I always believed in futures.
It feels like everything's been either really really fantastic or really really lousy these past few days.
My American Writers paper doesn't need much work, hallelujah, plus she extended the due date to Friday rather than yesterday. Woo. Creative Nonfiction went by quickly, and Fred put me in a group with Daniel and Kaitlin (thank god he didn't stick me with the icky people) and we went out to the couches at the end of the hall to talk about our essays...Daniel's great. I totally love him; he's fun, and a seriously talented writer.
The Green Key meeting that night (Monday) didn't entirely suck, and I'm just waiting to catch hell for never wearing the green shirt or vest or anything. But I don't play that way, and they are going to have to get over it...and I'm genuinely happy Eric got elected President. He's a sweetheart, and a competent one at that.
Went to Michaels to buy poster board and a frame and stuff, since I had to take the second set of Heavens pictures and make a collage-type thing like I did with the Trio pictures. I know I'm a loser. But I win at it.
Met Lynne for dinner again, went home and spent forever on the phone with Dad...stayed up ridiculously late working on the collage, because I wouldn't have been able to sleep if I hadn't finished it.
Tuesday I forget, because they are dull and I hate my Tuesday/Thursday classes. At work that night I was showing off the Heavens pictures, and I got some strange looks from them about one of them...Jill even blushed this magnificent shade of crimson. You'll see what I mean when I get them posted.
Wednesday...Phoenix meeting. The new issue is out, and I must say, I'm kind of disappointed. It isn't of the usual high-quality, and the whole one-spot color thing failed, so the picture promoting that play is still black-and-white and the "red" bars look like pink...and I didn't get photo credit on the ones I took with Fred, that night I was late to work...I just never get photo credits, they're, like, one for three for me on that count...and yeah. It's not a disaster, but I'm not as excited...and the meeting dissolved into it's usual "hanging around in the office talking about random stupid things." Inevitable.
In American Writers Trobaugh once again used me as an example. Wanted me to read my response to "Uncle Tom's Cabin," being that I am awesome and insightful. But I also was distracted/not caring, and I already read about seventy words a freaking minute, so I was just going to fly through it and be done with it, but she called me on it. So Dane volunteered to read it...and yeah. Just...you'd think I'd be used to this. I'm always the one whose work gets held up as the standard. And! I got a joke e-mail from her, asking for a copy of the response to share with future students in case she never has another student as insightful as me. That's almost verbatim, thankyouverymuch! *facepalm*
Ended up meeting a bunch of Dane's crazy role-playing-club-type friends, and The Boyfriend, and they scared me a little; all the gamers I grew up around weren't so...odd, so I just hugged him goodbye and went back upstairs (with Carolann in tow) to give the college money. Which involves standing in line for half a fucking hour because Student Accounts is run by these two morons, one of whom is usually gone anyway. Plus they're ridiculous up there; they send me a thing to say how much I owe them, and then I get there and it's more. Not by much, but enough to annoy me more than I already was. And then I had to bring Carolann home, leaving me not a lot of time for myself between going home and then running off to work. MEH. It was decent that night though, I love our new manager. She's my favorite, little miss to-hell-with-the-rules. To a certain extent anyway.
Today, sat through Compatative Religion in a stupor (god, I hate that class, and Megan wasn't even there!) and decided to not go to The Short Story. We're talking about the first half of Kafka's "The Metamorphosis," which I ADORE, and I bet they're all going to ruin it for me. So, theoretically, I should be sitting there discussing it, but I am not. And I am sure that I am a happier person because of it.
Tomorrow I'm meeting with Mark Broadbent, the transfer affairs guy, and I have no idea what to expect/what I'm supposed to have done/know in order to have sone vague idea of what's to come...but really, whatever. I heart procrastinating. Plus I just really have no idea even where to begin, so I guess I'll run that angle. I can't imagine me not getting accepted somewhere...with a record like mine? Yeah. I should be okay. Not to brag, honest, but sometimes I still need to reassure myself of the things that should be obvious, you know?
Also:
Barbara Stanwyck
You scored 33% grit, 19% wit, 47% flair, and 16% class!
You're a tough dame, a bit of a spitfire, and you can even be a little dangerous, but you do it with such flair that almost all is forgiven (and even when it's not, you're still the most interesting woman in the room). You can be witty and charming, all right, but you have a tough streak that keeps you focused and sometimes deadly. You've had quite a climb to get where you are, but you're a hard worker and you mostly deserve all you get...and then some. You might end up destroying everything around you, but you must admit...you've got style. Your leading men include Henry Fonda, Fred MacMurray, and when you forget yourself, Gary Cooper.
Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test.
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 99% on grit
You scored higher than 99% on wit
You scored higher than 99% on flair
You scored higher than 99% on class
Link: The Classic Dames Test written by gidgetgoes on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test
What's that? You still want to see the Heavens pictures? All right. I suppose, then, if you really want to, I could upload them and post them (here and on Facebook). That'll be next, I promise. It should be a good time.
My American Writers paper doesn't need much work, hallelujah, plus she extended the due date to Friday rather than yesterday. Woo. Creative Nonfiction went by quickly, and Fred put me in a group with Daniel and Kaitlin (thank god he didn't stick me with the icky people) and we went out to the couches at the end of the hall to talk about our essays...Daniel's great. I totally love him; he's fun, and a seriously talented writer.
The Green Key meeting that night (Monday) didn't entirely suck, and I'm just waiting to catch hell for never wearing the green shirt or vest or anything. But I don't play that way, and they are going to have to get over it...and I'm genuinely happy Eric got elected President. He's a sweetheart, and a competent one at that.
Went to Michaels to buy poster board and a frame and stuff, since I had to take the second set of Heavens pictures and make a collage-type thing like I did with the Trio pictures. I know I'm a loser. But I win at it.
Met Lynne for dinner again, went home and spent forever on the phone with Dad...stayed up ridiculously late working on the collage, because I wouldn't have been able to sleep if I hadn't finished it.
Tuesday I forget, because they are dull and I hate my Tuesday/Thursday classes. At work that night I was showing off the Heavens pictures, and I got some strange looks from them about one of them...Jill even blushed this magnificent shade of crimson. You'll see what I mean when I get them posted.
Wednesday...Phoenix meeting. The new issue is out, and I must say, I'm kind of disappointed. It isn't of the usual high-quality, and the whole one-spot color thing failed, so the picture promoting that play is still black-and-white and the "red" bars look like pink...and I didn't get photo credit on the ones I took with Fred, that night I was late to work...I just never get photo credits, they're, like, one for three for me on that count...and yeah. It's not a disaster, but I'm not as excited...and the meeting dissolved into it's usual "hanging around in the office talking about random stupid things." Inevitable.
In American Writers Trobaugh once again used me as an example. Wanted me to read my response to "Uncle Tom's Cabin," being that I am awesome and insightful. But I also was distracted/not caring, and I already read about seventy words a freaking minute, so I was just going to fly through it and be done with it, but she called me on it. So Dane volunteered to read it...and yeah. Just...you'd think I'd be used to this. I'm always the one whose work gets held up as the standard. And! I got a joke e-mail from her, asking for a copy of the response to share with future students in case she never has another student as insightful as me. That's almost verbatim, thankyouverymuch! *facepalm*
Ended up meeting a bunch of Dane's crazy role-playing-club-type friends, and The Boyfriend, and they scared me a little; all the gamers I grew up around weren't so...odd, so I just hugged him goodbye and went back upstairs (with Carolann in tow) to give the college money. Which involves standing in line for half a fucking hour because Student Accounts is run by these two morons, one of whom is usually gone anyway. Plus they're ridiculous up there; they send me a thing to say how much I owe them, and then I get there and it's more. Not by much, but enough to annoy me more than I already was. And then I had to bring Carolann home, leaving me not a lot of time for myself between going home and then running off to work. MEH. It was decent that night though, I love our new manager. She's my favorite, little miss to-hell-with-the-rules. To a certain extent anyway.
Today, sat through Compatative Religion in a stupor (god, I hate that class, and Megan wasn't even there!) and decided to not go to The Short Story. We're talking about the first half of Kafka's "The Metamorphosis," which I ADORE, and I bet they're all going to ruin it for me. So, theoretically, I should be sitting there discussing it, but I am not. And I am sure that I am a happier person because of it.
Tomorrow I'm meeting with Mark Broadbent, the transfer affairs guy, and I have no idea what to expect/what I'm supposed to have done/know in order to have sone vague idea of what's to come...but really, whatever. I heart procrastinating. Plus I just really have no idea even where to begin, so I guess I'll run that angle. I can't imagine me not getting accepted somewhere...with a record like mine? Yeah. I should be okay. Not to brag, honest, but sometimes I still need to reassure myself of the things that should be obvious, you know?
Also:
Barbara Stanwyck
You scored 33% grit, 19% wit, 47% flair, and 16% class!
You're a tough dame, a bit of a spitfire, and you can even be a little dangerous, but you do it with such flair that almost all is forgiven (and even when it's not, you're still the most interesting woman in the room). You can be witty and charming, all right, but you have a tough streak that keeps you focused and sometimes deadly. You've had quite a climb to get where you are, but you're a hard worker and you mostly deserve all you get...and then some. You might end up destroying everything around you, but you must admit...you've got style. Your leading men include Henry Fonda, Fred MacMurray, and when you forget yourself, Gary Cooper.
Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test.
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 99% on grit
You scored higher than 99% on wit
You scored higher than 99% on flair
You scored higher than 99% on class
Link: The Classic Dames Test written by gidgetgoes on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test
What's that? You still want to see the Heavens pictures? All right. I suppose, then, if you really want to, I could upload them and post them (here and on Facebook). That'll be next, I promise. It should be a good time.