A LOT OF RANDOM
I'm going away for the weekend, again. Seeing as how I just got back from the midwest, I would normally decline. This particular excursion involves a log cabin and snowmobiles, both of which are expressly mentioned in my profile at left -- hence, I *must* go. It's also likely to be the last hurrah of the season. Go, snow!
Should I go given the amount of writing I still have to make-up for classes? Probably not. But, I just keep telling myself that if I bring my backpack, my ish* will get done. I give it a 50/50 shot.
[*- this is is a word of my own design -- as far as I know, anyway -- that I use in place of "shit," which is, in my mind, one of the ugliest words in the common lexicon. Please don't call me a hypocrit if I slip in the future, though: I maintain to be far from perfect and/or consistent.]
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One of my roommates left for a business trip on Tuesday morning, an altogether regular occurance until he called home yesterday evening.
"Dan," he said, "I need a favor. A big one." Naturally, I asked what he needed.
"[Girl I Just Started Dating/Messing Around With] is probably coming up to the place on Friday to spend the night...." And?
"And... the apartment's trashed." Mind you, the apartment *is* trashed. I had nothing to do with the trashing, however. It was he, in fact, who was, along with my other, notoriously messy roommate, tapped to clean the apartment while I was gone last week. Seeing as how I'd cleaned it each of the four weeks prior, I figured it was a reasonable request. Apparently not. But, there's more....
"My flight doesn't get in until 10:30 at night on Friday, Dan," he continued. (Using my name a second time made him sound almost condescending.) "She's coming up after work. We'll probably get there at the same time. So, if you could have the placed cleaned, that'd be awesome." You don't say. Okay, is there anything else I can do for you?
"Yeah... If you can't get Gray to do it, would you clean my bathroom, too? I'll clean yours on Sunday." And?
"...and I don't like the shower curtain: it's dirty and has scum on it. There's no place to buy on in town, though..." Bed, Bath & Beyond, but don't ask.
"Right."
It's a damn good thing he's one of my best friends (and the one I'm moving to Seattle with).
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Why does it seem that every time I find time to play World of Warcraft on Deathwing, the server is down? It's almost uncanny. I miss talking to the Suicide Squad (while being unproductive w/ my priest).
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In Broadcast Management & Programming on Monday, my professor decided that, as penance for missing the class during which the (dreaded) group project was assigned, I should join one of the groups that were "lagging behind the timetable."
"Actually," he went went on, "your missing class was fortuitous, because I think you're just what both of these groups needs: some direction and thought."
And thought? They weren't thinking before? Have they been using a system of dice rolls to randomly determine the fate of their final? Stranger things've happenened, sure, but seriously...
Some things to consider:
1.) If you're looking to me for direction, I can't help you right now -- I'm kind of a train wreck. Advice or my two cents? Sure. Leadership? Don't bank on it.
2. The assignment is to conceive a television series, write the treatment, and present a live pitch to the class. There's more to this than I'm listing, but suffice to say that both of the aforementioned teams-in-need decided on (copycat) reality dating shows. Yeah... I'd rather gag myself with a spoon.
In the interest of self-preservation, I decided to be my own group. I dreamed my own series, wrote a preliminary treatment, and pitched the professor the idea of my group of one. I won't know if I have a green light until Monday. Fingers crossed.
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My screenplay is on hold. My novel-thing is also on hold. Instead, I'm working on a stageplay, a short story, and a poem for Creative Writing, as well as three creative expository essays for Communication & the Quality of Life -- which in it's current form really should be re-named Metaphysics 101.
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I read four books over break. My favorite was Pullman's Golden Compass, which is the first of the His Dark Materials trilogy. T'was much fun.
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Good night.
I'm going away for the weekend, again. Seeing as how I just got back from the midwest, I would normally decline. This particular excursion involves a log cabin and snowmobiles, both of which are expressly mentioned in my profile at left -- hence, I *must* go. It's also likely to be the last hurrah of the season. Go, snow!
Should I go given the amount of writing I still have to make-up for classes? Probably not. But, I just keep telling myself that if I bring my backpack, my ish* will get done. I give it a 50/50 shot.
[*- this is is a word of my own design -- as far as I know, anyway -- that I use in place of "shit," which is, in my mind, one of the ugliest words in the common lexicon. Please don't call me a hypocrit if I slip in the future, though: I maintain to be far from perfect and/or consistent.]
...
One of my roommates left for a business trip on Tuesday morning, an altogether regular occurance until he called home yesterday evening.
"Dan," he said, "I need a favor. A big one." Naturally, I asked what he needed.
"[Girl I Just Started Dating/Messing Around With] is probably coming up to the place on Friday to spend the night...." And?
"And... the apartment's trashed." Mind you, the apartment *is* trashed. I had nothing to do with the trashing, however. It was he, in fact, who was, along with my other, notoriously messy roommate, tapped to clean the apartment while I was gone last week. Seeing as how I'd cleaned it each of the four weeks prior, I figured it was a reasonable request. Apparently not. But, there's more....
"My flight doesn't get in until 10:30 at night on Friday, Dan," he continued. (Using my name a second time made him sound almost condescending.) "She's coming up after work. We'll probably get there at the same time. So, if you could have the placed cleaned, that'd be awesome." You don't say. Okay, is there anything else I can do for you?
"Yeah... If you can't get Gray to do it, would you clean my bathroom, too? I'll clean yours on Sunday." And?
"...and I don't like the shower curtain: it's dirty and has scum on it. There's no place to buy on in town, though..." Bed, Bath & Beyond, but don't ask.
"Right."
It's a damn good thing he's one of my best friends (and the one I'm moving to Seattle with).
...
Why does it seem that every time I find time to play World of Warcraft on Deathwing, the server is down? It's almost uncanny. I miss talking to the Suicide Squad (while being unproductive w/ my priest).
...
In Broadcast Management & Programming on Monday, my professor decided that, as penance for missing the class during which the (dreaded) group project was assigned, I should join one of the groups that were "lagging behind the timetable."
"Actually," he went went on, "your missing class was fortuitous, because I think you're just what both of these groups needs: some direction and thought."
And thought? They weren't thinking before? Have they been using a system of dice rolls to randomly determine the fate of their final? Stranger things've happenened, sure, but seriously...
Some things to consider:
1.) If you're looking to me for direction, I can't help you right now -- I'm kind of a train wreck. Advice or my two cents? Sure. Leadership? Don't bank on it.
2. The assignment is to conceive a television series, write the treatment, and present a live pitch to the class. There's more to this than I'm listing, but suffice to say that both of the aforementioned teams-in-need decided on (copycat) reality dating shows. Yeah... I'd rather gag myself with a spoon.
In the interest of self-preservation, I decided to be my own group. I dreamed my own series, wrote a preliminary treatment, and pitched the professor the idea of my group of one. I won't know if I have a green light until Monday. Fingers crossed.
...
My screenplay is on hold. My novel-thing is also on hold. Instead, I'm working on a stageplay, a short story, and a poem for Creative Writing, as well as three creative expository essays for Communication & the Quality of Life -- which in it's current form really should be re-named Metaphysics 101.
...
I read four books over break. My favorite was Pullman's Golden Compass, which is the first of the His Dark Materials trilogy. T'was much fun.
...
Good night.
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