2003-10-28
Just a short, short note, as I have to run to a chem lab, and I'm not sure if I'll have time to update this later on tonight.
My theater presentation that I was so worried about... the one I thought I'd fall asleep during. I didn't end up doing it on the 8th, or the 15th. I did it the monday after that. Prof kept forgetting about the presentation.
Well, I did it eventually, and was really really nervous. The guy who went before me did and excellent job, and he was a tough act to follow. I messed up a bit, felt my face turn completely red. And then people asked questions. Evil people. I seriously said 'What? There's questions?? I can't just run away now??' And then the teacher laughed at me. As if I was kidding. Gah.
I got my mark back yesterday... and I was really scared to look at it at first. I read the comments to start with... stuff about proncuniation and what not. He also wrote that I seemed really nervous, and I didn't have to be. Perhaps I should explain to him that for me, doing an oral presentation in French is akin to being put up in front of a firing squad. On the bright side... he wrote that I really knew my stuff. Yay me.
Long story short, I got an A on my presentation. A high 'A', to be precise. 87%, to be even more precise. Only one thing to say to that... 'How the HELL did I mange that?!?!'
And I'm spent.
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My theater presentation that I was so worried about... the one I thought I'd fall asleep during. I didn't end up doing it on the 8th, or the 15th. I did it the monday after that. Prof kept forgetting about the presentation.
Well, I did it eventually, and was really really nervous. The guy who went before me did and excellent job, and he was a tough act to follow. I messed up a bit, felt my face turn completely red. And then people asked questions. Evil people. I seriously said 'What? There's questions?? I can't just run away now??' And then the teacher laughed at me. As if I was kidding. Gah.
I got my mark back yesterday... and I was really scared to look at it at first. I read the comments to start with... stuff about proncuniation and what not. He also wrote that I seemed really nervous, and I didn't have to be. Perhaps I should explain to him that for me, doing an oral presentation in French is akin to being put up in front of a firing squad. On the bright side... he wrote that I really knew my stuff. Yay me.
Long story short, I got an A on my presentation. A high 'A', to be precise. 87%, to be even more precise. Only one thing to say to that... 'How the HELL did I mange that?!?!'
And I'm spent.
2003-10-21
Current mood: If I told you, I'd have to rate this blog 'R' for obscene language and scenes of extreme violence.
Currently watching: Computer screen... DUH!
Currently listening to: People typing all around me.
Currently reading: My Chimie des éléments représentatifs lab protocole.
Current quote: "I'm a lesbian!" Says this girl as she's picking off a hair that's clinging to my lab coat. This hair just happened to be on my boob. Was funny at the time.
................... SIGH.
First off, let me say Happy Belated Birthday to my buddy Elissa. Or Ed, as I used to call her. Or was I Ed and she was Bob?? Can't remember. I haven't mentioned her before because I RARELY see her anymore. We don't go to school together and we usually don't hang out anymore. Which is too bad, because she's funny and I have a great time with her. Whether we're out Trick-or-Treating and dancing the Macerana in people's driveways while she's trying to shove a plastic Death scythe up my bum or whether we're sitting outside at 2 a.m. and waiting for a cab for over and hour and a half, Elissa knows how to make life fun and make me laugh. So, let's all give E a big round of applause. YAY!!
Next off... there's the rant section. But that will have to wait because I have to go phone someone who left to quickly pick up her daughter from a near-by school and then is supposed to come back to help me finish up a lab report because I don't know what the heck I'm doing and she has part of the report plus some neato pics I printed up for it. She left over an hour ago... and now I wait. SIGH.
Oh... and it's my sister's 23rd birthday today. I almost forgot. For I am blonde, hear me roar!! Well, Mel, Happy Birthday, ya old git!! BUAHAHA.
And I'm spent.
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Currently watching: Computer screen... DUH!
Currently listening to: People typing all around me.
Currently reading: My Chimie des éléments représentatifs lab protocole.
Current quote: "I'm a lesbian!" Says this girl as she's picking off a hair that's clinging to my lab coat. This hair just happened to be on my boob. Was funny at the time.
................... SIGH.
First off, let me say Happy Belated Birthday to my buddy Elissa. Or Ed, as I used to call her. Or was I Ed and she was Bob?? Can't remember. I haven't mentioned her before because I RARELY see her anymore. We don't go to school together and we usually don't hang out anymore. Which is too bad, because she's funny and I have a great time with her. Whether we're out Trick-or-Treating and dancing the Macerana in people's driveways while she's trying to shove a plastic Death scythe up my bum or whether we're sitting outside at 2 a.m. and waiting for a cab for over and hour and a half, Elissa knows how to make life fun and make me laugh. So, let's all give E a big round of applause. YAY!!
Next off... there's the rant section. But that will have to wait because I have to go phone someone who left to quickly pick up her daughter from a near-by school and then is supposed to come back to help me finish up a lab report because I don't know what the heck I'm doing and she has part of the report plus some neato pics I printed up for it. She left over an hour ago... and now I wait. SIGH.
Oh... and it's my sister's 23rd birthday today. I almost forgot. For I am blonde, hear me roar!! Well, Mel, Happy Birthday, ya old git!! BUAHAHA.
And I'm spent.
2003-10-16
Epilogue: A Day in the Life of Trigun
I trudged into my bedroom and threw my school bag on the ground next to a heap of dirty clothes. Feeling cold and tired and generally in a grouchy mood, I slumped down on my bed and scowled. Homework and deadlines loomed on the horizon. I knew I should get started on it, that procrastination would only lead to stress and sleepless nights. But the truth was, I didn't want to do homework... hell, I hadn't wanted to for the past three years. But I always did... at the last minute. I sighed and resigned myself to a boring night of reading some french play or writing up a chemistry lab report.
But first: supper. Which is provided by one whom I call 'Mom'. Speaking of which, where is this 'Mom'? Why is the house suspicisiously quite? I dragged myself to the kitchen, and found only a note sitting on the table. "Gone to the Y. Be back later. Love you sweetie. -Mom" Hm... I guess it's tuna sandwiches for supper, then. I could cook, but I generally avoid it with a passion. But making tuna sandwiches requires so much effort... well, I'm not really that hungry. I could wait to eat. I poured myself a glass of milk instead, because hey, milk does a body good. Except in my case, liposuction would do a body good. I kid.
I sighed and went back to my room.
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I trudged into my bedroom and threw my school bag on the ground next to a heap of dirty clothes. Feeling cold and tired and generally in a grouchy mood, I slumped down on my bed and scowled. Homework and deadlines loomed on the horizon. I knew I should get started on it, that procrastination would only lead to stress and sleepless nights. But the truth was, I didn't want to do homework... hell, I hadn't wanted to for the past three years. But I always did... at the last minute. I sighed and resigned myself to a boring night of reading some french play or writing up a chemistry lab report.
But first: supper. Which is provided by one whom I call 'Mom'. Speaking of which, where is this 'Mom'? Why is the house suspicisiously quite? I dragged myself to the kitchen, and found only a note sitting on the table. "Gone to the Y. Be back later. Love you sweetie. -Mom" Hm... I guess it's tuna sandwiches for supper, then. I could cook, but I generally avoid it with a passion. But making tuna sandwiches requires so much effort... well, I'm not really that hungry. I could wait to eat. I poured myself a glass of milk instead, because hey, milk does a body good. Except in my case, liposuction would do a body good. I kid.
I sighed and went back to my room.
Current mood: Partialy happy 'cause Carla used something I wrote in her blog, partialy scared because I SWEAR the computer laughed at me when I logged into Tannis_Tachi. No, I'm serious!! And the toaster's been threatening to kill me. And the tea kettel's eating all my cookies.
Currently watching: Nothing, but I was watching Angel earlier tonight. For the Spike factor. Was highly disappointed 'cause he was hardly in the episode... in more ways than one. Also, he still had his clothes on. Grr.
Currently listening to: Myself typing. That's right.
Well, as I said before: "EEEK!! the computer's laughing at me!!" I swear it does every time I log into Tannis_Tachi (aka mini-elarielf's site). Either the computer's possessed or Tannis did something to make her site all laughy just to spite me.
By the way, with regards to my last post and that presentation I was all stressed about... you're all prolly wondering how that went. Okay, you're not, but I'll tell you anyways.
Wednesday afternoon (8th of october): Teacher starts teaching (who'da thunk it). I am sorta not listening because I'm STRESSED. I figure he's going to save the presentations for last. Class ends at 4:00 (well, closer to 3:45). I look at my watch, time is 3:25. I'm like "hm... he's gonna start the presentations soon. Or maybe he forgot and we'll do them next week. NO!! Don't think that! The second you think that, he'll make you get up and present your thing." Then, it's 3:30, and I'm thinking "Maybe the class will go a bit late to accomadate the presentations." Then I go back to stressing. Finally, 3:45 rolls along, the teacher says (in french) "You know, we're going to have to start those oral presentations soon." I, of course, just stare at him. I'd been stressing for several days and not getting much sleep because I was worried about this thing. And then the teacher totally forgot about it. So, he decided we should present next week (15th).
So, next week comes along, he starts the class off by saying "Well, I've corrected your papers. This is what I didn't like about them." The next hour was spent with... this is the french version of a bibliography. This is the american version. This is how you do a citation. La la la....
Then he goes over the plan of our oral presentations... the day that a couple of us are supposed to give our presentations. The last part of the conclusion is supposed to be our personal opinion of the play we're presenting. I ask one innocent question, expecting a yes or no answer. I said "Are we allowed to use 'I' in the personal opinion part, or are we supposed to try and keep it objective?" I was totally expecting a quick answer and then on to the presentations we go.
"Yes, you can use 'I'. You see, when writing a dissertation..." half hour later "... well, I guess Réal and Theresa will have to present their presentations on Monday." Gah!! Ah well.
Wow. This is a long post. I type to much. Actually, I had a totally other reason for posting, but I think I'll put it in a different post. It's sorta an Epilogue to my "Day in the life of Trigun" story. In which Spike gets killed... with sweet, sweeeet lovin'. >;) Tee hee.
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Currently watching: Nothing, but I was watching Angel earlier tonight. For the Spike factor. Was highly disappointed 'cause he was hardly in the episode... in more ways than one. Also, he still had his clothes on. Grr.
Currently listening to: Myself typing. That's right.
Well, as I said before: "EEEK!! the computer's laughing at me!!" I swear it does every time I log into Tannis_Tachi (aka mini-elarielf's site). Either the computer's possessed or Tannis did something to make her site all laughy just to spite me.
By the way, with regards to my last post and that presentation I was all stressed about... you're all prolly wondering how that went. Okay, you're not, but I'll tell you anyways.
Wednesday afternoon (8th of october): Teacher starts teaching (who'da thunk it). I am sorta not listening because I'm STRESSED. I figure he's going to save the presentations for last. Class ends at 4:00 (well, closer to 3:45). I look at my watch, time is 3:25. I'm like "hm... he's gonna start the presentations soon. Or maybe he forgot and we'll do them next week. NO!! Don't think that! The second you think that, he'll make you get up and present your thing." Then, it's 3:30, and I'm thinking "Maybe the class will go a bit late to accomadate the presentations." Then I go back to stressing. Finally, 3:45 rolls along, the teacher says (in french) "You know, we're going to have to start those oral presentations soon." I, of course, just stare at him. I'd been stressing for several days and not getting much sleep because I was worried about this thing. And then the teacher totally forgot about it. So, he decided we should present next week (15th).
So, next week comes along, he starts the class off by saying "Well, I've corrected your papers. This is what I didn't like about them." The next hour was spent with... this is the french version of a bibliography. This is the american version. This is how you do a citation. La la la....
Then he goes over the plan of our oral presentations... the day that a couple of us are supposed to give our presentations. The last part of the conclusion is supposed to be our personal opinion of the play we're presenting. I ask one innocent question, expecting a yes or no answer. I said "Are we allowed to use 'I' in the personal opinion part, or are we supposed to try and keep it objective?" I was totally expecting a quick answer and then on to the presentations we go.
"Yes, you can use 'I'. You see, when writing a dissertation..." half hour later "... well, I guess Réal and Theresa will have to present their presentations on Monday." Gah!! Ah well.
Wow. This is a long post. I type to much. Actually, I had a totally other reason for posting, but I think I'll put it in a different post. It's sorta an Epilogue to my "Day in the life of Trigun" story. In which Spike gets killed... with sweet, sweeeet lovin'. >;) Tee hee.
2003-10-07
Current mood:
ARGH!!
I just had to get that out of my system. Of course, actually screaming ARGH out loud would have been much more satisfying than merely typing it, but it's probably very inappropriate at this point in time, seeing as I'm at school, in the computer lab, and there's other people here. They'll get scared.
Well, I am currently very, very stressed. I have a presentation to do tomorrow and I am so *insert appropriate profanity here*-ed. And not in the way I'd like to be. *sigh* Poor Spike, sitting all alone in my closet, feeling unloved and rejected because, lately, I've been too damned busy and STRESSED to even think about having my wicked, wicked way with him.
I'm so worried about this thing tomorrow that my heart is pounding a mile a minute. I doubt I've had even five hours of good sleep since, oh, Saturday night. And I KNOW that I won't get a good night's sleep tonight. Either homework, coffee or paralyzing, terrifying stress will keep me awake. I just know it.
Hm... I wonder if my theater prof will take marks off my presentation if I FALL ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!! I can just see it now.
Me: *translated from french text* '... One also notices that, during the course of arguments or heated debates, the actors tend to use a great deal of language based on religion. They may ask certain saints for forgiviness, or use terms such as.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'
Prof: *in french* Uh... Theresa??
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: Are you okay??
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: Well, let's see... minus a million points for falling asleep during your OWN PRESENTATION. You do realise this means you've failed this course...?
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every other course you'll ever take with me...
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every course you've ever taken here at CUSB...
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every course you will EVER take ANYWHERE
Me: *in a daze* just five more minutes mom.
Prof: ............... Get out of my classroom and don't ever come back.
Yeah, I can TOTALLY see that happening. Hm... welcome back, dear Panic, my old friend. And as for my old friend, Procrastination... I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!! Don't you understand? It's over! What we had together is over. I don't want you in my life anymore. Do you realise you're violating the restraining order? You could soooo go to jail for this. But, oh, why must you tempt me so with your sweet promises of "I can finish it tomorrow" and "Tomorrow never comes"? Will I NEVER be free of this temptation to yield to your every sick, psychotic whim? Oh, how I curse you, cold and uncaring Fate. You, who have forever wedded me to Procrastination... who has bound my contradictory heart to that which I both love and loath. Am I bound, 'til my final day, to spend my days with one for whom life is made of naught but tomorrows? Mock me not with your silence, for I MUST find the answers to these troublesome questions.
Eh. I'll do it tomorrow.
(Hm... where the heck did THAT come from? From Kentucky? Ahhh... it all makes so much more sense now.)
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ARGH!!
I just had to get that out of my system. Of course, actually screaming ARGH out loud would have been much more satisfying than merely typing it, but it's probably very inappropriate at this point in time, seeing as I'm at school, in the computer lab, and there's other people here. They'll get scared.
Well, I am currently very, very stressed. I have a presentation to do tomorrow and I am so *insert appropriate profanity here*-ed. And not in the way I'd like to be. *sigh* Poor Spike, sitting all alone in my closet, feeling unloved and rejected because, lately, I've been too damned busy and STRESSED to even think about having my wicked, wicked way with him.
I'm so worried about this thing tomorrow that my heart is pounding a mile a minute. I doubt I've had even five hours of good sleep since, oh, Saturday night. And I KNOW that I won't get a good night's sleep tonight. Either homework, coffee or paralyzing, terrifying stress will keep me awake. I just know it.
Hm... I wonder if my theater prof will take marks off my presentation if I FALL ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE OF IT!! I can just see it now.
Me: *translated from french text* '... One also notices that, during the course of arguments or heated debates, the actors tend to use a great deal of language based on religion. They may ask certain saints for forgiviness, or use terms such as.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'
Prof: *in french* Uh... Theresa??
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: Are you okay??
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: Well, let's see... minus a million points for falling asleep during your OWN PRESENTATION. You do realise this means you've failed this course...?
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every other course you'll ever take with me...
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every course you've ever taken here at CUSB...
Me: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Prof: And every course you will EVER take ANYWHERE
Me: *in a daze* just five more minutes mom.
Prof: ............... Get out of my classroom and don't ever come back.
Yeah, I can TOTALLY see that happening. Hm... welcome back, dear Panic, my old friend. And as for my old friend, Procrastination... I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!! Don't you understand? It's over! What we had together is over. I don't want you in my life anymore. Do you realise you're violating the restraining order? You could soooo go to jail for this. But, oh, why must you tempt me so with your sweet promises of "I can finish it tomorrow" and "Tomorrow never comes"? Will I NEVER be free of this temptation to yield to your every sick, psychotic whim? Oh, how I curse you, cold and uncaring Fate. You, who have forever wedded me to Procrastination... who has bound my contradictory heart to that which I both love and loath. Am I bound, 'til my final day, to spend my days with one for whom life is made of naught but tomorrows? Mock me not with your silence, for I MUST find the answers to these troublesome questions.
Eh. I'll do it tomorrow.
(Hm... where the heck did THAT come from? From Kentucky? Ahhh... it all makes so much more sense now.)
2003-10-02
And here's another quiz. Why?? Because I saw it on Carla's site and wanted to try it.
You are Kakashi!
Which Naruto Character Are You?
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Hmmmm... and I didn't even have to fix the answers for this. Except, contrary to what the quiz may claim, I really don't read dirty books to kids. I don't share my dirty books with anyone. They're all mine!!!!!
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You are Kakashi!
Which Naruto Character Are You?
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Hmmmm... and I didn't even have to fix the answers for this. Except, contrary to what the quiz may claim, I really don't read dirty books to kids. I don't share my dirty books with anyone. They're all mine!!!!!
