Just got back from the holiday party held by the apartment complex. The announcement that was sent out specified "appropriate dress," but apparently folks' interpretation of that varies widely. For the most part, though, I guess it involves jeans & t-shirts. Naturally, I was overdressed (pathetic, considering I was wearing the same thing I wore out to a movie in NYC). The food was OK, but it just depressed me to see all the serving people done up in their tux shirts and bow ties, serving schlubs in shorts and flip-flops. Mom has never gone before, and she has decided she won't go again. I might go next year, but I can assure you I won't bother dressing up.
As I type this, Mom's watching a special about gangsters and their guns, which just happens to feature photos and movie footage taken at the scene of Bonnie & Clyde's death. The re-enactment they put together featured an ivory car, but, having seen it (and my memory is backed up by the death scene documentation in the show), I can assure you it was a dung brown shade. Ah, the historical innacuracies of television...how might I stomach them? ;)
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Isn't this just the neglected little blog?
Poor thing. I figured I'd better pay it some attention. And what better time than when I'm laid low with some mystery illness when I should by all rights be, well, very close to, footloose & fancy free?!
You see, tomorrow is my last test (not truly a final, although it might as well be for how hard I've had to study for it) in my Logic class (formal proofs sucked when I was in 9th grade Geometry class...and they still suck, although I'm at least a little better at them now), so in theory I should be setting up for a couple of weeks in which my only responsibilities are my money-earning endeavours. But noooo, I have to go and catch some sort of icky sore-throat-with-horrendous-body-aches thing. I think it's one of my classmates that gave it to me, to boot. A couple of them have been coming in sick on and off all semester, and all along I've dreaded catching something. I'm not sure what fate is trying to tell my by finally allowing me to come down with an illness right at the time when I should be able to devote some serious amounts of time to creativity, but I'd probably be peeved if I did know, so I'll just bitch about it for a paragraph or two, and leave it at that. :)
Jeff & I are still getting along splendidly...now if I could just get us back to where we were when we were dating, and actually went out and did something once in a while...you know, kayaking, biking, hiking...almost anything would do. We did go for a long walk down by the redneck riviera local to the apartment a week or so ago, so perhaps we'll get there eventually. If I can get him to do what I originally (like, three years ago) hooked up with him for, though, I'll be happiest...that is to say, SAILING. :)
As for other things? Well, the fellow in New York has managed to out-ignore me, and, after much waffling, I've signed up for two classes in the coming semester. I dragged my feet too long to get the acting course I wanted, so I opted for a script analysis course instead. Judging by the text, it looks like it'll be interesting, not to mention intimate (there were only six others due to take it at the time I signed up for it). Also, although I still need to go into advisement and officially change my major, and do a double-check, I'm pretty sure my Western Civ II class will allow me to finally complete an AA degree (even if it's "only in Psych"). I'm not interested in walking, just getting that little piece of paper that says "yay, you finally completed something, you loser!" Heh. Just kidding. Kinda. It does seem sort of strange to have taken so many courses and still not have anything to show for it but a huge load of useless trivia in my head.
You see, tomorrow is my last test (not truly a final, although it might as well be for how hard I've had to study for it) in my Logic class (formal proofs sucked when I was in 9th grade Geometry class...and they still suck, although I'm at least a little better at them now), so in theory I should be setting up for a couple of weeks in which my only responsibilities are my money-earning endeavours. But noooo, I have to go and catch some sort of icky sore-throat-with-horrendous-body-aches thing. I think it's one of my classmates that gave it to me, to boot. A couple of them have been coming in sick on and off all semester, and all along I've dreaded catching something. I'm not sure what fate is trying to tell my by finally allowing me to come down with an illness right at the time when I should be able to devote some serious amounts of time to creativity, but I'd probably be peeved if I did know, so I'll just bitch about it for a paragraph or two, and leave it at that. :)
Jeff & I are still getting along splendidly...now if I could just get us back to where we were when we were dating, and actually went out and did something once in a while...you know, kayaking, biking, hiking...almost anything would do. We did go for a long walk down by the redneck riviera local to the apartment a week or so ago, so perhaps we'll get there eventually. If I can get him to do what I originally (like, three years ago) hooked up with him for, though, I'll be happiest...that is to say, SAILING. :)
As for other things? Well, the fellow in New York has managed to out-ignore me, and, after much waffling, I've signed up for two classes in the coming semester. I dragged my feet too long to get the acting course I wanted, so I opted for a script analysis course instead. Judging by the text, it looks like it'll be interesting, not to mention intimate (there were only six others due to take it at the time I signed up for it). Also, although I still need to go into advisement and officially change my major, and do a double-check, I'm pretty sure my Western Civ II class will allow me to finally complete an AA degree (even if it's "only in Psych"). I'm not interested in walking, just getting that little piece of paper that says "yay, you finally completed something, you loser!" Heh. Just kidding. Kinda. It does seem sort of strange to have taken so many courses and still not have anything to show for it but a huge load of useless trivia in my head.
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