The Beaz" and convince him to allow me to write this thing. Blah.
A good portion of my time was spent in the scene shop which I will be sad to leave after this term. I don't know what freakish part of me loves manual, hard labor but it's seriously like an addiction. Today as I painted furiously and installed carpet onto the set, I felt this wave of euphoria. I suppose it could have been fumes, but I felt totally empowered. I guess it could be seen as weird, but I think it makes sense to have a desire to be utterly well-rounded in all useful ways. If I can be an occasionally-domestic, academic, handywoman, artist, economic, socially-aware adult, I think my life will be a success. I'm feeling my spheres merge in this cosmic way - in a single minute I went from frying sausage for our breakfast/dinner to plunging a toilet to chit-chatting with people and more. I just love being the go-to child, I get so much joy from helping people do stuff.
Today I got my second mythology test back. Part of me is disappointed in the class because I don't feel like I'm getting any new information or tapping into some new way of thinking/learning. The formula is read, regurgitate, success. Disgustingly simple, I know. I only lost a quarter point on the first test, this time I lost a whole one point. Oh damn, I'm slipping?
The whole family dinner thing was tremendous fun. People who haven't been coming to stuff (namely Kristy and Anthony) even came and that made me so happy. Sure we were cooking furiously for like an hour and a half - but there were breakfast delights of all kind. People were chatting and bonding in that corny way I dreamed they would. The whole thing might need to be tweaked and perfected some because Lindsey and I (but mostly Lindsey) were working furiously while everyone else chilled out. I had an extremely good time, but this could get fatiguing if we do it the same way all the time. Anyway, I declare it a success. I love seeing my visions carried out.
Notes of pointless information: I decided how I'm getting my hair cut. It only took me the better half of a year (the last time I got it cut was Christmas break last year.. disturbing, I know). I think I'm going to keep it long-ish and just have the ends fixed. Hopefully I'll get around to it this weekend. My scooter license plate came as did my motor cycle card (now I can get an endorsement if I want to!). Ahhh, I'm extra "giddy" these days. lol, interpret however you want..
Broken Social Scene this Friday! Excitement! Anthony and I are honorary Canadians (declared so by our CCCCoCs: Canadian carpool/camping companions of Coachella- Ranier and Ram; that abbreviation sounds bad, however it doesn't even rank top 3 with unintentional dirty things I've said today.) so we can pretend we are repping.
I need a new playlist. I've exhausted the one I made Saturday - new Stellastarr* and illegally pirated new Strokes songs are too delicious not to listen to over and over.
