I passed!
A few years late in getting it, but I've finally got a driver's license.
I can't tell you how happy that makes me.
:D
Ta for now!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
:)
There's nothing like an ego boost. A writer likes nothing more than validation from others....and I got a healthy dose of it today. I find I rather enjoy it. :)
For tonight, I am content.
I have Brock's birthday present completely figured out, and I'm really hoping he'll like it.
I have my driving test tomorrow morning - a retake (because apparently I didn't stop long enough at the stop signs last times, or take into account "pedestrians" on the sidewalks) - and I'm really really really hoping that I do well enough to pass it.
And for tonight, I'm hoping I don't get more sick than I've been getting.
I almost did the splits today in dance class, got a round of applause from the rest of the class lol and it was indeed a bit exhilarating....another couple classes and I'll be doing the splits completely. It's kind of weird to think about lol. I've never been able to do them before.
Anyway. For today, though I woke up at 430 and started off rather unenthusiastically, it hasn't ended too badly.
Wish me luck for tomorrow and the weeks to come! :)
For tonight, I am content.
I have Brock's birthday present completely figured out, and I'm really hoping he'll like it.
I have my driving test tomorrow morning - a retake (because apparently I didn't stop long enough at the stop signs last times, or take into account "pedestrians" on the sidewalks) - and I'm really really really hoping that I do well enough to pass it.
And for tonight, I'm hoping I don't get more sick than I've been getting.
I almost did the splits today in dance class, got a round of applause from the rest of the class lol and it was indeed a bit exhilarating....another couple classes and I'll be doing the splits completely. It's kind of weird to think about lol. I've never been able to do them before.
Anyway. For today, though I woke up at 430 and started off rather unenthusiastically, it hasn't ended too badly.
Wish me luck for tomorrow and the weeks to come! :)
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Ut re mi fa sol la.....and no, I didn't get this wrong. It's original. ;)
So, it's been a while since I've written a post, and I'm not exactly sure how to go about it anymore.
A few times in the past few weeks I've thought out a post in my head, but I never took the time to write it out or post it. Other things just seem more important.
Now that school is up and going along, I suppose things have mellowed out in their way. I've been able to keep up with my work, most of it has been reading so far, with very few assignments interspersed, but it seems to work out okay. I'm supposed to be getting my first paper assigned on Monday, and I'm a little nervous, because that's a place I had trouble with last year. But, I suppose we'll see. As long as I keep on top of my work, and don't get too frazzled over it, I should be fine. Or so I like to tell myself. Must stay positive.
I'm liking all of my classes...or at least, I was. Lately, they've all been centering around the same thing: religion. It's hard to see how two literature classes and a music history class can be talking about relatively the same thing as my biblical literature class. Almost irritating. I'm hoping, as the semester progresses, there'll be less religion mixed in with the general lessons. I know that my classes have all lost their initial appeal, and become a little boring. I've already started finding myself in that mood that says "i don't want to go, i don't have to go." Thankfully, I haven't skipped yet. But I've become extremely tempted to already. My creative writing class, at the very beginning, was living up to its promise. I was extremely satisfied with it. Now, however, its starting to get off track. Everyone is becoming more comfortable with each other, and the entire class goes on huge tangents and nothing gets read and it's absolutely ridiculous and frustrating.
I've started writing poems again, though, and that makes me happy. My writing class has at least ensured that I write something at least semi-regularly. I'm still working on figuring out how to get back to writing on my book like I was this summer, I haven't been able to keep myself looking at it now that my attention is dragged away to other things. My only problem with the class is that the teacher keeps giving me my poems back and saying "this is very good, but I want you to get past your comfort zone of craft (ie. my rhyming) and write something closer to the truth." Irritating. He wants me to write free verse and sparse of word and be absolutely literal in what I say. In other words, he wants me to write like the poets he likes to read. It's fucking bullshit. I write the way I write, don't push me in another direction. If I don't want to tell the world exactly what the fuck I'm feeling, I have that right.
Anyway. I've been sick for the last week, though I think it's allergies. But, allergies or not, it's still annoying and still won't go away, and it only reminds me of last year where it felt like I was sick almost constantly.
The oddball class that I have is a dance class. Movement for Theater, to be precise. It's actually usually pretty fun. The last couple of classes we've been learning how to do swing dancing. Let me tell you, it's quite a workout. I even got a blister on the underside of my big toe, in the oddest place ever. The teacher has also been teaching us all kinds of "fundamentals" with ballet movement, things like turning, pirouettes, spotting, kicking, and many other things with fancy names that I can't remember lol. She said her main goal for the end of the semester is to have us all able to do the splits. Yikes. But I'm getting pretty close, I think lol. More than I used to be able to do anyway.
So that, at least, is my update. Brock and I are doing good, we're coming up on 9 months together, it almost seems unbelievable to me. I can't tell if it's because it feels like we've been together longer or shorter than that. But a sobering thought came to my mind, this morning. I was thinking through all the visits he'd possibly have in this next year, and pretty soon I came to May and stopped....that's when he'll be going overseas. And I couldn't believe that that's how little I'd see him until he would leave for a year or more. Four days in October, some in November, a couple weeks in December/January, possibly something in March, maybe a visit in April, and then....nothing. And then I think of all the friends I have who are getting engaged and getting married, and we'll still be waiting. Only 34 months until we'll be getting married. Two years, ten months to go. I just hate that we have so many logical reasons to wait. It kills me. I don't want to wait, I never did from the start. But we have to. He doesn't want to be married in separate states, and all of my financial aid is tied up in Rocky. Not to mention the fact that he'll be deploying in about eight months anyway.
All I have to say is, if the world ends in 2012, I will be kicking some serious ass.
A few times in the past few weeks I've thought out a post in my head, but I never took the time to write it out or post it. Other things just seem more important.
Now that school is up and going along, I suppose things have mellowed out in their way. I've been able to keep up with my work, most of it has been reading so far, with very few assignments interspersed, but it seems to work out okay. I'm supposed to be getting my first paper assigned on Monday, and I'm a little nervous, because that's a place I had trouble with last year. But, I suppose we'll see. As long as I keep on top of my work, and don't get too frazzled over it, I should be fine. Or so I like to tell myself. Must stay positive.
I'm liking all of my classes...or at least, I was. Lately, they've all been centering around the same thing: religion. It's hard to see how two literature classes and a music history class can be talking about relatively the same thing as my biblical literature class. Almost irritating. I'm hoping, as the semester progresses, there'll be less religion mixed in with the general lessons. I know that my classes have all lost their initial appeal, and become a little boring. I've already started finding myself in that mood that says "i don't want to go, i don't have to go." Thankfully, I haven't skipped yet. But I've become extremely tempted to already. My creative writing class, at the very beginning, was living up to its promise. I was extremely satisfied with it. Now, however, its starting to get off track. Everyone is becoming more comfortable with each other, and the entire class goes on huge tangents and nothing gets read and it's absolutely ridiculous and frustrating.
I've started writing poems again, though, and that makes me happy. My writing class has at least ensured that I write something at least semi-regularly. I'm still working on figuring out how to get back to writing on my book like I was this summer, I haven't been able to keep myself looking at it now that my attention is dragged away to other things. My only problem with the class is that the teacher keeps giving me my poems back and saying "this is very good, but I want you to get past your comfort zone of craft (ie. my rhyming) and write something closer to the truth." Irritating. He wants me to write free verse and sparse of word and be absolutely literal in what I say. In other words, he wants me to write like the poets he likes to read. It's fucking bullshit. I write the way I write, don't push me in another direction. If I don't want to tell the world exactly what the fuck I'm feeling, I have that right.
Anyway. I've been sick for the last week, though I think it's allergies. But, allergies or not, it's still annoying and still won't go away, and it only reminds me of last year where it felt like I was sick almost constantly.
The oddball class that I have is a dance class. Movement for Theater, to be precise. It's actually usually pretty fun. The last couple of classes we've been learning how to do swing dancing. Let me tell you, it's quite a workout. I even got a blister on the underside of my big toe, in the oddest place ever. The teacher has also been teaching us all kinds of "fundamentals" with ballet movement, things like turning, pirouettes, spotting, kicking, and many other things with fancy names that I can't remember lol. She said her main goal for the end of the semester is to have us all able to do the splits. Yikes. But I'm getting pretty close, I think lol. More than I used to be able to do anyway.
So that, at least, is my update. Brock and I are doing good, we're coming up on 9 months together, it almost seems unbelievable to me. I can't tell if it's because it feels like we've been together longer or shorter than that. But a sobering thought came to my mind, this morning. I was thinking through all the visits he'd possibly have in this next year, and pretty soon I came to May and stopped....that's when he'll be going overseas. And I couldn't believe that that's how little I'd see him until he would leave for a year or more. Four days in October, some in November, a couple weeks in December/January, possibly something in March, maybe a visit in April, and then....nothing. And then I think of all the friends I have who are getting engaged and getting married, and we'll still be waiting. Only 34 months until we'll be getting married. Two years, ten months to go. I just hate that we have so many logical reasons to wait. It kills me. I don't want to wait, I never did from the start. But we have to. He doesn't want to be married in separate states, and all of my financial aid is tied up in Rocky. Not to mention the fact that he'll be deploying in about eight months anyway.
All I have to say is, if the world ends in 2012, I will be kicking some serious ass.
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