Sort-of-deal fell through.  Owner realized too late that the car was actually in his dad's name.  Owner's Dad is withholding permission to sell car until such time as Owner passes his finals.  Sucks to be Owner.  As for me, the hunt is still on ( Read more... )

Exam #2 out of three in French is done.  It never feels like I've studied enough.  Eh, hell, thank goodness it's over ( Read more... )

I graduate in one month and four days.  It's becoming hard to concentrate on my studies as the end of the semester approaches and out-of-school life gets more complex.  Today, for example, I have to finish off my online homework for the coming week because this is pretty much the only chance I'll have to do it.  Then: study for a French exam on ( Read more... )

Accountability post: I'm hunting for a car.  So far, I've sent (checks) three e-mails to total strangers who are trying to sell their cars through Craigslist.  Not a lot, but it's a start.  The vehicles themselves vary widely.  It's time I took care of this.  I've already put it off long enough, as work will start in a couple of weeks and I don't ( Read more... )

I want to start writing prose again.  Of course, I'm finding it difficult.  The last thing I finished was my Yuletide story, which came with a timestamp.  That's probably the reason I was able to finish it at all; I knew that I'd have to put a coherent story together by a certain date.  Before that, I hadn't finished anything for some months or ( Read more... )

Tomorrow (Sunday): sleep in, spend afternoon getting ahead of the game on school reading and essays/homework.  Bake bread and otherwise see house is provisioned.  Edit, Tuesday Feb. 15: it all went nicely.

Because:

Monday: take bus to Buffaloton to borrow car from parents, back to school for discussion section in history (ends 12:05 p.m.), drive to ( Read more... )

I just came back from my first, and probably last, kendo practice at Miskatonic.  In pursuit of my goal (to be a Renaissance woman and proficient in a martial art), I want to learn a sword discipline.  Kendo, however, isn't something I can do.  That's not because of the teachers, who were all kind, businesslike young guys.  It's not because of ( Read more... )

( Rejection slips, best of luck placing it elsewhere )

I'm in an agitated state of mind.  It's like a jolt of inspiration, though it isn't getting me anywhere yet.  It feels like I am Frankenstein's monster and they hooked up my electrodes and zapped me back to life.  It's something like the effects of hunger and thirst and twitchy nerves, but it's still with me even after a snack, a drink of water, ( Read more... )

December 3rd, eleven-thirty-nine p.m.  Sa-weet Jeezis ( Read more... )