Homework, funfun?
I'm awesome at procrastinating. I procrastinate on ever posting anything remotely worthwhile here (but then, worthwhile is probably kind of subjective anyway. Especially on livejournal, right?) and I procrastinate on some of my homework. Its not like I don't have the time for it, really. I mean, my class schedule is this:
Monday: 9-9:45 AM Computer Info and Access. 1-1:45 PM, Basic Algebra. Preferably lunch in between the two classes, but otherwise no set in stone things that I must do.
Tuesday: 9:30-10:45 AM Introduction to Literature. 11-12:15 English Composition I. 1-1:45 PM Basic Algebra. Free the rest of the day.
Wednesday: 9-9:45 Computer Info/Access. 10-10:45 Freshman Orientation. 1-1:45 Basic Algebra. Free the rest of the day.
Thursday is exactly like Tuesday.
Friday is completely free.
Because of Labor Day, I had no classes on Monday. I did nearly nothing all weekend. Homework? Read a couple of essays for intro to lit, write a 300+ journal essay about "What Makes Me Cry" for English Composition. Had about 120 pretty easy problems to do via an internet thing for math. Got the math done before dad came to pick me up at 8 to be home for the weekend.. And I made time to audition for a play that afternoon, too. Read the essays Friday, though I hope to read or at least skim through them again before class tomorrow. Finally got the essay-thing written tonight. About half an hour ago. Probably semi-awkward sounding, but I'm not too worried about it. Which might or might not be a good thing, but oh well.
But yeah. I procrastinate too much.
And I'm gonna share my essay thing here, because it also updates on life. Well, my emotions too. Hah. But it tells what happened to me at skating Saturday.
What Makes Me Cry
I cry, amongst other reasons, when something or someone pisses me off enough.
As an example, I spent a couple of hours Saturday evening at a local roller skating rink. During the course of the evening they had a race, for girls 13 and up, in which I participated. The competition in this race was such that I had to be careful about how fast I tried to go, so as to keep on my feet and not spinning out. On what I believe was the third and last lap of the race, two girls of an age somewhere between 8 and 11 were skating towards me and did not seem to be paying attention to the events unfolding around them.
Now, before any races begin, the man who runs the rink and announces the games told everyone else to get off the floor. Anyway, when I saw two girls, I attempted to stop or get out of their way, but it wasn't completely possible due to my own speed. One of the girls managed to get out of the way, but the other one I ran in to, though she was only a bit shaken up. I however, managed to skin my knee and lose the race. This is the second time someone wasn't paying attention and got in the way during a race. The fact that I knew she could have gotten seriously hurt, paired with my own adrenaline rush and my skinned knee, meant that I got pissed off at the girl for not paying attention and for being on the skate floor when she should not have been. Me getting pissed off at her, meant that I ended up both yelling at her and crying at the same time.
It took me some time to calm down enough to fully stop crying, especially since I would start to tear up again every time someone would ask me if I was okay.
I did, however, manage to get some enjoyment out of the rest of my evening, despite the interruption.
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Ehn. Like I said, probably kinda awkward. Stiff, whatever. Or just not that interesting, but.. oh well. >_> Maybe I'll actually get better ;)
HEY LOOK, an ACTUAL update. ZOMG! >>
Monday: 9-9:45 AM Computer Info and Access. 1-1:45 PM, Basic Algebra. Preferably lunch in between the two classes, but otherwise no set in stone things that I must do.
Tuesday: 9:30-10:45 AM Introduction to Literature. 11-12:15 English Composition I. 1-1:45 PM Basic Algebra. Free the rest of the day.
Wednesday: 9-9:45 Computer Info/Access. 10-10:45 Freshman Orientation. 1-1:45 Basic Algebra. Free the rest of the day.
Thursday is exactly like Tuesday.
Friday is completely free.
Because of Labor Day, I had no classes on Monday. I did nearly nothing all weekend. Homework? Read a couple of essays for intro to lit, write a 300+ journal essay about "What Makes Me Cry" for English Composition. Had about 120 pretty easy problems to do via an internet thing for math. Got the math done before dad came to pick me up at 8 to be home for the weekend.. And I made time to audition for a play that afternoon, too. Read the essays Friday, though I hope to read or at least skim through them again before class tomorrow. Finally got the essay-thing written tonight. About half an hour ago. Probably semi-awkward sounding, but I'm not too worried about it. Which might or might not be a good thing, but oh well.
But yeah. I procrastinate too much.
And I'm gonna share my essay thing here, because it also updates on life. Well, my emotions too. Hah. But it tells what happened to me at skating Saturday.
What Makes Me Cry
I cry, amongst other reasons, when something or someone pisses me off enough.
As an example, I spent a couple of hours Saturday evening at a local roller skating rink. During the course of the evening they had a race, for girls 13 and up, in which I participated. The competition in this race was such that I had to be careful about how fast I tried to go, so as to keep on my feet and not spinning out. On what I believe was the third and last lap of the race, two girls of an age somewhere between 8 and 11 were skating towards me and did not seem to be paying attention to the events unfolding around them.
Now, before any races begin, the man who runs the rink and announces the games told everyone else to get off the floor. Anyway, when I saw two girls, I attempted to stop or get out of their way, but it wasn't completely possible due to my own speed. One of the girls managed to get out of the way, but the other one I ran in to, though she was only a bit shaken up. I however, managed to skin my knee and lose the race. This is the second time someone wasn't paying attention and got in the way during a race. The fact that I knew she could have gotten seriously hurt, paired with my own adrenaline rush and my skinned knee, meant that I got pissed off at the girl for not paying attention and for being on the skate floor when she should not have been. Me getting pissed off at her, meant that I ended up both yelling at her and crying at the same time.
It took me some time to calm down enough to fully stop crying, especially since I would start to tear up again every time someone would ask me if I was okay.
I did, however, manage to get some enjoyment out of the rest of my evening, despite the interruption.
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Ehn. Like I said, probably kinda awkward. Stiff, whatever. Or just not that interesting, but.. oh well. >_> Maybe I'll actually get better ;)
HEY LOOK, an ACTUAL update. ZOMG! >>