★Sparkle & Shine★ (stroll) wrote, @ 2004-12-19 15:54:00

Hello to anyone who might still be checking this.

I am alive and well, though the well is questionable. Right now I am at my school in what I like to think of as my own little private office working on essay questions that are due Tuesday, and then I am done for the semester. Actually, I'm coming here to continue avoiding working on those fucking questions. When I got them on the last day of class, I glanced over them and had one of those moments when you realize, "I should have paid better attention."

So things are hectic and overwhelming with Christmas coming up. I fly home to the Motherland on Tuesday, and I've been trying to get everything in order, though procrastination has been my downfall. I have to get my house clean before the cat-feeder comes. I have to do laundry as I have been wearing the same pants for three days now (and I have a ton of clothes, so it has really gone too long with the laundry avoidance). I have to finish these questions. I have to work Monday and have an important doctor's appointment afterwards, which I might reschedule, though they will be pissed since I will do so on the day of the appointment, especially after the secretary called to confirm on Friday.

In other news, I applied for a new job with my employer, as a writer for one of the units. It would fit me perfectly as it has to do with theology and ethics, both of which I am pretty knowledgable. However, the support staff union-like thing that negotiates our contracts held a meeting and we had to give up a little in order to get a little more. The job would be a promotion to "executive" level and I'd no longer be a part of the union anyway. But, as they are having trouble with the budget this year (not uncommon in non-profits) there is a "freeze" on jobs until at least May when they get it worked out. I'm trying not to get my hopes up anyway, because I have continued trouble with lateness which has scarred my record there, not to mention my job performance is not up to snuff according to my supervisors.

Going home is always stressful, and for seven days I will be at the mercy of my parents who still think I am fifteen years old.

Next semester I only have on class to take and the one after that, I will write my thesis. My favorite professor agreed to be my advisor on said thesis, and she was very complimentary in her email to me though I sometimes think that she, like most people, suspects that I am mildly retarded. Perhaps I am.

More later, perhaps.

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