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Sniffle. Allergies suck. And blow. And any other euphemism concerning bad situations.

So hard to get up this morning. Set two different alarms and still ended laying there listening to them both going off for ten minutes before I could summon enough energy to move. So, of course, this is the day that the teacher is a no show. Grrr. The up side to this is that now I can actually do the assignment that was supposed to be critiqued today. Only that means I have to do the assignment. Spring sucks that way, because I get so damn tired of everything school-related.

In an attempt to distract myself from missing C3 due to nothing but comwardice and fear of the unknown, I spent Saturday planting. Granted, it's a little too early to really plant anyhting here, but something should survive until summer. By August everything will have crisped and died in the sun.

I want to go camping. Right now. This minute. Not going to happen, but that's what I want.

Visited my grandma Sunday. She's back in the hospital, again. Pissed me off, because she hates the hospital, and when you're 92 it's kind of a given that your health is not the greatest. But, rather than trying to make her comfortable, my father and his siblings have chosen to pump her full of yet more drugs and leave her in the hospital for the next week.

Stopped by the local Earth Day bash on the way home. I remember it being bigger and less commercialized, but maybe that's just me. Saw Trish. Got some shots of belly dancers. Bought Mom goat cheese. The best part was just being outside in the sun. I think I might try to spend more time outside and dispell my graveyard pallor.

Registered for classes. I don't know why, because the chances of my graduating are about the same as being hit by lightning, but at least I can say I'm still in school. Not taking anymore photo classes, as I've pretty much had them all, except for the ones devoted to processess I will never, ever use. I'm taking Italian, because I would like to learn how to speak it, and orchestra. And, if I can manage to not talk myself out of it, lessons through TMCC. I know I've regressed skillwise.

Work is still the usual mess. D. mentions every so often that he's going to switch me to another shift, but since I can't get a definitive answer from him, I just went ahead and registered for classes.

Eh. I'm sure there's something I should be doing.

*edit - So, it turns out that class has been cancelled today and Wednesday. So much for that whole part where I'm supposed to get a phone call.

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veijukka
Apr. 25th, 2005 08:34 pm (UTC)
*petpet* Hey...at least I haven't given you this plague. I'm still all antibioticized, but at least now I can breathe without concentrating. Most of the time.

Hey, at least you're still taking classes. I keep telling myself I'm going to, but I haven't for over a year now. I took the GRE, and I keep downloading applications like I'm actually going to apply to graduate school. Nevermind that I have no idea what I actually want to study in graduate school...

I've put in my request for Friday May 27th off. I would have asked for more time off, but I had to blow what little PTO I had left on this cold. I might just risk it and try driving up Thursday night. You'll just have to build a really, really big bonfire. ;)
aniaj
Apr. 26th, 2005 09:47 pm (UTC)
Hmm, I think I still remember how to start fires. Like riding a bike. I'll do my best.

Hope you're feeling better by now.
spkn4_4ever
Apr. 26th, 2005 05:52 am (UTC)
Do you want me to kick D for you? Or just bug him a lot... I finally got an answer out of him that way...
aminomiko
Apr. 26th, 2005 07:53 pm (UTC)
I want to go camping too. Right this minute. But then, I want pizza right this minute too and that's not happening either. *sigh*
mustang_bex1126
May. 7th, 2005 07:06 am (UTC)
Italiano? Bene, Bene! E mi lingue favorita! Que cosa professore?
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