As you may know, I'm headed off to Europe soon - in a few hours, to be more precise. My flight leaves at six a.m. and the earliest MAX (light rail) leaves my stop at 4:20, so I get to leave the house at the lovely hour of 3:50am. I'm attempting to just stay up (it's already ten) so I can sleep on the flight from Atlanta to Manchester.
Anyway, I have this travel blog that often gets neglected, but I'll be posting there for the next few months as I wander around Europe. Here it is: http://maps-shmaps.blogspot.com/
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
It's like Christmas,except that it only comes once in forever and may actually be a terrible, no-good event
Wednesday the Portland city council votes on the plan to bring an MLS team to the city. We currently have a USL team, which is of course tons of fun and I go to all the games when I'm in the country. But with a higher level league, we'll get more recognizable stars, more international tournament slots, and more exposure for our great city. The deal - in a very short synopsis, as the details and the trials and tribulations of putting forth the plan would take days to run down - would build a small, separate stadium for the minor league baseball team the Portland Beavers, and upgrade PGE Park to be more soccer/football/rectangular-field-sport friendly. The owner of both teams, Merritt Paulson pays the MLS entrance fee of $40 million out of his own pocket and wants the city - who own PGE Park and refuse to sell it - to put up bonds for renovations and the new baseball stadium to the tune of $85 million. These bonds would be paid back through ticket sales, player income taxes, etc etc. A bond in this case is like a big loan the city can take out - just like you can take out a loan, except that in the city's case the loan is more than you'd ever dream of making and the credit limit for the city is pretty much unknown. In the days of billion dollar ball parks, two for $85 millions is practically free. Paulson has also guaranteed the bonds, in the event that the league goes under, with his own family's fortune, even going so far as covering for construction overruns (which would be the fault of the city in negotiating poor contracts anyway).
Really, why say no? Even though I admittedly started in favor of the proposal as a local soccer fan, I've come to realize that even without the added benefit of having a top-level (well, for North America, anyway) soccer club, this deal is great for the city. The naysayers seem to be clinging onto the "roads schools drug rehab centers!!!!" mantra, regardless of the fact that these sorts of things need to be paid for somehow and refusing to accept that businesses and the jobs that they bring are exactly the kinds of things that allow us to pay for roads/schools/drug rehab centers. While it doesn't surprise me that build-our-way-out-of-the-Depression liberals become head-in-the-sand Hooverists when actually confronted with the opportunity to do so, it continues to disappoint me.
Anyway, the benefits far outweigh the risks and it seems plain as day, and yet the vote isn't seen as guaranteed. Because this has the potential to make me either incredibly happy and excited or incredibly angry and disappointed for a long period of time, the suspense in the run up to Wednesday is killing me. I'm torn between getting up early to pack into city hall to hear the testimonies of my fellow fans and the results of the actual vote itself, live, or to hide in bed until noon, at which point I will get up and make coffee, turn on ESPN Classic in preparation for the Man Utd vs Inter Milan Champions League match and then, with great trepidation and shaking hands, load the talktimbers website to see if the posts are titled "WOOFUCKINGHOO!!! LET'S SELL SOME SEASON TICKETS!!! TIFO PARTY!! I LOVE THE CITY COUNCIL!!" or "BASTARDS!! BOYCOTTBOYCOTTRECALL!!! NEED BAIL MONEY!"
And it's not even until Wednesday, which I keep thinking is tomorrow. My new shoes that got here this afternoon are simply not enough of a distraction. What to do to while the time away that doesn't cost a great deal of money, hmmmm.......
Really, why say no? Even though I admittedly started in favor of the proposal as a local soccer fan, I've come to realize that even without the added benefit of having a top-level (well, for North America, anyway) soccer club, this deal is great for the city. The naysayers seem to be clinging onto the "roads schools drug rehab centers!!!!" mantra, regardless of the fact that these sorts of things need to be paid for somehow and refusing to accept that businesses and the jobs that they bring are exactly the kinds of things that allow us to pay for roads/schools/drug rehab centers. While it doesn't surprise me that build-our-way-out-of-the-Depression liberals become head-in-the-sand Hooverists when actually confronted with the opportunity to do so, it continues to disappoint me.
Anyway, the benefits far outweigh the risks and it seems plain as day, and yet the vote isn't seen as guaranteed. Because this has the potential to make me either incredibly happy and excited or incredibly angry and disappointed for a long period of time, the suspense in the run up to Wednesday is killing me. I'm torn between getting up early to pack into city hall to hear the testimonies of my fellow fans and the results of the actual vote itself, live, or to hide in bed until noon, at which point I will get up and make coffee, turn on ESPN Classic in preparation for the Man Utd vs Inter Milan Champions League match and then, with great trepidation and shaking hands, load the talktimbers website to see if the posts are titled "WOOFUCKINGHOO!!! LET'S SELL SOME SEASON TICKETS!!! TIFO PARTY!! I LOVE THE CITY COUNCIL!!" or "BASTARDS!! BOYCOTTBOYCOTTRECALL!!! NEED BAIL MONEY!"
And it's not even until Wednesday, which I keep thinking is tomorrow. My new shoes that got here this afternoon are simply not enough of a distraction. What to do to while the time away that doesn't cost a great deal of money, hmmmm.......
Saturday, March 7, 2009
tick, tock, tick
Just over three weeks until my Europe trip! So far my travel plans only cover the first few weeks and the remaining itinerary is still up in the air. I got my renewed passport this morning, my rail pass a few days ago, and nearly everything I'll need to bring along already. The good folks in Glasgow - I'm sure you know who I'm talking about - have agreed to put me up and show me around for awhile and I'm almost more excited about that as I am about the whole trip itself. A cousin of mine who lived in Portland for years up and quit her job a year ago and moved to Spain. Didn't speak any Spanish and had never been to Europe. She loves it so much that she's still there and has offered a place to crash and some punkrock entertainment. I booked a few nights at a hostel in Malaga, on the south coast of Spain where I hope to find the sun again and thaw my feet on a beach. And, I while I haven't booked anything yet, I plan to spend my birthday weekend in Amsterdam. I'm so pumped about this whole thing that I've forgotten how to use transitional sentences or separate paragraphs! Next subject!
Shoes. I love me some Sambas. You may or may not be aware that there are two different varieties: Classics, and the fancier and slightly more expensive Millenniums. I usually just buy whatever happens to be available (in the kids' section. So I have freakishly small feet, what of it?) and for my first few pairs that happened to be Millenniums. I wore these things nearly every day and they lasted about two years. Last time out, however, I came home with the Classics. What pieces of shit. They took a month to break in, leaving bruises on the tops of my feet, and barely six months later I've worn the heel down to the rubber. Totally not worth the measly ten bucks savings. So now that I'm in the market for a new pair, I set off on the usual tour of stores, only to come home seven hours later empty-handed and still holey-heeled. Yes, you read that correctly, I spent seven goddamn hours SHOE SHOPPING! That couldn't be more out of character if I'd done it in a pink dress and donated to the Republican party on the way home.
I ended up ordering a pair online. Lesson? Never leave the house.
And if the above anecdote weren't enough to prevent you from venturing out of doors, the weather reports are calling for snow. Again. It's already snowed about 17 times more than it is ever supposed to in the Portland area, and here it is MARCH and it's coming again! The storm also thwarted my plans to drive to the coast, as the mountain passes are supposed to get hit, along with THE BEACH ITSELF. Snow on the Oregon beach is supposed to be a rare phenomenon and yet this isn't even the first time this winter. What.The.HELL!
OK, happy hour ends in twenty minutes, so I've got to finish my drink and head home to stare at Eurail maps and scheme.
Shoes. I love me some Sambas. You may or may not be aware that there are two different varieties: Classics, and the fancier and slightly more expensive Millenniums. I usually just buy whatever happens to be available (in the kids' section. So I have freakishly small feet, what of it?) and for my first few pairs that happened to be Millenniums. I wore these things nearly every day and they lasted about two years. Last time out, however, I came home with the Classics. What pieces of shit. They took a month to break in, leaving bruises on the tops of my feet, and barely six months later I've worn the heel down to the rubber. Totally not worth the measly ten bucks savings. So now that I'm in the market for a new pair, I set off on the usual tour of stores, only to come home seven hours later empty-handed and still holey-heeled. Yes, you read that correctly, I spent seven goddamn hours SHOE SHOPPING! That couldn't be more out of character if I'd done it in a pink dress and donated to the Republican party on the way home.
I ended up ordering a pair online. Lesson? Never leave the house.
And if the above anecdote weren't enough to prevent you from venturing out of doors, the weather reports are calling for snow. Again. It's already snowed about 17 times more than it is ever supposed to in the Portland area, and here it is MARCH and it's coming again! The storm also thwarted my plans to drive to the coast, as the mountain passes are supposed to get hit, along with THE BEACH ITSELF. Snow on the Oregon beach is supposed to be a rare phenomenon and yet this isn't even the first time this winter. What.The.HELL!
OK, happy hour ends in twenty minutes, so I've got to finish my drink and head home to stare at Eurail maps and scheme.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
BBC Booklist game/tag
Rumor has it, though I can't find anything to substantiate it, that the BBC thinks most people have only read 6 out of the following 100 books. I'm sure my two readers will more than meet the average.
Official Instructions:
1) Look at the list and put an 'x' after those you have read.
2) Add a '+' to the ones you LOVE.
3) Star (*) those you plan on reading.
4) Tally your total at the bottom.
Here's the list:
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien Now that's THREE books, isn't it? Not fair, I read one!
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell (x,+)
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy (x) - OK, I read 3/4s of it, then read the back which gave away the ending and I refused to read any further. I know what happens. Men are jerks, especially in England and especially Way Back When. There, now you don't have to read it either.
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller(x,+)
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien (x)
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger (x) Ugh, I hated this book.
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger (*)
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchel
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy (*)
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams (*)
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck (*)
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis (x)
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis (X)
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini (x,+)
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert - (*) I try and try.
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens (*)
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon (x)
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck (x)
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov (x,+)
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac (x)
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett (x)
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson (*) I love Bill Bryson. Read nearly everything else he's written.
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (x)
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens (*)
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White (x,+)
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare (x)
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl (x,+)
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
SCORE: 17 and 1/3 read,
OK, so this list is a little Brit-centric, as evidenced by the million Jane Austen books and the absence of any Vonnegut, but still, a kind of fun game. Your turn! (I won't actually tag anyone)
Official Instructions:
1) Look at the list and put an 'x' after those you have read.
2) Add a '+' to the ones you LOVE.
3) Star (*) those you plan on reading.
4) Tally your total at the bottom.
Here's the list:
1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien Now that's THREE books, isn't it? Not fair, I read one!
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell (x,+)
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy (x) - OK, I read 3/4s of it, then read the back which gave away the ending and I refused to read any further. I know what happens. Men are jerks, especially in England and especially Way Back When. There, now you don't have to read it either.
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller(x,+)
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien (x)
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger (x) Ugh, I hated this book.
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger (*)
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchel
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy (*)
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams (*)
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck (*)
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis (x)
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis (X)
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini (x,+)
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert - (*) I try and try.
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens (*)
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon (x)
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck (x)
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov (x,+)
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac (x)
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett (x)
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson (*) I love Bill Bryson. Read nearly everything else he's written.
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (x)
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens (*)
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White (x,+)
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare (x)
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl (x,+)
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
SCORE: 17 and 1/3 read,
OK, so this list is a little Brit-centric, as evidenced by the million Jane Austen books and the absence of any Vonnegut, but still, a kind of fun game. Your turn! (I won't actually tag anyone)
Monday, February 9, 2009
Shameless advertising
My roommate is really into hurling these days. Hurling is an Irish sport that looks similar to field hockey or lacrosse. I came out to practice once and have a stick of my own that I play with every now and then, but really, I'm more into Gaelic football so I don't pay quite as much attention to our local club as I might. In any case, the club has a new website and Google doesn't seem to be recognizing it yet, so I thought I'd post it on my blog to generate some sort of reaction to the url. Here goes:
Columbia Red Branch Hurling Club. The website is hosted by the GAA, which makes it more official, but also means it has a complicated url that no one is going to remember to type in directly, but can Google for.... if Google knows about it.
Columbia Red Branch Hurling Club. The website is hosted by the GAA, which makes it more official, but also means it has a complicated url that no one is going to remember to type in directly, but can Google for.... if Google knows about it.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Poo
So I didn't finish one of my papers. There were two due, back when I wrote the last post, but one of them proved a lot more difficult than I anticipated and by the time I got it written and dealt with the hexed electronic equipment (more on that later), it was far too late to start the next paper. This means that I have to withdraw from the course and I won't graduate when I had applied to (June). I was planning on going to school in the summer anyway, since I still have G.I. Bill funds left - and why not use them? - but I was so looking forward to taking a fiction writing class and maybe a foreign language or something. Anything but anthropology and it's stupid papers. But that's the way it goes I guess.
Have I mentioned that I'm going to Europe at the end of March? The term is over (obviously I was hoping I'd be done), I have a week of spring break to clean up my room, gather funds for rent while I'm gone, make some plans, buy some gear.... and then I'm off for 2 and 1/2 months! I'm so excited I really can't articulate it. I'm probably going to spend all of my savings, but oh well. Really, have you seen the economy? My savings is gone anyway; now it won't just dwindle away on rent and booze and supporting myself between crappy jobs. I would resent every single day my bank account edged a little bit lower on absolutely nothing.
Oh yes, the hexed computers. I refuse to accept that computers are inanimate objects. There's just no way all the shenanigans that went down the morning of the due papers was all a coincidence. I wrote the paper on my desktop. I dug it out because it has a fancy keyboard and so I could use the laptop for internet research and anything else. The printer our house uses is down in the basement, so I'd have to move the files to my laptop when it came time to print. It's a bit of a pain since the desktop has Word Perfect and the lappy Word, but nothing too serious. Except that two different thumb drives wouldn't transfer the files in any form! WHY????? So I dug out a printer in my closet, but that was out of ink. So I went down to the basement, climbed on top of the refrigerator and got a face full of fiberglass from insulation on the wall while trying to unplug the printer. But then! The desktop wouldn't recognize the printer and refused to work until it had the installation software CD. Luckily, my roommate had it handy and found it before he ran off to his own class. Twenty minutes later the stupid thing was printed and I was twenty minutes late to leave the house. All before even starting the other paper! Tell me it's a coincidence.
Have I mentioned that I'm going to Europe at the end of March? The term is over (obviously I was hoping I'd be done), I have a week of spring break to clean up my room, gather funds for rent while I'm gone, make some plans, buy some gear.... and then I'm off for 2 and 1/2 months! I'm so excited I really can't articulate it. I'm probably going to spend all of my savings, but oh well. Really, have you seen the economy? My savings is gone anyway; now it won't just dwindle away on rent and booze and supporting myself between crappy jobs. I would resent every single day my bank account edged a little bit lower on absolutely nothing.
Oh yes, the hexed computers. I refuse to accept that computers are inanimate objects. There's just no way all the shenanigans that went down the morning of the due papers was all a coincidence. I wrote the paper on my desktop. I dug it out because it has a fancy keyboard and so I could use the laptop for internet research and anything else. The printer our house uses is down in the basement, so I'd have to move the files to my laptop when it came time to print. It's a bit of a pain since the desktop has Word Perfect and the lappy Word, but nothing too serious. Except that two different thumb drives wouldn't transfer the files in any form! WHY????? So I dug out a printer in my closet, but that was out of ink. So I went down to the basement, climbed on top of the refrigerator and got a face full of fiberglass from insulation on the wall while trying to unplug the printer. But then! The desktop wouldn't recognize the printer and refused to work until it had the installation software CD. Luckily, my roommate had it handy and found it before he ran off to his own class. Twenty minutes later the stupid thing was printed and I was twenty minutes late to leave the house. All before even starting the other paper! Tell me it's a coincidence.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
#$%^&*(*&^%$# Papers!!
Have I ever mentioned how much I despise writing papers for school? I am, first off, somehow completely incapable of writing them during daylight hours. Oh, I try. Not a word will come out. I always have to wait until the night before, and often, like tonight, there will be more than one paper due the following morning. This usually results in me typing a few useless lines, going to sleep with the alarm set for five, hitting snooze until seven, when in a panic, I'll get up and type something that borders on coherent.
It's gotten to the point where I don't like writing at all. I hardly write in my journal anymore and I only seem to update my blog so that people know I'm not dead. I can't wait until I can enjoy writing again, because I do love it, when I'm given the freedom to do what I want with it. I worry though that the joy may not return. Will it always be a chore? Agghhhhhhhhhh.
It's gotten to the point where I don't like writing at all. I hardly write in my journal anymore and I only seem to update my blog so that people know I'm not dead. I can't wait until I can enjoy writing again, because I do love it, when I'm given the freedom to do what I want with it. I worry though that the joy may not return. Will it always be a chore? Agghhhhhhhhhh.
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