I wouldn't say that this weekend was a bad one, but it certainly did not live up the glorified Halloweens that live eternally within my nostalgia. It feels odd not to do anything for Halloween, but I'm hoping beyond hope that this year will prove to be the exception, and not the new rule.
In other news, I need to call my editor tomorrow. I haven't heard anything in concern to the proposal I sent him, although its most likely a case of things moving slowly through their chaotic office, and a little remainder might get things moving. The first book required a lot of these, except this time my nerves aren't fraying from anxiety.
I need a project to get me through this winter, or otherwise
ennui will overshadow everything as it did this summer. Lately there's just something about solstices that rub me the wrong way; I wonder if there's some underlying meaning to that?
I think I can get all my classes but one or two on the local campus. This is a great relief to me (or shall be) as I would love to avoid spending any undue amount of time in Huntington, as it is a place that I have come to believe is my own personal Hell on earth. One more semester to bolster my GPA and I can leave this place in my past. Perhaps sooner if that threat about "attacking the red states" has any weight to it; my fantasies of seeing this place as a burning ruin aren't nearly as fun when terrorists promise to make it happen. Why must you make my dreams of seeing a holocaust of rednecks seem so dirty, Mr. bin Laden? It might seem arrogant to think that is place would make an attractive target, but if you knew what they're making in those chemical plants, you'd think twice about it. One chemical (whose name I shall not mention) once was leaked and killed dozens and hospitalized nearly a hundred in a handful of weeks. The amount released? One teaspoon. Thanks Dow! Consider that, along with the fact that all our oil refineries are lined up like a fuse on cartoon powderkeg, and you have yourself a jihad jubilee. Of course, the positioning of said plants would also take out a large chunk from Ohio and Kentucky, so pretty much the entire Valley is a killzone. In conclusion, Canada is great place to live!
I am so bored. So bored in fact, that I'm nearly finished with all my homework...for the rest of the semester. I was so bored this weekend that I actually checked my class syllabi and wrote papers that won't even be due until early December. Killing time in this place is getting harder and harder; another sign that my time here is truly ending.
In other news, I need to call my editor tomorrow. I haven't heard anything in concern to the proposal I sent him, although its most likely a case of things moving slowly through their chaotic office, and a little remainder might get things moving. The first book required a lot of these, except this time my nerves aren't fraying from anxiety.
I need a project to get me through this winter, or otherwise
ennui will overshadow everything as it did this summer. Lately there's just something about solstices that rub me the wrong way; I wonder if there's some underlying meaning to that?
I think I can get all my classes but one or two on the local campus. This is a great relief to me (or shall be) as I would love to avoid spending any undue amount of time in Huntington, as it is a place that I have come to believe is my own personal Hell on earth. One more semester to bolster my GPA and I can leave this place in my past. Perhaps sooner if that threat about "attacking the red states" has any weight to it; my fantasies of seeing this place as a burning ruin aren't nearly as fun when terrorists promise to make it happen. Why must you make my dreams of seeing a holocaust of rednecks seem so dirty, Mr. bin Laden? It might seem arrogant to think that is place would make an attractive target, but if you knew what they're making in those chemical plants, you'd think twice about it. One chemical (whose name I shall not mention) once was leaked and killed dozens and hospitalized nearly a hundred in a handful of weeks. The amount released? One teaspoon. Thanks Dow! Consider that, along with the fact that all our oil refineries are lined up like a fuse on cartoon powderkeg, and you have yourself a jihad jubilee. Of course, the positioning of said plants would also take out a large chunk from Ohio and Kentucky, so pretty much the entire Valley is a killzone. In conclusion, Canada is great place to live!
I am so bored. So bored in fact, that I'm nearly finished with all my homework...for the rest of the semester. I was so bored this weekend that I actually checked my class syllabi and wrote papers that won't even be due until early December. Killing time in this place is getting harder and harder; another sign that my time here is truly ending.
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archernu:
Yeah, I've pretty much decided that group projects were designed by The Powers That Be to test my self-control. I'm very close to failing. I get the sense that you empathize, though; and for that I thank you.
lotus:
you bet!