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Crush enemies, abandon hope, and unleash endless waves of unrepentant sarcasm. |
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There's nothing to see here that's really out of the ordinary. Nothing really terribly interesting either, unless you like griping, gossip, grudges, and possible mental illness. If anything it's some small way to keep myself writing (though you'll see by the dates on the entries that it's by no means an effective way), as well as a means through which I can vent about any number of things that are pissing me off. Occasionally there's pie. Look: I'm not a normal person. I'm suffering from untreated depression and plagued by increasingly frequent migraines that pretty much render me bedridden for days. I've suffered a lifetime of abuse and neglect, and still have to struggle with unfathomable depths of low self-worth, not to mention the eating disorders. I'm a weirdo, a freak, an aberration of nature and human experience . . . but it doesn't make me interesting. So, you can read this if you want. I've got some social commentary that might be a little fun, and occasionally throw in a poem or two, but for the most part it's the ramblings of a stricken mind. Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain; she's just trying to change her dress. |
| This entry may be a bit premature, since I've met all my new professors exactly ONCE by now (aside from Dr. B, but she needs no assessment), but what the hey. I may as well write out my first impressions right now so I can see exactly how hard they are dashed upon the jagged rocks of work overload by mid-semester. So, here goes! German 110: The Death Course Taught by Marianna Pankova (professor) So far, she seems like a capable teacher. She has been nice so far, and her instructions are clear enough. The problem is, I still suck at languages, no matter how cool or nice or even sexy the instructor is. Monday's homework took very little time, but that was the easy stuff. I don't think I will have nearly as fun a time when we start using more complex sentences. I can tell that this will be my hell class. Anthropology 135: The More Scientific of the Bunch Taught by Ann Palkovich I looked this woman up on Ratemyprofessors.com and saw a hodgepodge of opinions. Some say she's easy, others say she's hard. My assessment suggests that she's easy provided you show up to class and do the homework. Not a problem. I can tell that she enjoys what she does for a living (this is a woman who asked for a cast of the "Hobbit's" skull for Christmas), and that's always the best kind of instructor. Yay for Anthro! University Chorale: My Private Joy Directed by Lisa Billingham Yay, I'm back in chorus again! And Scott is back, too! He's still sick, but the docs put him on pills to halt the nausea. So it's two of my favorite people back in my life, and that makes it awesome. Dr. B needs no assessment; she is the greatest instructor of all time just by existing. English 398: A Fictional Course Taught by Art Taylor The moment this guy walked in the tiny, tiny room (seriously, the room they stuck us in is ridiculously small; I don't think I've ever been in a room that diminutive) I knew he was going to epitomize the archetype of the "cool professor". His dress and manner upon entering the room was so incredibly laid-back and casual. He seems very friendly, and I don't see him talking down to anyone during the course of the semester. I'm not afraid to turn in my work for him to assess. Looks like the term will be fun, if only from 1:30 to 2:45. English 302: Advanced Compost, er, I mean Composition Taught by Mark Rudnicki This fellow seems decent enough. He is fairly nice, and tries to be creative. He seems to enjoy it when we try to be creative ourselves. However, he is teaching what I will probably come to refer to as "My Thursday German class as taught in English." The damnable act of writing "properly" and "professionally" is made slightly less annoying by the fact that he is allowing us (or so he says) to decide on what we wish to write about. The main assignments we've discussed DO seem halfway open to innovation and creativity, but that doesn't change that the class will be annoying as hell to those of us with a primarily informal writing preference (it's not that I can't be stiff-necked and formal, I just want so very much to make my work entertaining AND informative). Still, this guy looks to be a far better option than most of the other professors teaching this course, so I cannot complain overmuch. And that is how I expect the year to progress. Mind you, I've been wrong before, and I will likely continue to be wrong far into the future. However, this journal entry will let me know just how very wrong I was. ^_^ I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| So, we're back on campus now! I could regale you with amazing tales of my ten-minute move-in, thanks to the actions of some sorority/fraternity people (plus my decision to change my opinion of the basic members of soros and frats, and reserve my scorn for only those who actually are stupid nitwits), or about my feeling that the heavyset, Magic-playing, not very attractive gamer named Drew has a thing for me, but I'm just not in the mood to go into lengthy explanations. Besides, Darkin's latest newsletter has given me a great idea. It is my desire to write a story based on each fantasy subgenre portrayed in this week's Fantasy Newsletter. The genres are as follows: Heroic Fantasy Epic Fantasy High Fantasy Magic Realism Dark Fantasy Sword and Sorcery Modern Fatasy Comedic Fantasy I think I will add to my quest later on, and write a long or short story in each genre, depending on the length of the first tale written. But for now, my goal is to complete at least one story in each style above. Previously written tales do not qualify (so The Magician's Bride doesn't count, Me) But in the meantime, it's great to be back! I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| Hey, remember that time I hurt my wrist lifting my mini-fridge into the van, and had trouble writing my name on a card? How it kept hurting for days even though I had it wrapped and didn't use it after Tuesday when all my stuff was removed from my one-room home and dropped off in this summer dump? How I went to the doctor and he said it was tendonitis, and would clear up before too long provided I didn't use my wrist too much for a while? Well, guess what? It would seem that my injury, sustained two and a half months ago, has not completely healed. I had felt some strain during the pre-sleep hours when the wrist was in a certain position, but I though little of it. However, the simple task of performing pushups has become almost impossible (and not just because I've not done pushups for a very long time). The pain is back full-strength now, and I'm feeling that good ol' weakness in this most vital of appendages. I shall have to return to the doctor before long if this continues; all I can do now is pray that it will go away before the commencement of the school year, when it will be used quite vigorously for the taking of notes. I am concerned, for I have not forgotten what a strain it was to complete my geology final exam, and that consisted only of filling in the bubbles! Sigh . . . what have I done to myself now? I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| I am really pissed off at Chat right now. The problem is, I don't know if it's the fault of Chat, Internet Explorer, or just the shitty service provided by Verizon Dial-Up. I can't stay on the damn Chat! I keep getting kicked every few minutes. And I know it's not because I'm flooding, because most of the time I'm not even sending a message! I'm so annoyed! I could be laughing with Nic and Dan and the group, but nooooooooo! i have to keep signing back onto Chat! I scream! I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| Nevermind, false alarm. Amanda got back to my Wall post today. Nothing to worry about. I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| So, Amanda is back at home recovering from her surgeries. She still has a lot of PT to go through, but she still has time to go on Facebook and write on Andrew's Wall, and upload all the new features that Facebook has to offer. Why, then, does she have no time to reply to my emails and my Wall post? I left her a really long email after she wrote the note telling of her return from the hospital with the new heart, full of love and encouragement, and inquiries as to what things I could give her to make her recovery more enjoyable. And yet, nothing. Not even to tell me her favorite restaurant, a question I didn't think would be innappropriate. She did respond to my note about what color I should dye my hair, but I emailed her to thank her, and no reply. Then, I sent her a Wall post asking about her general well-being, and still nothing! Yet she had time to remove a feature and join a Group. What have I done? Did I offend her some way? Why can't I get any word from her anymore, a reply, something to make me feel like I still have a friend in Herndon, somebody who will be happy to see me when we meet again in the Fall. I just need to know that I can still cound on Amanda greeting me with a smile instead of cold silence. God, I know in my heart I've done nothing wrong, and that she is probably just busy and tired from all the work she has to do. Still, I can't shake the feeling that I've offended her. I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
| Guess what, everybody?! I've stopped contemplating suicide! YAY! Yay! . . . Yay? Oh, looks like nobody cares. That's okay, people normally turn a blind eye the the overly-emotional. It's just psychology. Anyhoo, I have the awesome news to relate: Amanda Frost has been gifted with a new heart, and is back at home once again. She still has an assload of healing and recovering left do (like regaining the ability to go up and down stairs), but she has done nothing but blow the doctors away so far, so all looks good. Right now her main goal is to come back to school in the "fall" (it's not really fall when we start, they just call it that to make it more "convenient"), and based on how well she has done after all her surguries, I think she can make it. After all, the biggest burden at this time is for her to regain her muscle mass (and avoid infection, but I don't think there's a problem with that any more). Thanks to genetics, that won't be a problem now that she has more mobility and is back to her old eating habits. That hospital food can NOT be good for anyone who needs to regain some weight. But yes, Amanda is back and is getting better! I tried to catch a falling star, but all I got was this damn pixie. |
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