Day Two - I am my own derivative.
Is Pocket A Gypsy Tarot Master?
Day Two
- I will have another new beginning. It will take a lot of my time and attention, but I should try not spend too much time on it.
- I will have another turning point, but this time more in mental attitude. (Note: Will decide to kill Pocket)
- Need to reach back to past friends and family
A Summary of Nora's Day
Today, before I went to sleep, a MaWickett tried to force me to go to bed. It was doing some formalist criticism on the poem "Refrigerator." I believe is was simply trying to get sleep vicariously through me. Instead, I gave it some great insights into its poem, and was rewarded with the promise of some copies of vagina coloring pages, as well as a link to some nice black panther coloring pages. I decided to swallow my pride and actually kind of participate somewhat in my class and post the link on the web board. It had to be shared.
I went to my English class in the morning. The teacher wasn't there cause she missed her plane, so the people who were getting peer edited next class just passed out their papers and we left. When I got home, I read the poem in the beginning of the guy's paper. It was about God.
I then went to geology for a review before the test, which was boring.
When I came back I read the rest of the paper, which turned out to include an evil, glowing demon and a good list of some of the things generally wrong with people. How am I supposed to grade this?
I then went to Japanese where the Japanese guy from WSU was substituting, like he does every Wednesday. He laughs for no reason a lot. We paired up and asked each other stuff. My partner, I believe his name was Lloyd, liked water, coke, and coffer. He also liked kendo, football, and... something else. I liked coke, milk, and water. I also liked whatever the first three sports that were listed on the vocabulary list were.
I then went to my other English class that I was too stubborn to drop out of despite the fact that it is exactly the same as my other English class. There, the teacher informed us that we would get our papers we had turned in earlier back definitely this week. Probably Friday. Maybe Monday.... Then, after a student told the teacher, Warren, that their friend say that he made a student cry once, we got into a discussion about being mean to students, and he told the class the story of the one thing he remembers saying to a student that he regrets to this day. The student was in his comp 102 class, and had proposed that people stop testing things like makeup on animals, because it is cruel. Instead, we should test them on convicted felons. They are just sitting in there, anyway. The teacher then said "Do me a favor. Don't reproduce, and never run for public office." Despite this, Warren insists that he has never made a student cry.
We then got into a lecture in which Warren described to us how story arcs can be shown with calculus. I have forgotten all the weird math vocabulary that made it sound so stupid, so I will not describe it to you. All I remember is that it all ended up at the idea that "You are your own derivative." However, at the end of the lecture, I was rather embarrassed to find that I actually understood what the Warren meant, and that it all made a lot of sense. Please shoot me now.
After English, I ate more food for dinner.
And after that, I sat around knowing I ought to be writing my paper since I've only got two days to finish researching it, write it, and study for the geology test. Instead, I took a depression test, since Andrea took an one off the UI web site, and then they mailed her back and said they wanted to test her some more, and it all ended up with her on Zoloft, which is the one with the cute depressed marshmallows. I decided I wanted in on some of that. After a series of questions along the lines of, "Been feeling blue?" it decided I was depressed, but not manically so, which was rather disappointing.
I also saw that Pocket is trying to get people to put me on her friends list. Normally I would just ignore, but seeing as how the tarot reading said I would decide to kill Pocket, I thought I would do her a favor and decide to kill her for it, seeing as how much I dislike friends and all. Though just to warn people - The last person who tried to hard to be my friend ended up with a dismembered bloody Barbie in a plastic Hello Kitty purse. I'm just saying.
The End
Pocket's Tarot Match
- The Zoloft thing didn't pan out, so no new beginnings. Unless you count the having finally realized that I am my own derivative. 1/10
- Well, I did decide to kill Pockt, after all. Though it was a bit of a self fulfilling thingum. So 9/10.
- Well, I'm on you people's friends list now. At first, it was just a person I don't believe I have ever met, so I planned to say that that was probably just as good as an old friend anyway, since I never remember people that seem to remember me. But then you had to come, Shandi. Now it makes no sense to say that. Thanks a lot. Now, I've got nothing to say. Some friend you are. 7/10
10% 90% 70%
Today's Score*
65%
Average
43.75%
You're improving fast, Pocket. Now all we've got to do is get you out of denial about the gypsy thing. I think some Zoloft ought to help.
*Edit: Pocket complains:
New score: 6/10
60% 90% 70%
Today's Score
77.5%
Average
50%
Day Two
- I will have another new beginning. It will take a lot of my time and attention, but I should try not spend too much time on it.
- I will have another turning point, but this time more in mental attitude. (Note: Will decide to kill Pocket)
- Need to reach back to past friends and family
A Summary of Nora's Day
Today, before I went to sleep, a MaWickett tried to force me to go to bed. It was doing some formalist criticism on the poem "Refrigerator." I believe is was simply trying to get sleep vicariously through me. Instead, I gave it some great insights into its poem, and was rewarded with the promise of some copies of vagina coloring pages, as well as a link to some nice black panther coloring pages. I decided to swallow my pride and actually kind of participate somewhat in my class and post the link on the web board. It had to be shared.
I went to my English class in the morning. The teacher wasn't there cause she missed her plane, so the people who were getting peer edited next class just passed out their papers and we left. When I got home, I read the poem in the beginning of the guy's paper. It was about God.
I then went to geology for a review before the test, which was boring.
When I came back I read the rest of the paper, which turned out to include an evil, glowing demon and a good list of some of the things generally wrong with people. How am I supposed to grade this?
I then went to Japanese where the Japanese guy from WSU was substituting, like he does every Wednesday. He laughs for no reason a lot. We paired up and asked each other stuff. My partner, I believe his name was Lloyd, liked water, coke, and coffer. He also liked kendo, football, and... something else. I liked coke, milk, and water. I also liked whatever the first three sports that were listed on the vocabulary list were.
I then went to my other English class that I was too stubborn to drop out of despite the fact that it is exactly the same as my other English class. There, the teacher informed us that we would get our papers we had turned in earlier back definitely this week. Probably Friday. Maybe Monday.... Then, after a student told the teacher, Warren, that their friend say that he made a student cry once, we got into a discussion about being mean to students, and he told the class the story of the one thing he remembers saying to a student that he regrets to this day. The student was in his comp 102 class, and had proposed that people stop testing things like makeup on animals, because it is cruel. Instead, we should test them on convicted felons. They are just sitting in there, anyway. The teacher then said "Do me a favor. Don't reproduce, and never run for public office." Despite this, Warren insists that he has never made a student cry.
We then got into a lecture in which Warren described to us how story arcs can be shown with calculus. I have forgotten all the weird math vocabulary that made it sound so stupid, so I will not describe it to you. All I remember is that it all ended up at the idea that "You are your own derivative." However, at the end of the lecture, I was rather embarrassed to find that I actually understood what the Warren meant, and that it all made a lot of sense. Please shoot me now.
After English, I ate more food for dinner.
And after that, I sat around knowing I ought to be writing my paper since I've only got two days to finish researching it, write it, and study for the geology test. Instead, I took a depression test, since Andrea took an one off the UI web site, and then they mailed her back and said they wanted to test her some more, and it all ended up with her on Zoloft, which is the one with the cute depressed marshmallows. I decided I wanted in on some of that. After a series of questions along the lines of, "Been feeling blue?" it decided I was depressed, but not manically so, which was rather disappointing.
I also saw that Pocket is trying to get people to put me on her friends list. Normally I would just ignore, but seeing as how the tarot reading said I would decide to kill Pocket, I thought I would do her a favor and decide to kill her for it, seeing as how much I dislike friends and all. Though just to warn people - The last person who tried to hard to be my friend ended up with a dismembered bloody Barbie in a plastic Hello Kitty purse. I'm just saying.
The End
Pocket's Tarot Match
- The Zoloft thing didn't pan out, so no new beginnings. Unless you count the having finally realized that I am my own derivative. 1/10
- Well, I did decide to kill Pockt, after all. Though it was a bit of a self fulfilling thingum. So 9/10.
- Well, I'm on you people's friends list now. At first, it was just a person I don't believe I have ever met, so I planned to say that that was probably just as good as an old friend anyway, since I never remember people that seem to remember me. But then you had to come, Shandi. Now it makes no sense to say that. Thanks a lot. Now, I've got nothing to say. Some friend you are. 7/10
10% 90% 70%
Today's Score*
65%
Average
43.75%
You're improving fast, Pocket. Now all we've got to do is get you out of denial about the gypsy thing. I think some Zoloft ought to help.
*Edit: Pocket complains:
New score: 6/10
60% 90% 70%
Today's Score
77.5%
Average
50%