Long days and pleasant nights.
I was up until 4:30 in the morning.
Why, you ask?
I finished the Dark Tower series.
Jess and David both said I'd probably be unhappy that it ended...I guess I am. I've been reading this story--seven books--for months now, and I'd gotten quite attached to the story and the characters.
When Eddie died? I was sad.
When Jake died? I was even sadder.
But when Oy died? I cried. Yes, for the billybumbler, more than the humans. Maybe it was because it was 3:30 in the morning, but...yeah, that ripped my heart out more than Jake or Eddie.
And the ending with Susannah bothered me a little...I wonder if Eddie and Jake would be the same people if they hadn't gone through what they did with Roland. They might not be as tough, y'know? Or...you know, just the same. That's the only part that really bothered.
That and wondering/hoping to hell that the horn makes poor Roland's quest finally end...
The story really touched me, I won't try to deny that it did. Part of me wants to learn to talk in the lingo, so I can always remember it deeper that way. I'll probably have some Dark Tower influence in my tattoo, whenever I design and get one. The series already influenced my LJ--"suns and worlds by the million" is a line from The Gunslinger. It caught my attention and my fancy.
That's just how I am with stories, especially those that touch me so. If you think me silly or flakey for it, fine, but that's just how I am, may it do ya fine. Yar. ~.^
But anyway.
Got to sleep around 4:30, phone rang almost exactly 5 hours later to wake me up. And yet I'm not groggy or anything. Huh.
Going to eat breakfast, do some around-the-house chores, move some wood, mow the lawn when the grass dries off the dew, and generally not waste time until Mom feels up to going out to Willi to drop her car off. She's been feeling sick, sore throat and such, for a couple of days now. When she got home from breakfast*, and after Sears left, she whined that she didn't want to go to Willi, and wanted to call the whole thing off. I told her to stop whining and curl up in bed for a while until she felt better.
Yes, she went out to breakfast when she's feeling sick. She goes to Track Nine every single day, unless (A)it's closed, (B)we're not in town, (C)we're snowed in, or (D)we go elsewhere together, like Rein's, and even then she orders the exact same thing that she does as Track Nine. It's a habit, and I won't go further into it without her permission, as it's her issue and not mine to tell. Just thought I'd explain some.
I think Zach has a broken toe. I noticed that one claw on his left front paw was...off. Like, going at angle instead of straight out. I played with it a bit, and it was definitely off. Funny thing is, it doesn't seem to hurt him. He doesn't like me playing with his paw, more than his others, but he doesn't meow in pain, he isn't limping, he doesn't seem to feel anything. But when you look at it, it's like seeing an arm or leg bent the wrong way. It just looks wrong. I'm just glad he doesn't seem to feel it, although I won't say that doesn't alarm me some. He's probably due to go back in anyway, to check up on his weight and his overactive thyroid, so we'll make it sooner than it would have been, and see what's up with his paw.
Got an A (95) on my Marketing assignment. *beams with pride* And the group projects have begun. I'm not dreading the group part anymore, as I'm in a good one, without any over-active "A types" who will drive the rest of us "slackers" crazy ~.^ We just haven't been able to decide on a product or service yet, though I'm more worried about what comes after that. In group projects, I do better with just being told what to do and doing it. I'm a better sheep than I am a herding dog, can't help the truth.
We haven't elected a team leader yet, and it was definitely surprising to hear that they were thinking of electing me for the job. And even more surprising to find myself considering it, and admitting it here, especially after what I just said about being a sheep. I won't, though, it'll be a stressful enough project without being a leader for the first time.
Stressful, but fun, I can feel it. The project itself, and the class itself, will make it fun, as will the people I'm grouped with. Hell, one of them--Kurt, he's been in many of my other classes--has very nice pins all over his backpack, some with GIR, some with Felix the Cat, and one with "I found Jesus! He was behind the sofa the whole time." That's just an example of the people I'm with. Yay :)
Accounting exam didn't do as well, partly because it was late thanks to fucking e-mail not fucking attaching right and blah. I'll do better next time, have no doubt about it.
...you know, I hadn't realized that this candle I've had for years is the Dark Tower. I'm not sure it was meant to be it, specifically, but...huh. It's black, with windows going up the side in a spiral, just as described in the books. Of course, they're red, which ain't right to the book...anyway.
Breakfast and puttering time.
Why, you ask?
I finished the Dark Tower series.
Jess and David both said I'd probably be unhappy that it ended...I guess I am. I've been reading this story--seven books--for months now, and I'd gotten quite attached to the story and the characters.
When Eddie died? I was sad.
When Jake died? I was even sadder.
But when Oy died? I cried. Yes, for the billybumbler, more than the humans. Maybe it was because it was 3:30 in the morning, but...yeah, that ripped my heart out more than Jake or Eddie.
And the ending with Susannah bothered me a little...I wonder if Eddie and Jake would be the same people if they hadn't gone through what they did with Roland. They might not be as tough, y'know? Or...you know, just the same. That's the only part that really bothered.
That and wondering/hoping to hell that the horn makes poor Roland's quest finally end...
The story really touched me, I won't try to deny that it did. Part of me wants to learn to talk in the lingo, so I can always remember it deeper that way. I'll probably have some Dark Tower influence in my tattoo, whenever I design and get one. The series already influenced my LJ--"suns and worlds by the million" is a line from The Gunslinger. It caught my attention and my fancy.
That's just how I am with stories, especially those that touch me so. If you think me silly or flakey for it, fine, but that's just how I am, may it do ya fine. Yar. ~.^
But anyway.
Got to sleep around 4:30, phone rang almost exactly 5 hours later to wake me up. And yet I'm not groggy or anything. Huh.
Going to eat breakfast, do some around-the-house chores, move some wood, mow the lawn when the grass dries off the dew, and generally not waste time until Mom feels up to going out to Willi to drop her car off. She's been feeling sick, sore throat and such, for a couple of days now. When she got home from breakfast*, and after Sears left, she whined that she didn't want to go to Willi, and wanted to call the whole thing off. I told her to stop whining and curl up in bed for a while until she felt better.
Yes, she went out to breakfast when she's feeling sick. She goes to Track Nine every single day, unless (A)it's closed, (B)we're not in town, (C)we're snowed in, or (D)we go elsewhere together, like Rein's, and even then she orders the exact same thing that she does as Track Nine. It's a habit, and I won't go further into it without her permission, as it's her issue and not mine to tell. Just thought I'd explain some.
I think Zach has a broken toe. I noticed that one claw on his left front paw was...off. Like, going at angle instead of straight out. I played with it a bit, and it was definitely off. Funny thing is, it doesn't seem to hurt him. He doesn't like me playing with his paw, more than his others, but he doesn't meow in pain, he isn't limping, he doesn't seem to feel anything. But when you look at it, it's like seeing an arm or leg bent the wrong way. It just looks wrong. I'm just glad he doesn't seem to feel it, although I won't say that doesn't alarm me some. He's probably due to go back in anyway, to check up on his weight and his overactive thyroid, so we'll make it sooner than it would have been, and see what's up with his paw.
Got an A (95) on my Marketing assignment. *beams with pride* And the group projects have begun. I'm not dreading the group part anymore, as I'm in a good one, without any over-active "A types" who will drive the rest of us "slackers" crazy ~.^ We just haven't been able to decide on a product or service yet, though I'm more worried about what comes after that. In group projects, I do better with just being told what to do and doing it. I'm a better sheep than I am a herding dog, can't help the truth.
We haven't elected a team leader yet, and it was definitely surprising to hear that they were thinking of electing me for the job. And even more surprising to find myself considering it, and admitting it here, especially after what I just said about being a sheep. I won't, though, it'll be a stressful enough project without being a leader for the first time.
Stressful, but fun, I can feel it. The project itself, and the class itself, will make it fun, as will the people I'm grouped with. Hell, one of them--Kurt, he's been in many of my other classes--has very nice pins all over his backpack, some with GIR, some with Felix the Cat, and one with "I found Jesus! He was behind the sofa the whole time." That's just an example of the people I'm with. Yay :)
Accounting exam didn't do as well, partly because it was late thanks to fucking e-mail not fucking attaching right and blah. I'll do better next time, have no doubt about it.
...you know, I hadn't realized that this candle I've had for years is the Dark Tower. I'm not sure it was meant to be it, specifically, but...huh. It's black, with windows going up the side in a spiral, just as described in the books. Of course, they're red, which ain't right to the book...anyway.
Breakfast and puttering time.