poe-tay-toe
yeah, so, not much more to say today, i guess.
Remembered that the test I signed up for a few weeks ago is this Saturday at like, 7:30 in the morning. Lovely.
well, at least that will be out of the way.
I get to do my advising tomorrow inbetween classes. Which means I get to talk to the advisor, tell her why I'm missing certain classes that I should have taken first (don't need to take them, high school credits cover them), then figure out what classes on my list o classes I will be taking next semester... plus, then i get to register for Fall semester sometime soon, i think. Maybe Thursday? Hmm.
*sigh* really gotta take my laptop in to get fixed soon, but I think it'll be easier to just finish up my classes first. That way I don't need to worry about getting it back before the end of the semester.
Not that I really need it for my classes anyway, nor for studying. But I do need it for the paper(s) I need to write.
Stupid papers.
Got a small list of stamps i should carve soon. Might get to work on those sometime soon, i think.
Got a small group of boxes to plant, too. More stamps to carve will add to that pile.
Anyway, here's two more of those drabbles. These were the first two I wrote for the challenge. Now I'm off to work on a test due Wednesday. Or, maybe write another drabble.
1. “Hope”
The professor stood in the center of his stage. Papers in hand, gesturing in the air, I watched as he presented his story. The white screen behind him provided a surface for his digital distraction, a slideshow to grab attention. Anytime it looked as though someone’s thoughts were wandering, he would wave his magic wand and give them something new to look at.
I sat there, squirming in my seat, trying to stay focused but all the time disgusted by his performance, pen tapping on the surface of the desk.
I hope, I hope, I hope I’m not like him…
2. “Patterns”
Jonathan pulled back, the silvery blade glistening with white flashes and reddish tint, a small stream of blood lined the edge. He smiled as she passed out, her life literally pouring out of her, forming a puddle on the floor.
He knelt down, allowing the knife to drag along the skin of the thin woman; blood seeped from the line he created and joined with the pool accumulating.
Drawn to the puddle, he placed his hand within it, like a small child with wet sand. He pulled back, watching as blood slowly filled the fresh handprint.
“So pretty,” He whispered.
Remembered that the test I signed up for a few weeks ago is this Saturday at like, 7:30 in the morning. Lovely.
well, at least that will be out of the way.
I get to do my advising tomorrow inbetween classes. Which means I get to talk to the advisor, tell her why I'm missing certain classes that I should have taken first (don't need to take them, high school credits cover them), then figure out what classes on my list o classes I will be taking next semester... plus, then i get to register for Fall semester sometime soon, i think. Maybe Thursday? Hmm.
*sigh* really gotta take my laptop in to get fixed soon, but I think it'll be easier to just finish up my classes first. That way I don't need to worry about getting it back before the end of the semester.
Not that I really need it for my classes anyway, nor for studying. But I do need it for the paper(s) I need to write.
Stupid papers.
Got a small list of stamps i should carve soon. Might get to work on those sometime soon, i think.
Got a small group of boxes to plant, too. More stamps to carve will add to that pile.
Anyway, here's two more of those drabbles. These were the first two I wrote for the challenge. Now I'm off to work on a test due Wednesday. Or, maybe write another drabble.
1. “Hope”
The professor stood in the center of his stage. Papers in hand, gesturing in the air, I watched as he presented his story. The white screen behind him provided a surface for his digital distraction, a slideshow to grab attention. Anytime it looked as though someone’s thoughts were wandering, he would wave his magic wand and give them something new to look at.
I sat there, squirming in my seat, trying to stay focused but all the time disgusted by his performance, pen tapping on the surface of the desk.
I hope, I hope, I hope I’m not like him…
2. “Patterns”
Jonathan pulled back, the silvery blade glistening with white flashes and reddish tint, a small stream of blood lined the edge. He smiled as she passed out, her life literally pouring out of her, forming a puddle on the floor.
He knelt down, allowing the knife to drag along the skin of the thin woman; blood seeped from the line he created and joined with the pool accumulating.
Drawn to the puddle, he placed his hand within it, like a small child with wet sand. He pulled back, watching as blood slowly filled the fresh handprint.
“So pretty,” He whispered.