November 06, 2000 :: 11:27 p.m.
no branding irons, please
If you take a look at the "current" stats thing over to your right, you'll notice that I AM READING A BOOK. Indeed, I started it this afternoon. I've had it for ages, since I borrowed it from Adam during the summer, but I never got around to reading it. School and stuff. But this afternoon around 2, our power went out. The entire neighborhood's power went out, actually, and it didn't come back on until 5. So I spent those three hours alternately knitting and reading by candlelight in my frigid living room. It was nice, in that "Wow, it's just like I'm back at the homestead" kind of way. My popsicles got kind of mushy, though, which is less fun. Boo to mushy popsicles. Refrigerators/freezers should come with their own backup generators or something.
After the power came back on, I made myself some dinner (parmesan ranch fake chicken patty, how I love thee... ) and then left for class. It was more boring than usual, sadly, but I made it through. Prof. Wallace has been holding my stories captive, it would seem... usually when we hand something in, we get it back the next week with comments and such. Well I've handed in THREE stories in the last three weeks and I haven't gotten any of them back. It's rather irritating, actually. He said he's going to email me his critique of the one I handed in last week, but it's just not the same. Poohead. I'm going to sign up for Creative Writing Part Deux shortly, as it's the one class I really love. Anthro is good too, but I'm not like, "Woohoo! Anthropology time!" At least not usually.
As I was leaving the building after class tonight, one of the janitors had music playing. The song was familiar, but I have no idea who it's by. Not that it matters, really. It just seemed so perfect, walking down the empty, brightly-lit hallway while appropriate music played in the background. It was movie-esque, really. And I got to thinking about how life would be so much cooler if it had a soundtrack. Like, say you're kind of sad and you take a walk one chilly autumn night... and some melancholy piano music with meaningful lyrics about loneliness and hope starts playing. Or you wake up really excited for something, and up-beat rock with an exclamation point chorus plays while you get ready for whatever it is that you're so excited for. Seriously, that would be great. I would like life so much more if music played over my everyday stuff. Also, money falling from the sky couldn't hurt.
During the drive home I concluded for the 437th time that I Hate Driving At Night. Everyone is meaner and faster and scarier. And I get all claustrophobic and panicky in those cattle-chute things that are so very common here. For we are Pennsylvania, leading the nation in road work crew employment. Gah.
So I'm trying to figure out my classes for next semester. This is difficult, as I'm not even sure if I'm going full-time or part-time. Or what I'm studying, or what I'm working toward.
Ha! I just saw my former Glass teacher and the brother of a guy I went to high school with quotes on the Tyler School of Art's website. Seeing "Mechanicsburg, PA" under someone's name just seems funny to me, maybe because, well, I sort of lived there for most of my life.
But as I was saying, I'm trying to pick my classes. It's hard. I've been thinking about just going part-time until the boy is out of school, working and saving money and all that. Because then I can go wherever I want, which is really what it's all about. It's been my decision to stay close to home, but if I can convince him to come with me (which is plausible) then I won't really have to. On the other hand, I'd feel like a big loser. Don't ask why. I have a well of issues deeper than the world has ever known.
I don't know. School is poo. I'm going to go watch Aladdin and try to finish my dad's hat. Tomorrow, I get paid. There will be much rejoicing and possibly a choir of angels sent by god to herald the gold-plated slip of paper's arrival. And then it will be gone, because I have things to buy. Things that are not for me. No, I have things to buy for a certain male someone whom I have been relating to on an intimate level for very nearly 3 years. Unfortunately, my check won't cover the stuff I really want to get him... but it'll be better than nothing. I hope.
Oh, and last night's Angel rocked. Definitely my favorite so far this season. I'll be catching tonight's new Tru Calling tomorrow, since Adam taped it for me. Hopefully it'll be less heavy-handed than the premier. I don't watch much TV, but I'm fairly obsessive when it comes to what I do watch. Some form of OCD, I'm sure. Like I must watch Angel every week or I won't be able to sleep or eat or bathe, and I will become a dirty, ragged mess with bones jutting out everywhere. Or, you know, less extreme. More along the lines of sad.
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