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i was writing out my schedule today when i realised that today was the last day of freedom i'll have for a week or so. i'm gonna be fairly busy until the second. if you feel so inclined, you may click the wonderful cut that i made.
25th - have to go to work with ma again. fun fun.
26th - relatives! coming for dinner or something. forgot exactly what.
27th - i get the pleasure of working the wachovia parking lot for the fair to raise money for the band. had to do this last year, too. the best part is when you get to wear those stupid neon construction worker vests and wave red flags around like an idiot to try to get people to park there. i guess it won't be so bad 'cause Lourdez is working it at the same time. then she's gonna come over to spend the night and she'll go home sometime sunday.
28th - going back-to-school shopping
29th - school starts. and if that wasn't fun enough already, mb practice starts up again. i've forgotten a lot of the music 'cause i haven't practiced it, like, two weeks. zach won't be happy . . .
30th - more parking lot fun
31st - mb practice
1st - and you gotta love those parking lots
and sometime between now and the 29th i need to finish reading "cry, the beloved country" and read all of "things fall apart".
ok, now i made an honest effort to read ctbc today, but i finally just had to put it down 'cause i couldn't stand it. first of all, i'd like to ask the author why they felt they were above using quotation marks. how can someone write a book without quotation marks? half the time you have to guess what it is the characters are saying and what's third person; it's severely annoying. and then, the author seems to like to repeat the same paragraph over and over again. the thing is so repetitive. here. i'll use another one of my lovely cuts to give you an excerpt from my horribly monotonous book.
- And how are you, my child?
- I am well, umfundisi. [pastor]
He sat down on the only chair in the room, sat down carefully on it, and wiped his brow.
- Have you heard from you husband? he asked. Only the word does not quite mean husband.
The smile went from her face. I have not heard, she said.
- What I have to say is heavy, he said. He is in prison.
- In prison, she said.
- He is in prison, for the most terrible deed that a man can do. . . He has killed a white man.
[snip]
- I do not wish to speak of it, my child. Can you read? The white man's newspaper?
- A little.
- Then I shall leave it here with you. But do not show it to the others.
- I shall not show it to the others, umfundisi.
- I do not wish to speak of it anymore. I have come to speak with you of another matter. Do you wish to marry my son?
- It is as the umfundisi sees it.
- I am asking you, my child.
- I can be willing.
- And why would you be wiling?
[at this point Aíera had to stop writing for fear of her brain exploding]
you know, i wonder if it ever occurred to the school system to pick *interesting* books to assign as summer reading. probably not. but do you now understand my pain? this thing is like 312 pages of torture all bound up in one, um, book.
but enough about my icky book, i have good news. i just saved a bunch of money by switching to geico! well, no, but i couldn't resist. i've been poking around potterpuff_fans and i've picked up themed binder covers for all my subjects. two of these were requests specially made for me by bbrokendreams. so thankyouverymuch, and i'll be sure to credit once everyone notices how beauteous they are.
all for tonight, er, to-morning? no, this morning? um, well you know what i mean.
25th - have to go to work with ma again. fun fun.
26th - relatives! coming for dinner or something. forgot exactly what.
27th - i get the pleasure of working the wachovia parking lot for the fair to raise money for the band. had to do this last year, too. the best part is when you get to wear those stupid neon construction worker vests and wave red flags around like an idiot to try to get people to park there. i guess it won't be so bad 'cause Lourdez is working it at the same time. then she's gonna come over to spend the night and she'll go home sometime sunday.
28th - going back-to-school shopping
29th - school starts. and if that wasn't fun enough already, mb practice starts up again. i've forgotten a lot of the music 'cause i haven't practiced it, like, two weeks. zach won't be happy . . .
30th - more parking lot fun
31st - mb practice
1st - and you gotta love those parking lots
and sometime between now and the 29th i need to finish reading "cry, the beloved country" and read all of "things fall apart".
ok, now i made an honest effort to read ctbc today, but i finally just had to put it down 'cause i couldn't stand it. first of all, i'd like to ask the author why they felt they were above using quotation marks. how can someone write a book without quotation marks? half the time you have to guess what it is the characters are saying and what's third person; it's severely annoying. and then, the author seems to like to repeat the same paragraph over and over again. the thing is so repetitive. here. i'll use another one of my lovely cuts to give you an excerpt from my horribly monotonous book.
- And how are you, my child?
- I am well, umfundisi. [pastor]
He sat down on the only chair in the room, sat down carefully on it, and wiped his brow.
- Have you heard from you husband? he asked. Only the word does not quite mean husband.
The smile went from her face. I have not heard, she said.
- What I have to say is heavy, he said. He is in prison.
- In prison, she said.
- He is in prison, for the most terrible deed that a man can do. . . He has killed a white man.
[snip]
- I do not wish to speak of it, my child. Can you read? The white man's newspaper?
- A little.
- Then I shall leave it here with you. But do not show it to the others.
- I shall not show it to the others, umfundisi.
- I do not wish to speak of it anymore. I have come to speak with you of another matter. Do you wish to marry my son?
- It is as the umfundisi sees it.
- I am asking you, my child.
- I can be willing.
- And why would you be wiling?
[at this point Aíera had to stop writing for fear of her brain exploding]
you know, i wonder if it ever occurred to the school system to pick *interesting* books to assign as summer reading. probably not. but do you now understand my pain? this thing is like 312 pages of torture all bound up in one, um, book.
but enough about my icky book, i have good news. i just saved a bunch of money by switching to geico! well, no, but i couldn't resist. i've been poking around potterpuff_fans and i've picked up themed binder covers for all my subjects. two of these were requests specially made for me by bbrokendreams. so thankyouverymuch, and i'll be sure to credit once everyone notices how beauteous they are.
all for tonight, er, to-morning? no, this morning? um, well you know what i mean.