Oops, yeah, the windows of the car were open...
I woke my parents up when I got over-excited about the thunder/lightning storm. Standing on the second floor foyer, looking out our giant window... I couldn't help but squeal with excitement every time lightning lit up the 'hood. Sometimes it was as bright as day, and I could see that it hit as close as the subdivision next to us. Once, the light was sustained for a full two seconds; I wish I could've filmed it or something. Meimei, of course, practically screamed every time. Poor kid. She's like me and spiders, 'cept with lightning.
I have incessant hiccups, and I wish people would stop talking about Harry Potter. I mean, people can, like, read it, and like, enjoy it, but it won't go away. I'm tired of writing HTML, so my site construction is on hold, except for an occasional blog entry.
Diane Duane's A Wizard's Dilemma made me cry, because it talked about death and guy problems, two things that I have the strongest emotional response to. Well, when it's the death of someone I like. Okay, when it's the death of someone I didn't like, too. Hey, I don't like the idea of entropy, 'kay?
Well, don't mention the fact that there would be a few... er... technical problems if it didn't exist.
Also, something new that I've known for a while now: adding 'notes' to MS Word documents is, in actuality, quite useful. I found that in the day after I had finished writing a 40-page story (in Word; double-spaced; in two days), I had also added a rather useful commentary of what I wanted to convey, what certain things meant, cross-references to other stories/documents/so on... and even translations of some of the made-up language I used. (Not often; I don't like using it if I don't have to.) I must remind myself to do this, say, on the next NaNo. It's not as if I can't remember writing practically every scene, but it's not the same if the commentary isn't real-time, or close to it. Right?
I feel like if something really big happened to me now, it wouldn't really affect me. I wonder why. Of course, some people might chalk it up to me being dead inside.
Am waiting for final confirmation on my course schedule.
Monday
Me: Dad, I want to take German 201. Did you read all the emails I sent you?
Dad: Yeah. It's okay with me. Have you signed up for it yet?
Me: No, I have to email the section head. I wanted to know if you thought it was okay for me to take 20 credits my first semester.
Dad: Well, if you think you can handle it.
Tuesday
Me: I'm getting in!! They said they could put me in!
Dad: Um, are you sure you want to do that? It's 20 credits. That'll be 61 by the end of the semester.
Me: Uh, yeah. I thought about it. Besides, I can change classes up until, er, some time in early September.
Mom: [In the background] I don't want her overworking herself.
Me: I wanted to do this. I asked you about it yesterday, and you said it was okay.
Everyone: [looks at me doubtfully] Um...
Me: [scowls] I'm going to work, 'kay? I know the idea's foreign to me, but I mean, this is State, not CMU or Belmont or [insert about 5 other college names here]. STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!
I have incessant hiccups, and I wish people would stop talking about Harry Potter. I mean, people can, like, read it, and like, enjoy it, but it won't go away. I'm tired of writing HTML, so my site construction is on hold, except for an occasional blog entry.
Diane Duane's A Wizard's Dilemma made me cry, because it talked about death and guy problems, two things that I have the strongest emotional response to. Well, when it's the death of someone I like. Okay, when it's the death of someone I didn't like, too. Hey, I don't like the idea of entropy, 'kay?
Well, don't mention the fact that there would be a few... er... technical problems if it didn't exist.
Also, something new that I've known for a while now: adding 'notes' to MS Word documents is, in actuality, quite useful. I found that in the day after I had finished writing a 40-page story (in Word; double-spaced; in two days), I had also added a rather useful commentary of what I wanted to convey, what certain things meant, cross-references to other stories/documents/so on... and even translations of some of the made-up language I used. (Not often; I don't like using it if I don't have to.) I must remind myself to do this, say, on the next NaNo. It's not as if I can't remember writing practically every scene, but it's not the same if the commentary isn't real-time, or close to it. Right?
I feel like if something really big happened to me now, it wouldn't really affect me. I wonder why. Of course, some people might chalk it up to me being dead inside.
Am waiting for final confirmation on my course schedule.
Monday
Me: Dad, I want to take German 201. Did you read all the emails I sent you?
Dad: Yeah. It's okay with me. Have you signed up for it yet?
Me: No, I have to email the section head. I wanted to know if you thought it was okay for me to take 20 credits my first semester.
Dad: Well, if you think you can handle it.
Tuesday
Me: I'm getting in!! They said they could put me in!
Dad: Um, are you sure you want to do that? It's 20 credits. That'll be 61 by the end of the semester.
Me: Uh, yeah. I thought about it. Besides, I can change classes up until, er, some time in early September.
Mom: [In the background] I don't want her overworking herself.
Me: I wanted to do this. I asked you about it yesterday, and you said it was okay.
Everyone: [looks at me doubtfully] Um...
Me: [scowls] I'm going to work, 'kay? I know the idea's foreign to me, but I mean, this is State, not CMU or Belmont or [insert about 5 other college names here]. STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!