| I'm moving! |
[08 Oct 2005|07:10pm] |
To all of my beloved Blurty friends:
I have decided to move to Livejournal, under the same name. Come and find me if you'd like!
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[10 Sep 2005|10:46pm] |
There has unfortunately been another mouse death. Pete (named when I was still working under the assumption that she was a male-this was, of course, before she presented me with at least one litter of babies) is gone, passed away last night. She was the same age as Brutus, so I am not entirely surprised-although I am entirely sad.
*Sigh.* That is the trouble with cute and furry things. They really don't last very long.
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[08 Sep 2005|11:14am] |
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Brutus died this morning. I'm fairly sure it was just of old age. I am very sad to see him go.
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| A strange ending to a long weekend. |
[07 Sep 2005|10:53am] |
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To make a long story short, my carbon monoxide detector went off last night. I had to ring the gas company and the fire department, and two large fire trucks showed up in my driveway. It turned out to be a fault in the hot water heater, which has now been fixed. There is a whole lot more to the story than that, but I'm still recovering from the excitement of it all.
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[29 Aug 2005|10:18pm] |
The first day of Biology went surprisingly well.
The instructor seems to be an amiable sort of man. Inclined towards endlessly rambling, but nice, just the same. Perhaps even a little lenient, although I'll have to take the first exam to know for sure. There are very few undergraduates in the course, most of the members being post-baccalaureates like myself, which means that mostly everyone will take the course seriously. The text is more-or-less the same as the one that I used for my very first Biology course, which means that I will save a bit of money where books are concerned, and it so happens that my teaching assistant is the same as well. While he is far too focused on using silly computer programs, and while taking a lab with him requires almost as much work as three courses, he can almost be considered an old friend-and I am more than familiar with his teaching style. Also, having evening courses means that I do not need to purchase a parking pass-which saves even more money (and means that I can park closer to campus). Finally, I have the day off next Monday-which will mean a lovely four-day weekend.
There are a few not-so-wonderful things about the class, such as the fact that a few of my old fairweather friends from Organic Chemistry are taking it, (and are as warm and inviting as they ever were, stuck-up prats) but I will not dwell on any of that right now. I am too tired.
Besides, I have even more good news. I have found and fallen madly in love with a new doctor. Well, not in love in the romantic sense, but he is just about the nicest man ever to prescribe my medication-and not only does he respect my intelligence, but he allows me to be an active participant in my medical treatment. He trusts my judgement (which cannot be said for my dermatologist, whom I have recently sacked). Furthermore, he seems to be smarter than all of my past doctors combined-but is not prone to prattling on just to hear the sound of his own voice. The beginning of a wonderful medical relationship, I hope.
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| Whatever happened to Upperclass Twit? |
[21 Aug 2005|03:52pm] |
Here I am! For anyone who's interested, here's what I've been up to:
After months of Physics, I am having a real vacation. No studying, no tests, and no long commutes to Burlington. So far I've been out to dinner, rented more than my fair share of movies, gone shopping for fall clothing, (an excursion that was only partially successful, due to the fact that I am not at all fond of capri pants or bellbottoms) discovered the local library, and spent a good amount of time reading in the bathtub. I've also started exercising, much to the delight of my ever-expanding thighs.
I finally got around to cleaning out my apartment, as well as the garage. This, coupled with the fact that I tend to hold on to useless objects for decades before realizing that I will never use them, produced at least ten full garbage bags. I am happy to be rid of it all, and the apartment looks much more organized.
That's about it. I have eight days remaining before the insanity begins again, and I plan to do my best to enjoy them.
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| Holy cow! |
[12 Aug 2005|06:52pm] |
A+ in Physics. With an outstanding evaluation to match.
I've never had an A+ before... and I've never deserved one so much in my life.
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| Physics is finished. |
[12 Aug 2005|06:21pm] |
I am now through with my Physics class-the first half of it, anyway. Not sure what my grade is as of yet, since finding it on the student website is only slightly less complicated than finding my way through the Bermuda Triangle, but I am happy to be done with everything just the same.
It's funny, but I am going to miss the little goblin who taught the class. He might have been a tough teacher, but he was a stand-up chap.
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| General update. |
[06 Aug 2005|09:57am] |
I am in the final days of my summer Physics class. The final exam will take place on Friday of next week. Needless to say, I am very anxious to be done with it all, as I am dangerously close to reaching my breaking point. One can only study for four to seven hours a day, seven days a week, for so long before one's brain threatens to implode.
Luckily, I had a bit of a break on Wednesday. An old friend was in town for the week, and we met up for lunch and some light shopping before we went to her house for dinner. It was lovely to see her again and to feel as if my life consisted of something more than studying and loneliness for the first time in months. It was wonderful to see her mother and step-family, and to spend hours showing them my jewelry pieces (I haven't heard that many compliments at once in quite some time). Most of all, it was wonderful to be with people who have known me for nearly a decade-and who accept me, strangeness and all, without judgement. Not something easily found, I must say.
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| So very stressed! |
[20 Jul 2005|10:55am] |
My physics professor had a very nasty surprise for us yesterday, in the form of a fifty-five question take-home exam. A good portion of it is on material that he has not even covered yet. It is due on Friday of this week, along with a lab report and a set of homework problems. I believe that it will be followed by a quiz.
I managed to do thirty-nine questions last night, but it took several hours to do so. Most of what is left over is completely foreign to me. I am exhausted beyone belief, and I do not know how I will do everything in time. On top of it all I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, which will take up several hours, what with all of the driving back and forth.
Well, I'll just have to do the best I can, I suppose. It is an open-book exam, so I will not be completely in the dark. The lab report can take a bit of a back seat, as it is worth the smallest percentage of my grade, and the homework problems are nearly complete. If I keep myself on a tight schedule and do my best to avoid distraction, I should be alright.
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| A few very good things... |
[15 Jul 2005|04:37pm] |
First of all, my father no longer expects me to come and live at his house while he is away. He understands that I have a summer class and a long commute, and he has enlisted his housekeeper to bring him his mail each day. This is a tremendous weight off my shoulders.
Second of all, I gave him a call this afternoon and offered to buy him a copy of the latest Harry Potter book. He is as big of a fan as I am, and he was very thrilled. He seems to be in far better spirits.
In addition, I have finally gotten around to sorting out my financial aid situation, making my doctor's appointments and making my hair appointment (I have decided to keep it short). I have a bit of a phone-phobia, so I am fairly pleased with myself for getting it all over with.
Finally, today in Physics I solved a problem correctly before the instructor was able to. He had it wrong the first time around, and after fifteen minutes he came up with the same answer that I'd had all along. Perhaps there is hope for me yet?
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| What am I going to do?! |
[05 Jul 2005|08:25pm] |
My father slipped on some stairs and is now in the hospital, with his knee in a cast. He will be in the rehabillitation unit for three weeks. Tonight I received a telephone call from one of my half brothers, telling me that I should call him. I did, and it was then that my father told me that he expected me to come and *live at his house* for two or three weeks while he is gone, so that I can clean and get the mail.
I, of course, absolutely cannot do this. His home is two hours away from my own, and Burlington, where I have classes twice a week, is an hour and a half away in the opposite direction. I need to fit in at least four hours of studying per day, and this is already with six hours of driving per week. How am I supposed to commute every day? How am I supposed to commute three and a half hours to class? How can I do this and not fail Physics, which I need for medical school? How can I do this and not become completely insane?
I offered to go to his place once a week and look after things, but he told me it wasn't good enough.
I cannot take the guilt and the manipulation. Yes, this man is my father-but how can I literally give up my life for his, especially when he terrorized me with his drinking for most of my young life and broke my heart by telling me that I would never be a doctor?
All of my siblings are older and have steady careers and spouses, so it has been easier for them to house-sit. They expect me to completely drop my life and my career plans! My fat, lazy, useless eldest sister hasn't been to visit him once (she sent her husband in her stead). No one is yelling at her. There is simply more pressure on me because I am the family scapegoat, and everyone is just looking for another excuse to revile me. There is more pressure on me because everyone is literally hoping that I will fail.
I am willing to do the best that I can, but once per week is all that I can manage. I don't like feeling like a nasty person. I also don't like having unrealistic expectations placed upon me. What about his housekeeper? Isn't it her job to clean? To make a long stort short, it is her fault that his knee was injured in the first place-so shouldn't she help him>
On top of that, I think that he is expecting me to *bring him the mail* at the hospital every day, which is another half an hour away from everything.
I am so upset that I feel like... like throwing things.
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[08 Jun 2005|09:11am] |
I haven't had much time for writing these past few days. I have been working on physics- and nothing but. I seem to be getting a handle on it bit by bit, although there are a few more things that I will have to work on if I am to understand kinematics fully.
I had a nice chat with the professor, who urged me not to drop the class. He claims that he will do everything in his power to help me, including assign extra credit work if it is required. He also gave me the name of a very good physics book that is absolutely loaded with practice problems. In spite of his orders to take a break, I spent a few hours last night doing extra problems. I also had my first productive help session with the professor after class, and it turns out that he really is capable of explaining concepts-he just needs a little prompting.
At any rate, I more than likely will not have a lot of time for writing this summer. I have ten very long physics problems due Friday, plus another batch due Tuesday, as well as a take-home exam due Tuesday and not one, but two lab reports. I do not know how I will fit it all in! I have a feeling that the entire summer will continue in such a fashion.
I will keep up with reading friends' entries and commenting, but unless something really important happens, this space will be a bit inactive.
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| The physics saga... |
[27 May 2005|10:01pm] |
Now that we are moving past such trivial concepts as significant figures and dimensional analysis, I am beginning to take an interest in physics. In fact, this is a gross understatement. During class I found myself on the edge of my seat, wondering when I could go home and read more about vectors. I must say, it is wonderful to be excited about the learning process.
( All is not entirely well in the land of summer physics, however...
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| Hair has been fixed. |
[16 May 2005|08:03pm] |
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Well, the new stylist did a very nice job on my hair. It is quite, quite short, but not so short as to be boyish. Although I do prefer longer hair, I might just like this new style, at least until it grows out. There are still curls, and there are no more horrible layers. What is more, I now have a regular hairdresser. On top of that, she has an adorable little dog named "Susie," who sits around the salon and charms waiting clients.
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| Hurray! |
[16 May 2005|09:47am] |
I have very, very good news.
My calculus professor responded to my request for my final grade. I was hoping for an A minus in the course, but apparently, I have an A! A nice, solid A! What is more, Dr. Foote told me that it was nice having me in class. He wished me all the best in my medical career and offered to help me out in any way, including writing a letter of recommendation. I wrote back to him and told him just what a great professor he is-and let him know that he is one of my favorites. *Sigh.* This was just the news that I needed to boost my confidence.
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[13 May 2005|12:51pm] |
I have just finished taking my Organic Chemistry final. It wasn't impossible, per se, but it was fairly challenging-and I do not know if I did well on it. I only know that I am now completely and utterly finished with Organic Chemistry-and that I am terribly happy about the fact.
I also know that I am completely and utterly exhausted. I did not sleep very well last night, except for a few hours- and I awoke at five in the morning to the sounds of birds outside the window.
I am not functioning very well at the moment, and I am wondering how I will be able to take my Calculus final in three hours. I am tempted to nap, but I fear that I will not wake up in time.
As soon as I am finished with exams and the drive home, I am going to sleep.
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| Why twits do not sleep... |
[09 May 2005|11:18am] |
These past few weeks have been horrible, as far as my sleeping habits have been concerned.
I am normally a fan of animals, but I am quickly starting to really and truly hate *birds*- and to wish that I had a few flying cats around. At first, my fine feathered fiends woke me up at nine in the morning-which is fairly acceptable, as it is my usual waking time when I do not have classes. Soon, however, they took to chirping and shrieking at eight, then half past seven, then six, and finally, they were up and making noise before even a shred of daylight passed through the trees.
There is also the matter of my broken door. Even when closed, it likes to make creaking sounds and to slam itself shut, as if it has been left wide open. I have taken to placing an old book against the door to keep it quiet, but I often forget, as I am often exhausted.
Then, there are the panic attacks. Knowing that I will be disturbed by winged demons and loose doors causes me to wake up in a panic-and while I may set my alarm for an hour or so later, in hopes of getting back to sleep, I am always too tense to follow through with it.
In short, I am a tiny little mess at the moment. It is never a good idea to fool around with my sleeping patterns, and I am contemplating making a slingshot and filling it with popcorn kernels to shoot at my new little enemies.
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| On having fun... |
[01 May 2005|12:02pm] |
Last night I discovered an excellent way to at least temporarily cure myself of stress. It so happens that the best way to relieve stress and to gain new perspective on life is to go out and have some good, clean, wholesome fun.
Last night I went out with my friend Philip (who is the young man with whom I went out to dinner a few weekends ago). We had chinese food and told each other dirty jokes and laughed until we could barely swallow our dinner. We then went to a local bowling alley and played video games for several hours. By the time I came home it was close to midnight, and I was exhausted. I must say, it was the most fun that I have had in months.
It is wonderful to have a real friend in this place. Someone with whom I can be myself without fear of being rejected, someone whose approval I do not have to work to gain. It is a far cry from my stiff social interactions with the snooty trollops in my Chemistry class, and a welcome change.
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[24 Apr 2005|09:54am] |
Yesterday marked a post-birthday visit to my father. I was rather dreading it, for not only was the weather acting up, but I was feeling considerably under it. Certainly in no mood to spend a total of four hours driving.
It went well enough, however. We hardly did a thing besides chat and watch a silly Golf match on television, but I would count it as a successful visit, as the number of horrible pictures taken of myself was minimal, and my father made very little in the way of insensitive comments. He did insist on putting me on the telephone with anyone who happened to ring him, which meant that I spoke to two perfect strangers who gave their regards, but I do prefer strangers to relatives. In addition, he suggested that I do some grocery shopping in his refrigerator to help rid him of excess fruit and sandwich meats, and I did so-knowing that there was really no way around it, no matter how out-of-date everything was.
I also did something that I would normally not do. My father was watching the horse races on television, and he chose a horse to bet on- and insisted on my doing the same. Reluctantly, I chose "Coin Silver," an animal new to the world of racing and thought to have quite a bit of potential. It seemed as if my fellow was going to take last place, but during the last half of the race, he promptly picked up the pace-and won. A very lucky guess on my part.
The visit ended with my father offering to give me one of his vehicles, as I have had so many troubles with my own. This was a very kind gesture, but I declined, as the Lincoln which he offered is nearly twenty years old-and would surely not survive the commute to Burlington.
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[12 Apr 2005|10:25am] |
Today is my last full day of studying before the Chemistry exam. I must say, I still do not feel as prepared as I would like. I intended to wake up early today so that I could fit studying, the finishing touches on my lab report and a pre-lab writeup into the day and still have time to look into taking classes at Norwich University, but a particularly comfortable bed and a particularly nice dream prevented me from doing so. Ah well, I'll do my best from here.
I have decided that I will not attend the Chemistry review session tomorrow morning so that I will have time to watch the lab video and review my note cards. I have also decided that I will save half of the pre-lab writeup for tomorrow morning-and that, if worse comes to worse, I will take a day off of studying on Thursday and spend most of my time relaxing and straightening out my fall course situation.
With that, my hectic day begins.
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[09 Apr 2005|10:17am] |
It is absolutely lovely out today. While it is a bit chilly, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is a deep blue in color. There are no clouds to be seen.
If I did not have a crippling amount of studying to do for an upcoming Chemistry exam, I would go out and enjoy myself. I would get into my borrowed vehicle and drive somewhere-anywhere. There is nothing like aimlessly joyriding... *Sigh.*
There is also nothing like having an extremely difficult Organic Chemistry exam and a lab report looming over one's head. While I have been studying fairly diligently over the past week and a half, I feel as if I am still dreadfully behind. There was a week or so in which I was too depressed and moody to do a scrap of work, and it set me back quite a bit. The exam is next Wednesday...
Ah well, whatever happens, I know that I will recover. It so happens that we are allowed to drop our lowest exam score-and if I do poorly on this exam, I have two perfectly decent exam scores remaining, as well as a chance to redeem myself on the following exam and the final-as well as in lab, if I can finally figure out how to prepare the perfect lab report.
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[04 Apr 2005|03:49pm] |
Today turned out better than I thought it would.
In spite of the weather I made it to campus on time. I first stopped in to have a chat with the campus Parking Gods to see if I could add a new car to my account. It so happened that the vehicle had already been added, which saved me the trouble of having to remember silly things such as the make and model and number of doors (I only use one, so why should I pay attention to the other three?). I then went off to my extra help session with the Chemistry professor, and not only was he very kind to me, and not only did he have the courtesy to laugh at all of my jokes, but he managed to answer all of my questions in less than a half an hour.
I arrived in class only to realize that I had dragged along three very large books and plenty of pens, but no paper. I found a few sheets of scrap paper, and by some stroke of luck I was able to make them last for two class periods. Calculus was mildly confusing, and I saw many undergraduates rest their heads on the desks in frustration, but I had a lot of questions answered after class.
I am now in the middle of an attempt to select classes for next semester. This is proving to be more than cumbersome, as I would like to have all of my classes and labs on the same three days of the week-and it does not seem like I will be able to. I do not know what time labs take place, and I do not know when physics recitation-whatever the devil that is-take place. Luckily, I was able to make an appointment with my advisor for this Wednesday. Perhaps this will straighten things up a bit.
*Sigh.* I am very overly-stressed. I am not sure what I will do if it is impossible to have all of my courses when I need them- I certainly cannot drive to Burlington five days a week.
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[30 Mar 2005|06:25am] |
I'm up at the crack of dawn,
I'm up at the crack of dawn.
It's dark and drab,
As I write up my lab,
Up at the crack of dawn.
I'm up at the crack of dawn,
Yes, up at the crack of dawn.
I'm yawning and typing
And whining and griping
Up at the crack of dawn.
I'm up at the crack of dawn
And I'm going back to bed.
*Snore.*
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| Hee hee! |
[29 Mar 2005|02:21pm] |
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I emailed my T.A. to ask him how to do the calculations for the lab, and he wrote back. He was very nice about explaining everything, but before he answered my questions, he wrote something along the lines of: "your question is wording confusing," instead of "the wording of your question is confusing." This I found remarkably adorable and funny, as well as very ironic. *Sigh.* This brightened an otherwise dull and depressing day.
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| The troubles of technology. |
[21 Mar 2005|08:54am] |
I have now accumulated thirty spam emails in my inbox, all of which are attempting in bad English to sell me, of all things, Viagra. I have been receiving spam for some time now, and try as I might, I simply cannot do anything about it. I have reported it numerous times, but still, the messages keep coming... In addition, my computer- once free of the wretched little things-is now being bombarded with pop-ups.
Luckily, while the ignore-it-and-it-will-go-away theory may not work on such serious things as toothaches and tumors, I have found that it does work for such annoying things as spam emails and pop-ups. In the beginning of my ownership of this computer I was bombarded with nearly twelve *pornographic* spam pop-ups a day. I would click on them to make them go away, but this made them worse. Finally, I dragged them to the bottom of the page. It took awhile, but they soon gave up.
Besides technology problems, little is going on. I had take-out gourmet pizza from my favorite semi-local restaurant last night, which I will finish today, and I will also be doing house work, ordering my jewelry-making tools, and getting a head start on studying for my next exams. Later in the day I might also go to the gym and resume my weight training.
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| In defense of "plain" women... |
[20 Mar 2005|12:55pm] |
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It seems to me that women like myself, who by no means fall into the "supermodel" category, have been getting a bad reputation-and treatment to match. We are dismissed, ignored and hardly treated like women at all, both by greater society and the vast majority of men. ( The rant that ate New York... )
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[18 Mar 2005|01:42pm] |
I am home from classes, and thus begins my Spring break. *Sigh.* This makes me incredibly happy, and I look forward to quite a bit of rest and relaxation. Unfortunately, I will have to wait until I return to classes to discover my exam grade, as my professor decided to hand the exams to the teaching assistants instead of the individual students. Ah well, it will definitely take the edge off my anxiety.
I did discover my Calculus quiz grade, which was made better by the fact that every student who actually chose to attend class received an extra five points. This puts my score in the more-than-acceptable range and further adds to my opinion that the professor is a kindly old man.
At any rate, I think that I will get a head start on all of that relaxing...
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[16 Mar 2005|03:23pm] |
Five and a half hours before I am able to go home. *Sigh.* At least two and a half of them will be spent sitting around doing last-minute studying, which is a fairly low-key activity compared to lab (which, by the way, was an utter disaster-luckily, I know how to fake my way through lab data!). Then, weather permitting, it will be time for the long drive home.
I am a bit nervous about the exam, though I have heard from two sources that it is not at all bad. Here's hoping!
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[16 Mar 2005|06:57am] |
I awoke early this morning in order to finish the lab report that I was far too tired to bother with last night. It is now printed out and only needs the chemical reactions written in- which will be a small task, since I have already written them out on scrap paper. *Sigh.* There is something so much more satisfying about typing up a lab report in lieu of scribbling it into a notebook and photocopying it. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the computer does not share my tendency towards chicken scratch!
At any rate, today will be a busy day. I will have an extra help session with my calculus professor (in his new office) this morning, followed by a review session for Chemistry, followed by a quiz in calculus, followed by lab, followed by a three-hour Chemistry exam (which will be, of course, followed by my falling into an exhausted pile on the floor). Then, of course, there is the long drive home. I am hoping that the day goes by rather quickly.
Luckily, Friday will bring about the last day of classes before vacation rolls around.
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[14 Mar 2005|11:03pm] |
A three hour nap seemed to cure the day of its rotten-ness. I also managed to clean two mouse cages, do a load of laundry and work on both Chemistry lab and studying, and the productivity cheered me greatly. I have also, now that I think of it, started my Chemistry lab-which will lighten the load when I tackle tomorrow's large list of chores (such as a doctor's appointment for the dog, a phone conversation/argument with the transmission company, studying for Wednesday's Chemistry exam and calculus quiz, etc, etc.).
While I am cheered, I am also a bit concerned. I am quite content at home with my cleaning and chores, but I no longer look forward to going to classes in the slightest. I no longer have Chemistry friends to speak to, and I am more or less disenchanted with the professor. The potential friendship with the Mathematics professor did not work out, and I seem to have run out of dishy male-types to gawk at, having discovered that all of them have fallen prey to the sort of snobbery so typical of Vermont. The only thing that I can look forward to even remotely on Wednesday is Chemistry lab, and that sentence sounds so silly that I am tempted to laugh at it. The only thing to look forward to on Mondays and Fridays is that I am able to go home at noon! I would genuinely love to find things to be glad about, and I would love to find ways in which to improve my day, but aside from taking myself out to lunch, movies or shopping after class, I cannot think of a thing-and my budget does not allow for spending money every day like that. Perhaps I should purchase a small sketch book to take to class, or find some sort of art project to take along to pass the time?
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[13 Mar 2005|10:00am] |
I am feeling a bit better since yesterday's entry. I realize that being ostracized by fellow post-baccalaureate students might not have a thing to do with me- and may instead have to do with the fact that many adults are not quite as mature as I would have liked to believe. Some still form cliques the likes of which one often sees in elementary school, and some are just plain petty and mean, the likes of which one often sees in private boarding schools. I am also open to the fact that these might not be the friends for me. I need to seek out those with a similar sense of humor and similar interests-and if I cannot form a lasting friendship with the fellows at the bead store, I can at least look for individuals like them.
In other news, I have ordered the Tools and Equipment catalog from Rio Grande, and it will hopefully arrive by the end of this coming week (along with a new copy of the Gems and Findings catalog). I am planning on looking at some of the more basic metal-working tools, such as ball-pein hammers (for flattening wire) and steel blocks, as well as perhaps pre-cut sterling silver sheet metal and jeweler's saws (and even a hand-held drill). I am also looking to replenish my supply of sterling silver wire... I have a multitude of ideas for new jewelry pieces. I might not be able to purchase all of it at once, but I can always drool.
In other, other news, I have found a new jewelry-making supply store online. Actually, two of them, now that I think of it. The first sells everything from freshwater pearls to display boxes, and the second features innovative new tools. If only I had the money for all of it!
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| The list... |
[10 Mar 2005|11:01am] |
Things to do before I die:
-Pet an ostrich
-Go out to the movies by myself
-Travel to Europe (Italy, England, Ireland, France)
-Create the perfect tiramisu recipe
-Ask a man out on a date in lieu of waiting to be asked
-Be accepted to medical school
-Dye my hair completely blonde (or at least have very thick highlights)
-Write a movie script (I have the plot already)
-Finish the novel that I started writing three years ago
-Have some of my songs published (and maybe perform them in public?)
-Be in a band
-Make spinach artichoke dip pizza
-Actually enjoy myself at a wedding
-Sell my jewelry
-Have a chocolate and fruit fondue party
-Celebrate my birthday with a large group of people
-Cook an amazing multi-course dinner for someone else
-Experiment with silversmithing
-Own a bird
-Live in a state other than Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine or Massachusetts (California, New York, Arizona...)
-Take a train ride
-Take kickboxing lessons
-Spend the entire day at the International Gem and Jewelry Show
-Learn glassblowing
-Make my own handbag from a pattern
-Go shopping in New York City for the day
-Attend my highschool reunion looking fabulous and successful
-Go on a road trip
-Spend the weekend in Portland, Maine by myself or with a friend
-Attend a sophisticated gathering or party
These are just the things that I could think of so far...
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