Frozen White Suburb
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fredericksBlizzard! Joy!
The snow's tapering off slightly but we've broken all sorts of records here. Central Park's coming in with 22 inches of snow. I haven't seen this much on the ground since 1996 (1998?). It's beautiful outside...and my back, having not recovered from whatever had it all crick-y last night, is already crying for mercy. Damn. I'll see how much my brothers do and if I'm starving for activity I'll join in later. Dad's keen on waiting to start with the snow moving because "it'll blow around". *snort* Honestly. I'd rather start now shoveling the 1 1/2 feet on the ground and clean up the inevitable snow blow than wait until six inches comes over from the neighbor's yard to add to the total burden.
I planned on waking up and studying Pharmacology. Really. Now I'm all distracted and giddy like I was when I was younger.
Yesterday seemed infinitely interesting last night. Now I can't remember what I'd intended to make a post about. The whole weekend was been unproductive but fun in its own way. Friday I had a school newspaper meeting (for the n00bs) to attend so I arranged to meet with my aunt for lunch (she works in the area, around the World Trade). The meeting itself morphed into a bitch fest by the editorial staff about the News Editor, because she'd "slacked off" and hadn't gotten any stories for her section. I was forcefully reminded I was dealing withchildren people younger than myself, as it went from talking about the unprofessionalism of the young lady to saying that she was "an illiterate idiot who needed to get fired" or something along those lines. I know even seasoned older people fall back on insults and name-calling when they're annoyed, but the stuff coming out of those people's mouths was eye-rollingly bad. It was a waste of my time, although I was given a couple of handouts on crafting a good news story. That should be helpful. Don't think I'll be working on a story this week since I have something like 50 med cards to make before Thursday. And a Pharm quiz. Joy. I'm going to have to stop reminding myself about that.
After the meeting that wasn't I headed up to Union Square to look for the 1st Samurai Champloo DVD. I admit it, I'm weak. I should have just held out or at least bought it on Amazon.com and saved myself seven or eight dollars, but I really wanted to watch it that night. I snagged the last copy of disc one on display. Before coming home I went to the nearby Whole Foods to get the prosciutto, parm., and provolone I needed for the polpettone I ended up making Saturday, then headed up to the textbook B&N for med. cards and a drug guide. Typing that up I just remembered I needed to order some drug cards from Amazon. Joy.
When I came home, exhausted and hobbling quite badly from walking all around the 20s unable to find the Barnes and Noble, I popped Samurai Champloo into my brother's iBook. Oh, me likey. Me likey a lot. There's not much substance to the show but I've never needed much of that to get on with entertainment. I have heard that the animation gets more lax during the next two discs of the set but I guess I'll see. *ahem* Then I stayed abed to check out the series finale of Arrested Development and the new episode of Battlestar Galactica. AD is the type of show that you cannot watch while doing anything else. If you take your eyes away from the screen you'll miss gags like crazy, they come at you a mile a minute. Such a great set of episodes. I was weirded out by the Justine Jason action while at the same time laughing my ASS off. Man, I'm going to miss that show. BSG was...I'm not sure how I liked it or not. I think I'll have to watch it again. It's an improvement on the stuff that came after Resurrection Ship up to last week's eppy, at least.
I'm in the middle of reading The Time Traveler's Wife for the book club. Things are disjointed in a way that makes me feel it'll all come together at the end, but I have a hunch about what the heart of the tale is. I do hope I'm surprised.
I've been feeling somewhat out of it recently. It's part of the reason why I haven't been commenting much on other people's entries although I have been reading, heart's promise. I figure things will get better with time.
The snow's tapering off slightly but we've broken all sorts of records here. Central Park's coming in with 22 inches of snow. I haven't seen this much on the ground since 1996 (1998?). It's beautiful outside...and my back, having not recovered from whatever had it all crick-y last night, is already crying for mercy. Damn. I'll see how much my brothers do and if I'm starving for activity I'll join in later. Dad's keen on waiting to start with the snow moving because "it'll blow around". *snort* Honestly. I'd rather start now shoveling the 1 1/2 feet on the ground and clean up the inevitable snow blow than wait until six inches comes over from the neighbor's yard to add to the total burden.
I planned on waking up and studying Pharmacology. Really. Now I'm all distracted and giddy like I was when I was younger.
Yesterday seemed infinitely interesting last night. Now I can't remember what I'd intended to make a post about. The whole weekend was been unproductive but fun in its own way. Friday I had a school newspaper meeting (for the n00bs) to attend so I arranged to meet with my aunt for lunch (she works in the area, around the World Trade). The meeting itself morphed into a bitch fest by the editorial staff about the News Editor, because she'd "slacked off" and hadn't gotten any stories for her section. I was forcefully reminded I was dealing with
After the meeting that wasn't I headed up to Union Square to look for the 1st Samurai Champloo DVD. I admit it, I'm weak. I should have just held out or at least bought it on Amazon.com and saved myself seven or eight dollars, but I really wanted to watch it that night. I snagged the last copy of disc one on display. Before coming home I went to the nearby Whole Foods to get the prosciutto, parm., and provolone I needed for the polpettone I ended up making Saturday, then headed up to the textbook B&N for med. cards and a drug guide. Typing that up I just remembered I needed to order some drug cards from Amazon. Joy.
When I came home, exhausted and hobbling quite badly from walking all around the 20s unable to find the Barnes and Noble, I popped Samurai Champloo into my brother's iBook. Oh, me likey. Me likey a lot. There's not much substance to the show but I've never needed much of that to get on with entertainment. I have heard that the animation gets more lax during the next two discs of the set but I guess I'll see. *ahem* Then I stayed abed to check out the series finale of Arrested Development and the new episode of Battlestar Galactica. AD is the type of show that you cannot watch while doing anything else. If you take your eyes away from the screen you'll miss gags like crazy, they come at you a mile a minute. Such a great set of episodes. I was weirded out by the Justine Jason action while at the same time laughing my ASS off. Man, I'm going to miss that show. BSG was...I'm not sure how I liked it or not. I think I'll have to watch it again. It's an improvement on the stuff that came after Resurrection Ship up to last week's eppy, at least.
I'm in the middle of reading The Time Traveler's Wife for the book club. Things are disjointed in a way that makes me feel it'll all come together at the end, but I have a hunch about what the heart of the tale is. I do hope I'm surprised.
I've been feeling somewhat out of it recently. It's part of the reason why I haven't been commenting much on other people's entries although I have been reading, heart's promise. I figure things will get better with time.
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Date: 2006-02-12 07:40 pm (UTC)We have over a foot of snow in my area. At least, I think we do. It sure seems that way right now.
*shakes head at the idiots you have to put up with* Some people...
I know what you mean about feeling out of it. It's not a good feeling at all. :(