So my mother is disapointed in me. As usual. She said she could slap me. Or punch me. But I think what she meant was that She really hates listening to me fuck up my life, and if she thought it would work, would like to try to beat some sense into me. But it wouldn't work, so she doesn't have to worry about that.
She does have to worry, however, about ending up with another dog. She's been looking. Just the one sweet red golden retriever is not enough anymore. She is interested again. I always knew she wasn't a one dog woman. So she's looking at rescuing what is best described as a possible golden- dane cross. It is a huge puppy with big feet, that boxy giant-type breed head, mostly black fur, and a white patch on his chest. And he's 5 months old.
I told her that if she doesn't want him, she can ship him to me- I'm sure I could find something to do with him- like pet him and love him, and spoil him, and feed him, and chase him, and let him take over my bed.
Wow, I need a freaking dog.
j.
June 28, 2006
June 18, 2006
random, totally
Studying is good. Studying is important. Studying is a great way to not fail.
Wait, let me repeat that last one again- it's kinda important.
Studying is a great way to NOT FAIL.
Therefore, I am not studying. Well. Kinda
Actually, I'm taking an extended break from studying. Since about last week sometime, actually. Oops. Maybe I should be an art student after all. And see a shrink. And I don't have a personality. It's a nasty horrid lie. Really.
And a polite way of saying I'm a scatterbrained, freaky, nutso wackjob who's flighty as all hell.
But other than that, a great way to relax while studying that I've found is to read engrish.
Yes, Engrish, helping people relax since, oh, 2004 at least. With yummy bad translations, and all sorts of things you don't want children to see. Ever, if you can help it. But nothing about all your base are belong to us.
Which brings me to my next bit of procrasti... er... study break relaxation... yeah, that's it.
Finding neato geeky t-shirts. Like this one, that I shall some day be sappy enough to give to someone, who will then stare at me like I have two heads, and one is trying to eat the other. Well, people already stare at me like that, so let's say 4 heads involved in some little brainy shouting match with sticks. Yeah, that's it.
Hmmm.. maybe I would be a good art student. They don't even look at really crappy science grades in art. Hell, I could probably sell it to them as a great chance to see a different part of the world, you know, build up my life experience (of failing), and gain new perspective. Or some such total bull. Yeah... Now if only artists actually earned real money. That'd be nice.
See, I generally avoid artists and art. Not because I dislike them, oh no. That would make things far simpler. If I didn't like art, or artists, life would be far less expensive. Instead, I have to avoid art and artists, because art makes me aquisitive. And that really doesn't work when you're in school and insist on everything you own being light enough to carry by yourself while sprinting through the airport. (not that I meet that ideal right now... I can't really sprint at all. I turn this rather funny shade of scary and get neato blue lips, and make this creapy gasping dying sound. It's not pretty- And the golf equipment doesn't help, either)
So yeah, I hang out around artists, and I see art, and I think, wow, I really wouldn't mind waking up to see that painting (or pot, or photo, or...) across the room from me for the rest of my life. So yeah, art = expensive. Or illegal.
But I've wandered. Studying makes people pass. Or sleeping with the person who gives out the grades, but... yeah... no offense to any New Zealand types reading this, but... dude, you people are rather lacking in very hot professors. Unless they're all hiding in some department I'll never see. In which case, damn, people, send them over! I need aesthetically pleasing background people, and they're in scary short supply. And if one of them could read my notes off to me... yeah.
Oh, back to smutty boo.... er, chem, yeah, chem.
j.
Wait, let me repeat that last one again- it's kinda important.
Studying is a great way to NOT FAIL.
Therefore, I am not studying. Well. Kinda
Actually, I'm taking an extended break from studying. Since about last week sometime, actually. Oops. Maybe I should be an art student after all. And see a shrink. And I don't have a personality. It's a nasty horrid lie. Really.
And a polite way of saying I'm a scatterbrained, freaky, nutso wackjob who's flighty as all hell.
But other than that, a great way to relax while studying that I've found is to read engrish.
Yes, Engrish, helping people relax since, oh, 2004 at least. With yummy bad translations, and all sorts of things you don't want children to see. Ever, if you can help it. But nothing about all your base are belong to us.
Which brings me to my next bit of procrasti... er... study break relaxation... yeah, that's it.
Finding neato geeky t-shirts. Like this one, that I shall some day be sappy enough to give to someone, who will then stare at me like I have two heads, and one is trying to eat the other. Well, people already stare at me like that, so let's say 4 heads involved in some little brainy shouting match with sticks. Yeah, that's it.
Hmmm.. maybe I would be a good art student. They don't even look at really crappy science grades in art. Hell, I could probably sell it to them as a great chance to see a different part of the world, you know, build up my life experience (of failing), and gain new perspective. Or some such total bull. Yeah... Now if only artists actually earned real money. That'd be nice.
See, I generally avoid artists and art. Not because I dislike them, oh no. That would make things far simpler. If I didn't like art, or artists, life would be far less expensive. Instead, I have to avoid art and artists, because art makes me aquisitive. And that really doesn't work when you're in school and insist on everything you own being light enough to carry by yourself while sprinting through the airport. (not that I meet that ideal right now... I can't really sprint at all. I turn this rather funny shade of scary and get neato blue lips, and make this creapy gasping dying sound. It's not pretty- And the golf equipment doesn't help, either)
So yeah, I hang out around artists, and I see art, and I think, wow, I really wouldn't mind waking up to see that painting (or pot, or photo, or...) across the room from me for the rest of my life. So yeah, art = expensive. Or illegal.
But I've wandered. Studying makes people pass. Or sleeping with the person who gives out the grades, but... yeah... no offense to any New Zealand types reading this, but... dude, you people are rather lacking in very hot professors. Unless they're all hiding in some department I'll never see. In which case, damn, people, send them over! I need aesthetically pleasing background people, and they're in scary short supply. And if one of them could read my notes off to me... yeah.
Oh, back to smutty boo.... er, chem, yeah, chem.
j.
June 15, 2006
exams and tough decisions
Well, with half my real exams done, and just two more and the way lame-o fake SAT left to take, I have to say my confidance in even being allowed to stay in the country is rather lacking.
Physics was... um.... I think the best word is bad. It was in what might as well have been a gymnasium. It was a huge echoing hall, with ranks and ranks of tables. Like bad-movie SAT's, or something, with every sound twice as loud, and drafts, and... yeah. Very glad that's over. But I did get to see all kinds of wool samples, since the big drafty room from hell is in the "wool" building. Funny that....
Cells, well, cells was about as tough as I expected. I might possibly have BS'd my way to a C in the class, but doubt it was much better than that- the best I could do is like a 69 or 70 on the entire test, and I *know* I got some of them wrong. Like very wrong. Tho I am pretty sure that the chick who ate the franken-burger isn't now transgenic. Yeah.
So the way this goes now is- if I passed cells (but I don't think I did) and if I pass chem (but I don't know if I will) then I can stay and take the classes that someday lead me back into the vet program. I basically have longer to raise my GPA rather than having to get A+ on everything.
All for the bargain price of about 20k us, all inclusive.
Or with those grades I can go back and Wyoming will probably let me back in. I could take art classes- which neatly avoids most of my problems with normal classes- mainly that there is less very boring reading to do... not none, and that doesn't make it easy- if I wanted easy I'd finish the crap I need for an english degree... now that's easy.
And that I can do, getting a BA of some sort, in about 2 years. At which point I'm eligable for most of the european schools. Heck, I'm probably eligable for them now, if I just had a damned degree. And all that degree getting goodness for less than 30k us.
I shouldn't be looking at this from a money point, I know. I just... I don't know. New Zealand is nice and all, and I love the school itself, and the people in the vet department are really great, but... wow, the rest of it sucks. It's forever and a pile of money to get anywhere, it's expensive for what you get, they're all freaking short, the government treats us like an ATM, and the Financial Aid lady would make a nightmare carreer DMV worker look like a cute cuddly kitten.
Of course, I'd be back in wyoming... Hmmm... ah well, this would be so much less stressful If I actually thought the miracle fairy would come down from the place where all the food is yummy, and get me into vet.
Tho I guess you could say I did it to my own damned self...
ok, back to studying- I have a test tomorrow.
j.
Physics was... um.... I think the best word is bad. It was in what might as well have been a gymnasium. It was a huge echoing hall, with ranks and ranks of tables. Like bad-movie SAT's, or something, with every sound twice as loud, and drafts, and... yeah. Very glad that's over. But I did get to see all kinds of wool samples, since the big drafty room from hell is in the "wool" building. Funny that....
Cells, well, cells was about as tough as I expected. I might possibly have BS'd my way to a C in the class, but doubt it was much better than that- the best I could do is like a 69 or 70 on the entire test, and I *know* I got some of them wrong. Like very wrong. Tho I am pretty sure that the chick who ate the franken-burger isn't now transgenic. Yeah.
So the way this goes now is- if I passed cells (but I don't think I did) and if I pass chem (but I don't know if I will) then I can stay and take the classes that someday lead me back into the vet program. I basically have longer to raise my GPA rather than having to get A+ on everything.
All for the bargain price of about 20k us, all inclusive.
Or with those grades I can go back and Wyoming will probably let me back in. I could take art classes- which neatly avoids most of my problems with normal classes- mainly that there is less very boring reading to do... not none, and that doesn't make it easy- if I wanted easy I'd finish the crap I need for an english degree... now that's easy.
And that I can do, getting a BA of some sort, in about 2 years. At which point I'm eligable for most of the european schools. Heck, I'm probably eligable for them now, if I just had a damned degree. And all that degree getting goodness for less than 30k us.
I shouldn't be looking at this from a money point, I know. I just... I don't know. New Zealand is nice and all, and I love the school itself, and the people in the vet department are really great, but... wow, the rest of it sucks. It's forever and a pile of money to get anywhere, it's expensive for what you get, they're all freaking short, the government treats us like an ATM, and the Financial Aid lady would make a nightmare carreer DMV worker look like a cute cuddly kitten.
Of course, I'd be back in wyoming... Hmmm... ah well, this would be so much less stressful If I actually thought the miracle fairy would come down from the place where all the food is yummy, and get me into vet.
Tho I guess you could say I did it to my own damned self...
ok, back to studying- I have a test tomorrow.
j.
June 9, 2006
clothes (for studying in)
As usual these days, I should be studying. But I'm not.
What I am doing, is trying to decide if I should drop junk food and sugary soda, or just buy all new clothes.
Tough choice, I know. I mean, if I force myself to eat healthy, all I get is healthy eating, and people telling me I look like an animated corpse. If I keep eating junk, I get bad health, yummy food I don't have to cook, and all new clothes. Oh, and fat, but that's kinda off to the side, ya know?
Now normally, I wouldn't worry- I usually have a lovely selection of clothes, some of which show off my belly, and some which don't, but with the strict luggage limits I gave myself (must be able to carry on my own- all around town) I had to leave some things behind- like a second pair of size six jeans, for comfyness. And sweat pants, but I fixed that one.
Which brings me to my problem.
My favorite jeans- the ones that were so very soft when first I tried them on, that I had to buy them. The ones that tore across the backs of the thighs, so most people would stop wearing them. The ones so perfectly soft that they were like wearing flannel pjs- they ripped finally up from the crotch, to the zipper, and are now not wearable in public, even by me.
Which leaves me with two pair of size 4's and these thin stretchy ones I picked up in Cairo. And all are a little tight.
Have I mentioned here yet how very much I hate shopping for jeans? It may have something to do with the freakishly long legs, but I think it's more that I just hate shopping for jeans. Nah, it's the leg thing. I walk into a store, grab a pair that I know won't fit, they don't fit, I feel stupid. Repeat. By the end of the day, I'm ready to chop my legs off, just to get pants that end within an inch of the ground. Closer if possible. But no, my ankles must hang out. They must be on display, they must be ready for sudden painful flooding.
I hate shopping. Healthy food and cooking it is. Meh- cheaper anyway.
j.
What I am doing, is trying to decide if I should drop junk food and sugary soda, or just buy all new clothes.
Tough choice, I know. I mean, if I force myself to eat healthy, all I get is healthy eating, and people telling me I look like an animated corpse. If I keep eating junk, I get bad health, yummy food I don't have to cook, and all new clothes. Oh, and fat, but that's kinda off to the side, ya know?
Now normally, I wouldn't worry- I usually have a lovely selection of clothes, some of which show off my belly, and some which don't, but with the strict luggage limits I gave myself (must be able to carry on my own- all around town) I had to leave some things behind- like a second pair of size six jeans, for comfyness. And sweat pants, but I fixed that one.
Which brings me to my problem.
My favorite jeans- the ones that were so very soft when first I tried them on, that I had to buy them. The ones that tore across the backs of the thighs, so most people would stop wearing them. The ones so perfectly soft that they were like wearing flannel pjs- they ripped finally up from the crotch, to the zipper, and are now not wearable in public, even by me.
Which leaves me with two pair of size 4's and these thin stretchy ones I picked up in Cairo. And all are a little tight.
Have I mentioned here yet how very much I hate shopping for jeans? It may have something to do with the freakishly long legs, but I think it's more that I just hate shopping for jeans. Nah, it's the leg thing. I walk into a store, grab a pair that I know won't fit, they don't fit, I feel stupid. Repeat. By the end of the day, I'm ready to chop my legs off, just to get pants that end within an inch of the ground. Closer if possible. But no, my ankles must hang out. They must be on display, they must be ready for sudden painful flooding.
I hate shopping. Healthy food and cooking it is. Meh- cheaper anyway.
j.
June 5, 2006
things I'm learning while studying (that have nothing to do with the subject)
It takes 6 times as long to go over the info from a lecture if you're watching a movie, chatting online, talking on the phone, and eating at the same time
It takes much more time to go over physics than anything else
I like to make stupid mistakes
I can go thru bio lectures in 30 minutes if I don't goof off or listen to music at the same time
I make lots of stupid mistakes- like misreading 3.0m/s as 30m/s
I need new glasses
Chocolate ice cream (movenpick brand) makes very yummy but expensive breakfast. Yum Yum.
Study physics first- brain shuts down fast without caffeine, bio don't need as much thinking, just remembering.
Always have caffeine around. Tea doesn't count.
Starting to study 2 weeks (or months) ago like I said I would would've made this much, much easier.
I still have time to learn it all. If only I could find the on switch for my brain.
I have the attention span of a 2 year old. On crack.
j.
It takes much more time to go over physics than anything else
I like to make stupid mistakes
I can go thru bio lectures in 30 minutes if I don't goof off or listen to music at the same time
I make lots of stupid mistakes- like misreading 3.0m/s as 30m/s
I need new glasses
Chocolate ice cream (movenpick brand) makes very yummy but expensive breakfast. Yum Yum.
Study physics first- brain shuts down fast without caffeine, bio don't need as much thinking, just remembering.
Always have caffeine around. Tea doesn't count.
Starting to study 2 weeks (or months) ago like I said I would would've made this much, much easier.
I still have time to learn it all. If only I could find the on switch for my brain.
I have the attention span of a 2 year old. On crack.
j.
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