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"I'm ambivalent about your ambivalence."
Oct. 26th, 2004 11:55 pmThe planets have aligned so that today either the world would come to an end or I would finish ALL my homework for tomorrow before 8pm. As you look out your window in complete terror now, you will see that the least likely of those two has come to be.
At exactly 7.48pm tonight (according to my VCR, which is always off by a minute) I put the final doodle on my translation for tomorrow. I always do the translation last, because I kid myself that it's difficult, but it really isn't so I finish sooner than I thought I would. I did a bit of coin-tossing on the aspect questions, but I JUST DON'T GET IT!!! (Can someone tell me what the difference is between a verb expressing an activity and a verb expressing a change? "Misha ate his roll right away." Activity, yes, but for the roll? I'd say there's some change in the whole eaten/not eaten matter...)
A couple of weeks ago I ordered some Halloween stuff over the Internet, and I was told it would take about six days to get here. Today, on the sixteenth day of the waiting, I e-mailed the place I ordered it from to cancel my order, because I don't see the point in pumpkin-shaped candle holders in November. I got an e-mail back that they had shipped the stuff on the 14th and that according to my local post office it was I who had not claimed the parcel. She was realistic enough to add a "I guess they forgot to tell you about it." But thanks to the complete incompetence and inefficiency (I still don't buy that whole "We're moving so fast it looks like we're standing still"-hoax they have going) of Danish Post the parcel had not been returned, so I was able to pick up my glow in the dark spoons this afternoon. This means the Halloween dinner I got suckered into making is now a reality. Now I just have to come up with something scary-looking to cook. I am still stuck on gross.
I got a letter from Unicef, thanking me for signing up for monthly payments to them. In their letter they kindly point out that if I were rich enough to give more than I am, it would be tax deductible. Which really means I would be making the state - and hence all tax-payers in the country - pay for the charity for which I will be thanked. I find this very neat, and am contemplating upping the amount I pay.
Evaluations of my History class was completed today. After I discussed the evaluations with our teacher, we discussed them in class and then I had to meet up with him again to discuss the discussion and write down what had been discussed. Clearly, numerous women were involved with deciding on this process.
The fifth episode of the GG season left me feeling very much like the fourth had. Except now there's one less episode till the demise of Dean. Tonight I actually had a dream about Christopher returning and stirring up things with Luke and Lorelai. This much mean that I am very desperate for something to happen. And way too involved.
A few words have been written on The Fic, but I do not feel very motivated these days, so I don't know where it will go. I am determined to finish it, but Deciding and Doing are planets in very different solar systems in very different galaxies. Alliteration means nothing.
I am going to my grandmother's birthday on Saturday. Since I was ten years old my mother has been telling me that I had to come because my grandmother was a very old lady, and I might not get another chance to go to her birthday. I am now perfectly convinced that my grandmother will in fact live forever, and I have reached an age when I don't mind spending a Saturday eating chicken and vanilla ice cream with my three pubescent cousins. I feel more sorry for my sister who has to sit at the kiddie table with them. She, too, is fed the "last birthday" line, and when she has no important plans to shove in my mother's face (with the pony and all) she dutifully tags along. I'm sure it'll be fine, and the only thing that actually bothers me is the time wasted on the commute. That is precious study time, and the readings for next week are unreal.
At exactly 7.48pm tonight (according to my VCR, which is always off by a minute) I put the final doodle on my translation for tomorrow. I always do the translation last, because I kid myself that it's difficult, but it really isn't so I finish sooner than I thought I would. I did a bit of coin-tossing on the aspect questions, but I JUST DON'T GET IT!!! (Can someone tell me what the difference is between a verb expressing an activity and a verb expressing a change? "Misha ate his roll right away." Activity, yes, but for the roll? I'd say there's some change in the whole eaten/not eaten matter...)
A couple of weeks ago I ordered some Halloween stuff over the Internet, and I was told it would take about six days to get here. Today, on the sixteenth day of the waiting, I e-mailed the place I ordered it from to cancel my order, because I don't see the point in pumpkin-shaped candle holders in November. I got an e-mail back that they had shipped the stuff on the 14th and that according to my local post office it was I who had not claimed the parcel. She was realistic enough to add a "I guess they forgot to tell you about it." But thanks to the complete incompetence and inefficiency (I still don't buy that whole "We're moving so fast it looks like we're standing still"-hoax they have going) of Danish Post the parcel had not been returned, so I was able to pick up my glow in the dark spoons this afternoon. This means the Halloween dinner I got suckered into making is now a reality. Now I just have to come up with something scary-looking to cook. I am still stuck on gross.
I got a letter from Unicef, thanking me for signing up for monthly payments to them. In their letter they kindly point out that if I were rich enough to give more than I am, it would be tax deductible. Which really means I would be making the state - and hence all tax-payers in the country - pay for the charity for which I will be thanked. I find this very neat, and am contemplating upping the amount I pay.
Evaluations of my History class was completed today. After I discussed the evaluations with our teacher, we discussed them in class and then I had to meet up with him again to discuss the discussion and write down what had been discussed. Clearly, numerous women were involved with deciding on this process.
The fifth episode of the GG season left me feeling very much like the fourth had. Except now there's one less episode till the demise of Dean. Tonight I actually had a dream about Christopher returning and stirring up things with Luke and Lorelai. This much mean that I am very desperate for something to happen. And way too involved.
A few words have been written on The Fic, but I do not feel very motivated these days, so I don't know where it will go. I am determined to finish it, but Deciding and Doing are planets in very different solar systems in very different galaxies. Alliteration means nothing.
I am going to my grandmother's birthday on Saturday. Since I was ten years old my mother has been telling me that I had to come because my grandmother was a very old lady, and I might not get another chance to go to her birthday. I am now perfectly convinced that my grandmother will in fact live forever, and I have reached an age when I don't mind spending a Saturday eating chicken and vanilla ice cream with my three pubescent cousins. I feel more sorry for my sister who has to sit at the kiddie table with them. She, too, is fed the "last birthday" line, and when she has no important plans to shove in my mother's face (with the pony and all) she dutifully tags along. I'm sure it'll be fine, and the only thing that actually bothers me is the time wasted on the commute. That is precious study time, and the readings for next week are unreal.
