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Winding down
Sep. 19th, 2004 10:53 pm(sung to the chorus of West Side Story's "Maria")
Va-ca-tion!
Say it loud, and there's music playing.
Say it soft, and it's almost like praying.
Vacation, I'll never stop saying...va-ca-tion!
It's almost done. Five days of school-less bliss under my belt, and I feel good. Or, rather, good for me. Which means I feel relatively less craptacular. I got a call from one of my notetaking people that officially put a damper on the good spirits, though. The same lady that annoys the shit out of me called, and I picked up only because it I thought it might have been Gamestop or something calling me back (why they'd chose to call at 9PM on a Sunday I don't know; my brain works in mysterious ways). She had the nerve to ask me if I could meet with her to go over my notes and to suggest that I not sit in the back of the class, because I might "miss some things". I swore she should have been able to feel my eyes rolling through the phoneline. I was as patient with her as I could be (she's the only one of my students that's consistently demanding of my last nerve) and told her that my notes are my notes, if she wanted clarification on subject matter she'd have to take it up with the professor (no, I don't take the class, lady; the last time I had Astronomy was 3 years ago) and I informed her that I usually sit in the back of my classes and I take pretty okay notes (shut up and leave me alone, lady!).
But...yeah. I finally got around to shaving a bit. One of the things about not having people around that much care about how hairy your legs are is that you can go around looking sort of like Sasquatch.
No, wait, that sounds bad.
I haven't had reason to shave, because I don't wear shorts unless under pain of death. My legs aren't svelte and model-like, and I feel no need to subject humanity to them. The genetic lottery ended up endowing me with my mother's legs, and they're fairly trunkular (I know it's not a word, but so what?). I was (and to some extents, still am) an athletic individual, and so my legs are trunky and muscular. I have svelte ankles, but no one really cares about those. Throw in a number of scars on my right leg from the accident and subsequent surgeries and, yeah, I'm the young woman that always wore jeans, even if it was 95 and humid outside. I suppose I should consider myself lucky, seeing as my father has the most hilarious chicken legs this side of KFC.
How and why did I get on that, anyway? Moving on...
So, how did I spend my vacation?
Well, fin. I think that's about it. I really should be sleeping. Per usual.
Va-ca-tion!
Say it loud, and there's music playing.
Say it soft, and it's almost like praying.
Vacation, I'll never stop saying...va-ca-tion!
It's almost done. Five days of school-less bliss under my belt, and I feel good. Or, rather, good for me. Which means I feel relatively less craptacular. I got a call from one of my notetaking people that officially put a damper on the good spirits, though. The same lady that annoys the shit out of me called, and I picked up only because it I thought it might have been Gamestop or something calling me back (why they'd chose to call at 9PM on a Sunday I don't know; my brain works in mysterious ways). She had the nerve to ask me if I could meet with her to go over my notes and to suggest that I not sit in the back of the class, because I might "miss some things". I swore she should have been able to feel my eyes rolling through the phoneline. I was as patient with her as I could be (she's the only one of my students that's consistently demanding of my last nerve) and told her that my notes are my notes, if she wanted clarification on subject matter she'd have to take it up with the professor (no, I don't take the class, lady; the last time I had Astronomy was 3 years ago) and I informed her that I usually sit in the back of my classes and I take pretty okay notes (shut up and leave me alone, lady!).
But...yeah. I finally got around to shaving a bit. One of the things about not having people around that much care about how hairy your legs are is that you can go around looking sort of like Sasquatch.
No, wait, that sounds bad.
I haven't had reason to shave, because I don't wear shorts unless under pain of death. My legs aren't svelte and model-like, and I feel no need to subject humanity to them. The genetic lottery ended up endowing me with my mother's legs, and they're fairly trunkular (I know it's not a word, but so what?). I was (and to some extents, still am) an athletic individual, and so my legs are trunky and muscular. I have svelte ankles, but no one really cares about those. Throw in a number of scars on my right leg from the accident and subsequent surgeries and, yeah, I'm the young woman that always wore jeans, even if it was 95 and humid outside. I suppose I should consider myself lucky, seeing as my father has the most hilarious chicken legs this side of KFC.
How and why did I get on that, anyway? Moving on...
So, how did I spend my vacation?
- Half-heartedly (-assedly, more like it) studied for my upcoming Anatomy test. It's on Thursday, so I'm being lackadasial and finding it hard to buckle down. At least I've been looking at the Chapters every day, if not actively reviewing. Boy, I'm just setting myself up for some damage, aren't I?
- Bought Fable on Wednesday. I played it only for a little bit, because I found it nearly impossible to live down the guilt of not studying Anatomy. It seems fun, but watching it gives me mild nausea (the camera swinging to and fro, I guess).
- Found out, to my chagrin, that my brother is infinitely better than me at DDR. It's so humbling. You wouldn't think it by looking at him; the MFer is stocky as hell. But he's nimble on his feet, easily performing moves that I find myself botching and practicing over and over again. I want to practice while they're all asleep, just so I can crush his scores and laugh at him. Yes, I'm a petty petty individual.
- Went with my cousin to visit Northeastern U., up in Boston. The school itself reminded me of Brown, what with the nice buildings, lush surroundings, and utter lack of minorities. She wants to go there, I suspect, only because her (best?) friend goes there, but the school not only looks like Brown, it costs as much. So the chances of her going are slim to nil unless they give her a good Fin Aid package.
- Filled out for a work-study position. The one I looked at was a lab assistant in the Bio Department. I have yet to meet with the Professor that's supposed to be my supervisor, so I don't have that particular job yet. I'm wondering if I should go with something that'll give me practical experience...or something that would allow me to lounge about and do reading (overseeing a lounge or library). Eh. I'll figure it out tomorrow, one way or the other.
- Worked my last day at Shake and Co. I was seriously thinking about ditching, asked my brother, and he said "it's money you don't have at the moment". Smart kid, echoing what I was thinking. So I went in. Pretty quiet day. I figure I'll use the $40-post taxes to pay for the relaxer that I sorely need. My hair (because it hasn't been said enough) is disgusting.
Well, fin. I think that's about it. I really should be sleeping. Per usual.
