Needed - One Clone
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fredericksI like things quiet. It's not a peculiar or particular preference, but it's one that I don't get nearly enough of while at home. Most early weekdays it's okay as my folks are at work and my brothers are at school, but once someone comes home on come the TV(s) and the music and my peace of mind goes flying out the window. At the moment I feel as though I'm in Madison Square Garden because my brother is watching the Knicks game in my folks room, which is right next to my own. Both my younger brothers have eye problems but you'd think they have auditory dysfunction as well due to the high volume.
If it's not the television it's just them...them talking. My father is the worse culprit but my oldest youngest brother seems to have picked up the habit: if you ask them a question you're bound to hear a story. That might sound odd coming from me as I know I can get extremely wordy in my entries, but outside of my little slice of 'net I tend to keep conversation as short and to-the-point as possible. It probably evolved from years of dealing with a voice that was always too soft or too prone to breaking, or it might just be because I have better things to do with my time (*ahem* websurfing, making LJ entries, etc). I like being home simply because it means I'm not in clinical or not sitting through a laborious lecture or riding up and down public transportation, but it's not the rest I need because I'm constantly inundated with sound not of my own creation. I don't want to hear the strains of a R. Kelly floating down from the attic, nor do I wish to hear Clyde Frazier wax Websterian on whatever play the Knicks are running. I miss my dorm days.
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Still in the middle of vacation but unfortunately I have to go to Med-Surg tomorrow bright and early. The trade-off for meeting for a clinical day during vacation was getting last Wednesday off but I think I would have much rathered not having to interrupt my vacation to wake up at 4 AM (which is 7.5 hours from now...and I still have to do an assignment for it *sigh*). Hopefully things are quiet and we get an early reprieve.
The other disappointing thing about tomorrow is that my dad will be home from work. I don't think I've spoken much about my folks here, but suffice to say while I'm sure I love my dad I don't like him very much. Whenever he's home he does nothing, and that irks me because whenever my mother is home she is expected to do *everything*. I used to think the unfairness of roles was a straight-up West Indian thing, but I've found that my Jamaican neighbors don't behave the way my folks do - over there the husband and wife share cooking and cleaning duties. To say my mind was boggled upon finding that out would be an understatement of huge proportion. Now my dad has absolutely no excuse, he's simply a lazy prick. That right there is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my gripes with him. I guess I'll find an excuse to hang out all day tomorrow after waking up in the wee hours. Or something like that.
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I'm toying with watching the FMA movie. I started watching a feed from YouTube this morning and found myself laughing from unexpected cheese, so I had to close it out. I'm sure it's not bad or anything and I'm looking for some sort of closure; I suppose the next time I can snag my brother's laptop I'll try to squeeze it all in.
I have a couple of books I'm supposed to be reading and, of course, I've gotten distracted by the shiny elsewhere. One is the play "W;t" for my Nursing in the Media class, then "Devil in the White City" for the book club (that one's pretty thick so I should prolly not wait until April 1st to start), and pretty much ALL of my nursing texts. Le joy. Of course, what am I in the middle of reading? The GN "The Books of Magic". I just finished the Gaiman-penned first collection, and now I'm hesitating on reading the second GN simply because the author dropped and then footnoted a Tori Amos reference in his Foreward, and that's just too wannabe Gaiman for me.
Oh yes, and I have two school paper April Fools articles to do by Thursday. Why did I even volunteer to do them knowing how lazy I'd feel during the break?
Hmph. Vacation. Yay.
If it's not the television it's just them...them talking. My father is the worse culprit but my oldest youngest brother seems to have picked up the habit: if you ask them a question you're bound to hear a story. That might sound odd coming from me as I know I can get extremely wordy in my entries, but outside of my little slice of 'net I tend to keep conversation as short and to-the-point as possible. It probably evolved from years of dealing with a voice that was always too soft or too prone to breaking, or it might just be because I have better things to do with my time (*ahem* websurfing, making LJ entries, etc). I like being home simply because it means I'm not in clinical or not sitting through a laborious lecture or riding up and down public transportation, but it's not the rest I need because I'm constantly inundated with sound not of my own creation. I don't want to hear the strains of a R. Kelly floating down from the attic, nor do I wish to hear Clyde Frazier wax Websterian on whatever play the Knicks are running. I miss my dorm days.
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Still in the middle of vacation but unfortunately I have to go to Med-Surg tomorrow bright and early. The trade-off for meeting for a clinical day during vacation was getting last Wednesday off but I think I would have much rathered not having to interrupt my vacation to wake up at 4 AM (which is 7.5 hours from now...and I still have to do an assignment for it *sigh*). Hopefully things are quiet and we get an early reprieve.
The other disappointing thing about tomorrow is that my dad will be home from work. I don't think I've spoken much about my folks here, but suffice to say while I'm sure I love my dad I don't like him very much. Whenever he's home he does nothing, and that irks me because whenever my mother is home she is expected to do *everything*. I used to think the unfairness of roles was a straight-up West Indian thing, but I've found that my Jamaican neighbors don't behave the way my folks do - over there the husband and wife share cooking and cleaning duties. To say my mind was boggled upon finding that out would be an understatement of huge proportion. Now my dad has absolutely no excuse, he's simply a lazy prick. That right there is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my gripes with him. I guess I'll find an excuse to hang out all day tomorrow after waking up in the wee hours. Or something like that.
*
I'm toying with watching the FMA movie. I started watching a feed from YouTube this morning and found myself laughing from unexpected cheese, so I had to close it out. I'm sure it's not bad or anything and I'm looking for some sort of closure; I suppose the next time I can snag my brother's laptop I'll try to squeeze it all in.
I have a couple of books I'm supposed to be reading and, of course, I've gotten distracted by the shiny elsewhere. One is the play "W;t" for my Nursing in the Media class, then "Devil in the White City" for the book club (that one's pretty thick so I should prolly not wait until April 1st to start), and pretty much ALL of my nursing texts. Le joy. Of course, what am I in the middle of reading? The GN "The Books of Magic". I just finished the Gaiman-penned first collection, and now I'm hesitating on reading the second GN simply because the author dropped and then footnoted a Tori Amos reference in his Foreward, and that's just too wannabe Gaiman for me.
Oh yes, and I have two school paper April Fools articles to do by Thursday. Why did I even volunteer to do them knowing how lazy I'd feel during the break?
Hmph. Vacation. Yay.
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