Hi, you probably don't remember me...
Wasn't that a tag line for American Express a hundred years ago?
I haven't written in this journal for eons, at least not while sober.
One more week with the kiddles, and then I am off for a month. I haven't been able to get any work done on my thesis, I stare at the monitor, stare at the data, stare at the literature, but I can't write anything. Luckily for me, I have an understanding professor, who is giving me until November 10th. Maybe when report cards are done, and the kiddles are gone, and my son is at school, and pigs fly, I will be able to finally finish my masters
I mean, I KNOW my mental disease, being self-aware has some advantages, but the disadvantage to knowing my weaknesses is the guilt that comes along with it. I KNOW I can do this, it's just a freaking paper, and the other class is just a freaking Powerpoint Presentation, but I have set up some serious obstacles for myself in the past 2 months, not the least of which is the fact that the bank won't lend me any more money for school, and I still need 3, 000 dollars. I am in financial denial, I have had my electricity turned off twice, my cable, my phone, bills come in different colors, and lie unopened in various piles on my bedroom floor.
What is the matter with me? Fear of failure overshadowed by fear of success. My son is having problems at school, am I not giving him enough attention?
My research proposal is starting to fall apart, I was ready to show all this data about effective comprehension strategies, truth is, maybe they weren't that effective after all. I don't know what I was trying to accomplish, they already have the polio vaccine, did I think I was making some earth shattering discovery about teaching methods and assessment?
Where do I go now, Wow, you have a Masters', big deal, you are still ten thousand dollars in debt, and you don't make any more money.
So much for leaving my mark on the world
Whatever, ok, this self-pitying rant is over.....let's hear it for Johnny Damon and Kurt Schilling!!
West wing new season....umm, not so great....
What else, oh, my birthday is the day after election day, I don't know which guy I want....the lesser of two evils.
Dave Navarro shook my hand, the closest brush with greatness I had before that was taking a picture with Rupert from the Hello Deli...
I want my Colorado friend!!!
I haven't written in this journal for eons, at least not while sober.
One more week with the kiddles, and then I am off for a month. I haven't been able to get any work done on my thesis, I stare at the monitor, stare at the data, stare at the literature, but I can't write anything. Luckily for me, I have an understanding professor, who is giving me until November 10th. Maybe when report cards are done, and the kiddles are gone, and my son is at school, and pigs fly, I will be able to finally finish my masters
I mean, I KNOW my mental disease, being self-aware has some advantages, but the disadvantage to knowing my weaknesses is the guilt that comes along with it. I KNOW I can do this, it's just a freaking paper, and the other class is just a freaking Powerpoint Presentation, but I have set up some serious obstacles for myself in the past 2 months, not the least of which is the fact that the bank won't lend me any more money for school, and I still need 3, 000 dollars. I am in financial denial, I have had my electricity turned off twice, my cable, my phone, bills come in different colors, and lie unopened in various piles on my bedroom floor.
What is the matter with me? Fear of failure overshadowed by fear of success. My son is having problems at school, am I not giving him enough attention?
My research proposal is starting to fall apart, I was ready to show all this data about effective comprehension strategies, truth is, maybe they weren't that effective after all. I don't know what I was trying to accomplish, they already have the polio vaccine, did I think I was making some earth shattering discovery about teaching methods and assessment?
Where do I go now, Wow, you have a Masters', big deal, you are still ten thousand dollars in debt, and you don't make any more money.
So much for leaving my mark on the world
Whatever, ok, this self-pitying rant is over.....let's hear it for Johnny Damon and Kurt Schilling!!
West wing new season....umm, not so great....
What else, oh, my birthday is the day after election day, I don't know which guy I want....the lesser of two evils.
Dave Navarro shook my hand, the closest brush with greatness I had before that was taking a picture with Rupert from the Hello Deli...
I want my Colorado friend!!!