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Dad and I actually got an early start on the yard work for once on Sunday. He's starting to piss me off though, because he'll just from one thing to another before finishing anything. And often NOTHING ends up getting done that way. But I kept yelling at him, so he did better this week.
We put up a few more boards on the grape vine, but then ran out of nails. We put in posts for the new garden fence, and tied the fence up. He smashed my thumb knuckle with the back of the hatchet in the process of hitting one of the poles into the ground. I thought maybe he broke it, because yesterday it was still hurting like hell if I moved it. But, today it doesn't hurt as bad, has a little scab, and is only a little red and swollen. I cut the front and back lawn, we made a new box frame for the small plating bed, and put up the flag pole in the back yard.
By the end of the day, I was super dirty, tired, and also tan. I took a soak in the tub, and then settled in to write my World Civilization paper. But I was just too tired. I told Alex to call me around 8 or 9 to wake me up, and I took a nap. He woke me up at 8:30, and I got to work.
I only made it to two and a half pages. I said fuck it, I doubt Harold will really care, and called it a night.
Monday when I got to the school I pulled out my laptop and worked on my paper more. I filled it in with bullshit, more bullshit, and made sure I didn't use any contractions. Then I changed it to 13 point font and Courier New, and viola, six pages! Seven, including my works cited page. I printed it out, and that was that. In class all we did was review for the final on Wednesday and turn in our papers.
Alex and I spent the rest of the day cuddling and talking, mostly.
I told him I was thinking about going to Taxidermy school. But it's 6 hours away, and for 7 months. He said he'd miss me if I did go, but he thinks I should do it. I think I should do it, too, it's just..I hate being in places where I don't know anyone. If I was still at home, I wouldn't care so much because I'd be able to see people still. But being that far away, I won't be able to come back very often, even though there's only classes 4 days a week and 2 week breaks between each section of course material.
Alix was also looking into that school, apparently. If she goes, I won't have a problem with going, because at least that's one person I'll know, so I'll be more comfortable. But I don't want to just decide not to go if she doesn't go too. I think this is something I NEED to do. For myself, not any one else. Dad supports the idea, Faraone supports the idea. It would be a good experience for me to be away on my own, plus I'll be learning the skill of a craft that are always in demand. If I'm good at it, I'm pretty much guaranteed a job, be it with a Taxidermy shop or starting out on my own. They teach not only the hands on stuff, but also the business side of the trade, so I'll be well rounded and know what must be done in all areas of the field.
The other school I looked into is, I think, in Vermont or Maine. I still haven't gotten my information packet from them, though. I guess at the least, I'll send in the questionnaire from the PA Institute of Taxidermy and see how much tuition is and if financial aid will be able to cover it. I'll take it one step at a time and see where the cards fall. If it's all within reach, I'll just jump and take the plunge. If it's not...well...back to having no clue what I'm going to do.
Today I turned in my Photoshop disc, and by turned in I mean slipped it under Ken's door, because I couldn't find him.
Now I'm sitting around until my Film final at 1, waiting to see Joe so I can talk to him about my portfolio. Urk.
I should turn off my computer, in case I need to re-burn my portfolio disc for Joe...
Last night I had dreams involving feeding lots of pills to a dog, my head being chewed on by a leopard, being held captive in some kind of sex house, and running into the arms of a firefighter and refusing to let him go, then cuddling with him on a couch. O.o
We put up a few more boards on the grape vine, but then ran out of nails. We put in posts for the new garden fence, and tied the fence up. He smashed my thumb knuckle with the back of the hatchet in the process of hitting one of the poles into the ground. I thought maybe he broke it, because yesterday it was still hurting like hell if I moved it. But, today it doesn't hurt as bad, has a little scab, and is only a little red and swollen. I cut the front and back lawn, we made a new box frame for the small plating bed, and put up the flag pole in the back yard.
By the end of the day, I was super dirty, tired, and also tan. I took a soak in the tub, and then settled in to write my World Civilization paper. But I was just too tired. I told Alex to call me around 8 or 9 to wake me up, and I took a nap. He woke me up at 8:30, and I got to work.
I only made it to two and a half pages. I said fuck it, I doubt Harold will really care, and called it a night.
Monday when I got to the school I pulled out my laptop and worked on my paper more. I filled it in with bullshit, more bullshit, and made sure I didn't use any contractions. Then I changed it to 13 point font and Courier New, and viola, six pages! Seven, including my works cited page. I printed it out, and that was that. In class all we did was review for the final on Wednesday and turn in our papers.
Alex and I spent the rest of the day cuddling and talking, mostly.
I told him I was thinking about going to Taxidermy school. But it's 6 hours away, and for 7 months. He said he'd miss me if I did go, but he thinks I should do it. I think I should do it, too, it's just..I hate being in places where I don't know anyone. If I was still at home, I wouldn't care so much because I'd be able to see people still. But being that far away, I won't be able to come back very often, even though there's only classes 4 days a week and 2 week breaks between each section of course material.
Alix was also looking into that school, apparently. If she goes, I won't have a problem with going, because at least that's one person I'll know, so I'll be more comfortable. But I don't want to just decide not to go if she doesn't go too. I think this is something I NEED to do. For myself, not any one else. Dad supports the idea, Faraone supports the idea. It would be a good experience for me to be away on my own, plus I'll be learning the skill of a craft that are always in demand. If I'm good at it, I'm pretty much guaranteed a job, be it with a Taxidermy shop or starting out on my own. They teach not only the hands on stuff, but also the business side of the trade, so I'll be well rounded and know what must be done in all areas of the field.
The other school I looked into is, I think, in Vermont or Maine. I still haven't gotten my information packet from them, though. I guess at the least, I'll send in the questionnaire from the PA Institute of Taxidermy and see how much tuition is and if financial aid will be able to cover it. I'll take it one step at a time and see where the cards fall. If it's all within reach, I'll just jump and take the plunge. If it's not...well...back to having no clue what I'm going to do.
Today I turned in my Photoshop disc, and by turned in I mean slipped it under Ken's door, because I couldn't find him.
Now I'm sitting around until my Film final at 1, waiting to see Joe so I can talk to him about my portfolio. Urk.
I should turn off my computer, in case I need to re-burn my portfolio disc for Joe...
Last night I had dreams involving feeding lots of pills to a dog, my head being chewed on by a leopard, being held captive in some kind of sex house, and running into the arms of a firefighter and refusing to let him go, then cuddling with him on a couch. O.o