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Sleep-deprived babbling
Mar. 11th, 2008 12:15 amSo I probably should be sleeping right now, but I'm not, and I can't find a way to rectify that.
Last Thursday I wrote the anthropology unit test. I have slightly strange handwriting, most people do. Mine is strange in that it looks like the stereotypical old-fashioned elegant writing that shows up frequently on book covers and in movies. My teacher came to the conclusion that I write like a school-marm, and, after threatening several times to buy me a fountain pen to write with, actually did. It was fun and made me feel special, but I gave it back to him at the end of the test because I wouldn't have kept using it. I prefer to write in pencil, and the nib was a bit too thick for my tastes.
I'm actually kind of shocked that I found anthropology to be so amazing. I knew I was going to like it, but I had no idea how interesting it really was. We've moved on to psychology, which I know I'll love, so that's something to look forward to.
The other class... not so much. I don't really feel like going into it, so I'll just say "dull, empty, cow-like eyes". Read that as you will.
I don't know what the hell happened to my social life. I haven't seen anybody for quite a while. There was a nice incident when F and I went out to see Jumper (it wasn't that great) and met T. He gave me a hug, which I think is a positive reaction, and we spoke, and then spoke again several days later. I occasionally need reassurance that my presence doesn't send people scattering, so that helped.
We got snowed in on the weekend. It was fun. It was cold. Interesting fact: on Wednesday the snow was so plentiful that the city bus lines shut down and people who hadn't taken action before it got too bad were having trouble leaving the house. School however, was not cancelled. Our school stayed on all day, but I've heard that another one shut itself down because there were only about two students who made it to each class. I am unimpressed by a school board that would keep schools running on such a day.
I am starting to tire now, and my bed is looking so nice, and warm, and comfortable. Worry not my dear internet, for though I leave you now, I'll return on the 'morrow to see what new mindfuckery you've concocted. Goodnight, my sweet, goodnight.
Last Thursday I wrote the anthropology unit test. I have slightly strange handwriting, most people do. Mine is strange in that it looks like the stereotypical old-fashioned elegant writing that shows up frequently on book covers and in movies. My teacher came to the conclusion that I write like a school-marm, and, after threatening several times to buy me a fountain pen to write with, actually did. It was fun and made me feel special, but I gave it back to him at the end of the test because I wouldn't have kept using it. I prefer to write in pencil, and the nib was a bit too thick for my tastes.
I'm actually kind of shocked that I found anthropology to be so amazing. I knew I was going to like it, but I had no idea how interesting it really was. We've moved on to psychology, which I know I'll love, so that's something to look forward to.
The other class... not so much. I don't really feel like going into it, so I'll just say "dull, empty, cow-like eyes". Read that as you will.
I don't know what the hell happened to my social life. I haven't seen anybody for quite a while. There was a nice incident when F and I went out to see Jumper (it wasn't that great) and met T. He gave me a hug, which I think is a positive reaction, and we spoke, and then spoke again several days later. I occasionally need reassurance that my presence doesn't send people scattering, so that helped.
We got snowed in on the weekend. It was fun. It was cold. Interesting fact: on Wednesday the snow was so plentiful that the city bus lines shut down and people who hadn't taken action before it got too bad were having trouble leaving the house. School however, was not cancelled. Our school stayed on all day, but I've heard that another one shut itself down because there were only about two students who made it to each class. I am unimpressed by a school board that would keep schools running on such a day.
I am starting to tire now, and my bed is looking so nice, and warm, and comfortable. Worry not my dear internet, for though I leave you now, I'll return on the 'morrow to see what new mindfuckery you've concocted. Goodnight, my sweet, goodnight.
