Ooooh, handy! A Scholarship Finder for all students. I like free money!
Today is going to be a long day.
I have class from 9:30 to 10:30 and then I have to go to the library to get books and such for my research outline that’s due in a week, and lord knows if I will be able to find anything decent in the time I have. (It’s for American Lit class. I’m doing my paper either on Harriet Beecher Stowe or Nathaniel Hawthorne, because I’ve read both of the novels by them, and I’ve not got anywhere near Melville’s Moby Dick. At least not yet.)
Tuesday sees the due date of my short essay on a book. For that I’ve chosen that Atwood book I mentioned before Negotiating With the Dead. It’s a page-turner, at least for me. So that essay should be relatively easy. (Here I go, I always get so worried about writing these things, and they do seem to turn out ok in the end despite my worrying.)
At 1 I have to be at work. Looks like our erstwhile part-timer has been unable to appear, yet again, so it will just be K and I. I have to stay until 9:30. I hope it’s not a dead day. Time goes so slowly when it’s dead. (and times like that that I get all uptight, because there are better things I could be doing.) At least tomorrow I only have a 9-12.
I should do laundry tomorrow.
I have no socks.
Miss Kitten’s new game is waking me up by batting either my face or my shoulder with her paw. Sans claws thankfully. Accompanying this is a constant monologue of chirrups and purr sounds. If it wasn’t so cute I might find her annoying. It’s a much better alarm system than J’s awful BRAAAP BRAAAP BRAAAP sound coming from his clock radio.
Boo-ya! I had a fabulous idea for my first workshop story today. I always end up writing something new for workshops. I don’t know why I think that all the other stuff I write during the year is never quite right, but I do. Perhaps it’s my perception of the audience?
Anyway, I laid down after class today just to think, and I dozed off. J came and put a blankie over me and set the alarm so I wouldn’t be late for work. (Isn’t he a sweetie?) and when I was in that state that’s somewhere between sleeping and waking I had it. The whole story came to me in one solid little lump. I’d had the opening image come about a year ago, but I could never DO anything with it. Now I can. Now I’ve written the outline, all I have to do is actually flesh it out nicely. I even have the symbols lined up nicely, without even having to try that hard. The same thing happened last year with Peach Oasis. Excited to write that now.
If only it would happen the same way with me ‘remembered place or event’ assignment or the novel response I have to do for the same week. I almost dug up something I wrote in Nanaimo to see if it would trigger something, because it was a similar assignment. I don’t know, I guess it’s because I’m not sure how to get to the significance behind the memory.
I hate sleeping in the middle of the day, it messes me up. I think my body needed it though, because I do feel a little more human than I have in the last few days. It’s that bone-tired one gets just before they get sick. I have this nasty stuffy feeling starting in my sinuses. I’m hoping that it doesn’t turn into a full-blown cold. My headache’s eased off too, which is nice. It’s hard to think while you have a spike throbbing behind your left eye. If I get enough sleep tonight, it should be gone tomorrow.
The parental unit is coming for a visit tomorrow. 😉 She wants to shop.
Good news about the store. They’ve set a date for the move back, and the ‘grand opening’. Move’s on the 23rd and the opening is on the 26th. YAY new store.
Have been thinking about Gnome’s entry on manipulation. Not that I’m aware of what she’s referring to, but it got me thinking. No one likes to be manipulated. I certainly don’t. Martin was very good at it. So good, I hardly realised he was doing it most times. I think that’s part of the reason I was so angry with Amber when she pulled that bullshit regarding J. She was trying to manipulate me into dumping him. She purposely made social situations with her difficult. Also the ‘I thought you loved me, why would you purposely hurt me’ line in the letter she sent me got my hackles up because that was the same kind of shit that Martin pulled. Ok, maybe she thinks she’s protecting me, but I certainly don’t need it. Not like that. How hard is it to be straight with me and treat me like an adult? So yeah, Gnome. I think I understand what you mean. (And please tell me if I have ever been guilty of doing this to you!) How the hell is anyone supposed to learn anything if they’re not allowed to make their own mistakes?
Gah. Sappy today. Was watching The 4400 on TV… and I actually got tears in my eyes when I saw the scene where a bunch of people in a community started to clean up graffiti in a park after their local vigilante got killed (over the graffiti, I might add) because he really had made a difference. I did it yesterday at some point during CSI, and I’ve even started doing it at some of the more sappy of commercials. I’m starting to scare myself, lol! Just call me sentimental. 😉
Kitten’s doing her “I’m the cutest kitten that ever was” routine and rolling around in the middle of the hallway and showing her belly. I think it pisses Cinder off, because she’s sitting under my feet trying to out-purr Kitten.
I have a long day tomorrow. I’m considering not going to my last class. I suppose it depends on how I feel at 4, doesn’t it? I have an appointment at a dermatologist in the am. We’ll see if mom was right about the mole on my shoulder or not. She said it had gotten bigger. I can’t see it, so I’m not sure. Wish me luck.
My mystery film turned out to be of Am’s wedding. I thought I’d had all my films developed from that. It looks like I spent a lot of time looking at my feet. (I mean, yeah, those shoes did give me a blister between my toes, but you;d think that someone’d be able to catch a picture of me not looking down. Apparently not. Go figure.
I went downtown today with J and had lunch out. That was nice, we’ve not had the opportunity to do much of that this summer, what with one thing or another. He had his hair cut. It’s going to take some getting used to. He’s always either had a buzz, floppy or spiky hair. This is a totally different cut, more mature or something. I can’t put my finger on it, but I like it. I can actually see his eyes since his hair’s not flopping in them.
Mom’s coming this weekend. This is her week off so she’s going to come down to ‘shop’ for some things she needs. It’s about time she bought herself some clothes. Since this is the case I want to try to get up to “Drunken Duncan” the weekend after. I’d like to see Am and the new wee one. Still kind of weird about Am in a way. I don’t think she realizes exactly what she did. Oh well. Not much I can do about that anymore anyway.
I’ve been attempting to write my story for Wednesday. I’m having trouble getting out of the fantasy sci-fi kick I’ve been on recently. I have to keep telling myself I’m NOT writing a werewolf story, nor am I writing an epic. Argh-ness.
I keep thinking how much i like my blog. It really is a good place for me to vent. It’s nice because all of these things I write, I know other people might read it and I don’t seem to care that they read it. I used to keep a diary that was secret, but that wasn’t as liberating as this is. I like this.
I actually wrote a scenario for my novel today, and let John read it. No one ever gets to read my first drafts. I must be getting braver.
In think now that I’ve identified what it is that’s stressing me out, I’m starting to feel a bit more human. It’s hard to get out of bed some days still, but there is actually an end in sight. it’s the job. I’m actually thinking about changing places of employment to one that would harmonize better with my mind frame. Something that goes better with school anyway. It’s the fact that I handed in a C paper and I know that I am capable of so much more. I’ll stop being frustrated with that later. I’m just glad that i thought to do my poetry assignment for this week ages ago, so it’s DONE! Good for me.
John’s started a blog now too. He’s been reading mine, and I think he’s starting to see what it is that goes on in my head, and how this helps me to sort it all out. Everybody should have a blog. Amber started a Journal this week. I gave her one so that she could write everything in her head down so she could sleep. This bitch-woman landlord thing is really gnawing at her. It doesn’t help that she’s a bit obsessive. Ok, maybe a lot obsessive, but we all have our quirks. At least she’s slept some the last couple of nights.
Mmm, I smell pizza. John’s reading Harry Potter now. We went to go and see the movie this last Saturday. It was very good, it kept to the book really well. They had to leave some of it out though, I mean it was nearly a three hour movie with what it kept! Anyway, John’s just eating the book up now. It makes me happy, because I liked the books alot and I like sharing things like that with others.
Well, if we don’t start the movie we rented soon, we won’t get much sleep at all tonight, so more later.