I'm homesick today. Curl-up-into-a-ball-and-wallow-in-misery homesick. I miss my siblings. I miss my parents. I miss the cats and the dogs. I miss Bets and Ben and the Kuyats and home. I miss having a home. I miss home at Christmas. I miss the Brothers Caz Christmas album and Dad wanting to watch While You Were Sleeping and Mum's amazing ( Read more... )

Today is the best. Yesterday, it was like someone just flipped a switch, and it was suddenly autumn. The humidity is down, and it hasn't hit eighty in two days. I can comfortably wear a jumper at least part of the time. The leaves are changing, and it's just amazing to be outside. I feel alive again. And youth this morning was tons of fun (we ( Read more... )

Vietnam paper: Done.

History class: Done.

Forever! I am thrilled.

I am tired. I am lonely.

My family is out celebrating my sister's birthday, so I can't tell them. (Yes, I already phoned and left a message.)

Happy twenty-first birthday, sister. I wish I were there.

I think I shall go dancing to the movies tonight. Because the cinema is ( Read more... )

I miss having a job.

There are three things that I want madly, for various reasons, but really oughtn’t to be able to afford. Especially after last month’s cell phone bill.

I can maybe afford one of said items if I scrimp a bit. I think if I just stop eating for a month, that might about do it. Eh, I need to lose weight anyway. I don’t fancy ( Read more... )

Can I just say that I am COMPLETELY bewildered? I got an A in TST. I don't even know how that's possible as I'm almost certain that the professor never received my final paper. My e-mails to him never seemed to go through, but they never bounced back to me, either; I just never got any confirmation that he got them. And I did ask, a couple of ( Read more... )

A on my TST midterm. Even though I was nervous and disorganized, and the prof could tell. W00t. I rock ( Read more... )

Can I just note that I loathe Michel Foucault? And my history class. I'm not too fond of my history professor, either. The man seems incapable of either communication with or sympathy for his students. He can't possibly ever have been a student himself; surely no one is capable of forgetting so completely what it is like to be a student ( Read more... )

DRAT ALL.

I am SUCH an idiot sometimes.

Also? I LOATHE midterms with the entirety of my being. They always come at the most inopportune times. I'm sick, or I'm going through some major transition, or I'm experiencing some vast emotional turmoil. There is always something that makes them completely and utterly the last things in the universe ( Read more... )

I am so, SO tired. ( The Week from Hell continues. )

It appears that my BSG speech was memorable. I bumped into one of my Public Speaking classmates after PoliSci tonight, and he said that after my speech, he kept seeing BSG promo material all over the media.

*hee*