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thejunipertreeSchool started this week, much to my surprise.
I'd been under the assumption that all of my classes were starting next week, but realized on Monday, two hours before I was due for my English Composition II class, that I was wrong. This caused a flurry of activity involving me driving home, getting my old books, driving to the campus bookstore, selling the old books, getting all the new ones, having my disbursement card rejected, having to jog halfway across campus to the financial office (gothapotamus, indeed), jog back, round up my books again, then get to my class on the other side of campus. The majority of this flurry happened in just under less than half an hour, mind you. I was peeved.
My English Comp professor seems fairly decent, and she is as different from last season's professor than night is from day. Hardcore, yo. No late papers. No getting up and leaving class for no reason. Raise your hand to speak. Only perfect (and interesting) papers get an A. While it's a wee bit intimidating, I'm more than happy with it all. I like hardcore professors; it makes me work harder. The semester will be full of stuff. Two out of class essays, two in class essays, a semester-long research paper (we have to pick from a list of 66 different crimes/trials, sadly the West Memphis Three is not on there), and various other bits and bobs.
Last night, I had my other in-person class: Death and Dying (or, as I've been calling it: my D&D class, heh heh). Which was interesting and also appears to be gearing up to be an intensive semester. Tons of work to be done. I'm also not the only funeral student in the class, but after five minutes of speaking with the girl during our break, I've decided I don't much care for her. She seems too Lookitme! Lookitme! for my tastes. It got to be a bit annoying. Maybe I'm just being bitchy and There can be only one!, but I don't think so. She just rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it'll change.
She reminded me of one of those annoying Pagans who insists that their families have been practicing OMGTHEMAGICKS!!1! since the dawn of time, just absolutely full of shit to the brim.
She also tried telling me that I don't need 60 college credits to get into the funeral program at Mercer, but I am 99.9% certain that she is WRONG. 60 credits to enter the program, meaning two years of college. She also started yammering about how she's doing her associate's and her bachelor's degrees atDrexel Rutger's, Camden County? I couldn't figure out what the hell she was talking about.
Today's been fairly quiet, other than me constantly humming the Katamari Damacy theme to myself and some anonymous tool acting like a cockgoblin in my last entry. Seriously, who does that? What kind of classless lowlife goes into an entry where someone is obviously distraught and starts spewing? *
Not only that, but can you be anymore unoriginal? "Ohmigod, you're FAT! hee hee!" No shit, jerkoff! Was that nugget of enlightenment supposed to actually surprise me? While the idea of a "gothopotomus" is actually kind of endearing (hippos are cute, goth hippos would be even cuter), the level of thought that went into crafting such an insult is just subpar and very fifth grade. Get a little more fucking creative next time, eh?
Being called that doesn't bother me. It just makes me angry that someone would do such a thing in an entry where I was obviously very upset about the death of someone very close to me. And it boggles my brain that anyone could be so...crass.
No matter, I've other things to worry about. Like how much I don't feel like driving to my father's house tonight after work to fill out paperwork for him (he's having problems with his back and right arm and can't rightly hold a pen to write). I always love seeing my dad, but I just don't feel like making the drive tonight. However, I have to. I've rescheduled with him all week and it's got to be done. I also need to stop at the smoke shop and pick up some more tobacco to make cigarettes **, as I'm completely ass out. But, I don't think that's going to happen. That shop is in a completely different direction from my father's and again, don't feel like making the drive. Not both drives, at any rate. I'll just stop and pick up a pack of cigarettes for the night, then go to the tobacco shop tomorrow. hoom. I'll just head to my father's, get the paperwork done, then go home and start rolling things up into a giant ball.
* I have a good idea of who it was. IP address tracking is a wonderful thing.
** I've started making my own cigarettes. Not only is this cheaper than buying them premade, but I also get to swan about with a fancy silver cigarette case. And keep a wooden casket full of cigarettes on my coffee table. I am such a tool. hee.
I'd been under the assumption that all of my classes were starting next week, but realized on Monday, two hours before I was due for my English Composition II class, that I was wrong. This caused a flurry of activity involving me driving home, getting my old books, driving to the campus bookstore, selling the old books, getting all the new ones, having my disbursement card rejected, having to jog halfway across campus to the financial office (gothapotamus, indeed), jog back, round up my books again, then get to my class on the other side of campus. The majority of this flurry happened in just under less than half an hour, mind you. I was peeved.
My English Comp professor seems fairly decent, and she is as different from last season's professor than night is from day. Hardcore, yo. No late papers. No getting up and leaving class for no reason. Raise your hand to speak. Only perfect (and interesting) papers get an A. While it's a wee bit intimidating, I'm more than happy with it all. I like hardcore professors; it makes me work harder. The semester will be full of stuff. Two out of class essays, two in class essays, a semester-long research paper (we have to pick from a list of 66 different crimes/trials, sadly the West Memphis Three is not on there), and various other bits and bobs.
Last night, I had my other in-person class: Death and Dying (or, as I've been calling it: my D&D class, heh heh). Which was interesting and also appears to be gearing up to be an intensive semester. Tons of work to be done. I'm also not the only funeral student in the class, but after five minutes of speaking with the girl during our break, I've decided I don't much care for her. She seems too Lookitme! Lookitme! for my tastes. It got to be a bit annoying. Maybe I'm just being bitchy and There can be only one!, but I don't think so. She just rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it'll change.
She reminded me of one of those annoying Pagans who insists that their families have been practicing OMGTHEMAGICKS!!1! since the dawn of time, just absolutely full of shit to the brim.
She also tried telling me that I don't need 60 college credits to get into the funeral program at Mercer, but I am 99.9% certain that she is WRONG. 60 credits to enter the program, meaning two years of college. She also started yammering about how she's doing her associate's and her bachelor's degrees at
Today's been fairly quiet, other than me constantly humming the Katamari Damacy theme to myself and some anonymous tool acting like a cockgoblin in my last entry. Seriously, who does that? What kind of classless lowlife goes into an entry where someone is obviously distraught and starts spewing? *
Not only that, but can you be anymore unoriginal? "Ohmigod, you're FAT! hee hee!" No shit, jerkoff! Was that nugget of enlightenment supposed to actually surprise me? While the idea of a "gothopotomus" is actually kind of endearing (hippos are cute, goth hippos would be even cuter), the level of thought that went into crafting such an insult is just subpar and very fifth grade. Get a little more fucking creative next time, eh?
Being called that doesn't bother me. It just makes me angry that someone would do such a thing in an entry where I was obviously very upset about the death of someone very close to me. And it boggles my brain that anyone could be so...crass.
No matter, I've other things to worry about. Like how much I don't feel like driving to my father's house tonight after work to fill out paperwork for him (he's having problems with his back and right arm and can't rightly hold a pen to write). I always love seeing my dad, but I just don't feel like making the drive tonight. However, I have to. I've rescheduled with him all week and it's got to be done. I also need to stop at the smoke shop and pick up some more tobacco to make cigarettes **, as I'm completely ass out. But, I don't think that's going to happen. That shop is in a completely different direction from my father's and again, don't feel like making the drive. Not both drives, at any rate. I'll just stop and pick up a pack of cigarettes for the night, then go to the tobacco shop tomorrow. hoom. I'll just head to my father's, get the paperwork done, then go home and start rolling things up into a giant ball.
* I have a good idea of who it was. IP address tracking is a wonderful thing.
** I've started making my own cigarettes. Not only is this cheaper than buying them premade, but I also get to swan about with a fancy silver cigarette case. And keep a wooden casket full of cigarettes on my coffee table. I am such a tool. hee.
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Date: 2007-01-25 12:07 am (UTC)In no way did you provoke such an attack; a lot of that sort of thing is why I locked my whole journal, honestly. I can't stand drive-by attacks. As it is, there are a few people who created journals and friended me -- and only me -- including some that specifically say they were created based on me. That's scary.
I never commented on that last entry, but I am so sorry. We're looking at a similar situation with Selina, so I fully understand, and hope she has the same experience, peacefully, of her own choice. But I'm terribly sorry; all of you cats are/were delightful beasties. *hug*
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Date: 2007-01-25 12:19 am (UTC)I've always been very against the idea of me locking my entire journal down. You've probably noticed that I rarely even lock individual entries. It's just something that has always stuck in my craw, you know?
But, this is making me second-guess that decision. And that is making me pissed.
Thank you for the condolences. What's going on with Selina? I meant to ask you about that in one of my other entries, but unfortunately never got around to it.
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Date: 2007-01-25 01:13 am (UTC)As for Leenie, well, she's 14 years old. She's been getting progressively thinner over the years, and it's suspected that she has cancer. Brian and I have decided it's best to not put a 14-yar-old cat who has had a pampered, happy life through cancer treatments and let her live her days out gorging herself on treats and love and rest. We don't think she has all that long; she's wasting away, and it's really sad, because she was always so robust and fatass with her flaps... flapping. We've been to the emergency vet in the middle of the night on "false alarms" [I think she had a minor stroke that night] and it's just a matter of... I guess, time.
Ironic that my cat and I would get cancer at the same time.
That said, more than anything for Brian's sanity, I hope she peacefully passes, rather than us having to make a decision. He's so sensitive; I don't know that he can handle it, and I can't be a rock. My mom said, "get Matt to do it" -- she's never taken to Matt; her older cat curmudgeonly behavior was in gear when Matt arrived on the scene, even though it seems like forever ago.
So that's that. The worst part is when Brian gets upset and says, "but she was supposed to live forever."
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Date: 2007-01-25 02:02 am (UTC)F-in' trolls.
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Date: 2007-01-25 03:44 pm (UTC)I used to leave the anon on because I knew some people who didn't have LJs and they would occasionally comment in my journal. However, I reckon that the time for that is past. :/
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Date: 2007-01-25 11:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-25 03:44 pm (UTC)I'll have you know that I called ahead of time and EVERYONE had their pants on when I arrived! :P
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Date: 2007-01-26 08:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-26 08:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-26 08:50 pm (UTC)Pee Ess:
The We <3 Katamari didn't have a disc in the case. I'm still sobbing.
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Date: 2007-01-26 09:11 pm (UTC)We're probably going to be down that way on Friday. Dieter has to get a chemo treatment in West Chester on Sat morning. We were there yesterday and it's a 2 hour drive from here only 50 min from Mom's so I think we're going to come down Friday night.
If you aren't busy let's get together. I'll bring the other disc.
You have a LOT of work to do on Katamari Damacy anyway, missy.
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Date: 2007-01-26 09:16 pm (UTC)