The end is near
Apr. 21st, 2009 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ferrumaeternumThree weeks until I get my life back and start making art again. I’m never going to complain about projects I have to do for my studio classes, since all these non-art ones have been wasting all my free time with having to read and write papers.
In the meantime, Peaches will still be taking over LiveJournal, accidentally clicking on links, and starting up songs in iTunes when she rolls over. She also enjoys watching the nom nom nom video while plotting how to kill each of those little critters.
This is the last I’ll hopefully mention on the subject, but Peter has continued to make an even worse name for himself, which is not good if he truly considers himself a heathen. Last week, while sitting a few feet away from me tells the entire class how awesome the show was that he distinctly told me in person that we were going to over Spring Break. Nice. I thought the reason for not getting back to me was that he simply decided to not go or couldn’t get off work. The only heathen I know of in this area who isn’t an old right-wing white supremacist creeper turns out to be a totally inconsiderate and not so much of a heathen after all. I know this stems from the fact that he feels threatened by me knowing just as much if not more in his areas of interest and he’s simply being immature about it, but that isn’t an excuse for his behavior, especially since he claims to be so virtuous and honorable. Man, I haven’t felt this socially awkward in a classroom since high school. I’m done talking about this from this point on. He’s going away for the summer and hopefully I’ll never run into him again after this class is over, and quite frankly, I’m sick of even thinking about it. I sound like a broken record and I just need to accept that he's an idiot and move on.
I’m also struggling to force myself to read a book about factory farming for my anthropology class. Discovering these horrors once was bad enough, and now I’m reliving it after I’ve been a vegetarian for years. I’m not trying to block out the ugly reality, but I would prefer it not to be in my face with new stories and photographs of cruelty that my money does not go directly toward and products that do not go into my body. I know it’s good for all my oblivious classmates to learn about, but it’s definitely putting a lot of emotional strain on me at a time when I don’t need any more.
I haven’t been able to practice yoga for two weeks due to illness and the medication which made me dizzy, so now I’m trying to get back into it, which isn’t easy after being away from it for that long. I’ve been kind of cranky lately, since yoga keeps my mind calm and balanced in addition to keeping my muscles toned and relaxed. I wish there was a class I could take over the summer that would build on my current practice, but the rec department only offers an introductory Hatha course while I’m looking for a Level 2 or 3 Iyengar/Ashtanga one. Yet another frustration of living in a small town while there are three of my old instructor’s studios in Milwaukee that offer exactly what I need.
Although I’m pretty sure I aced the short answer section of my second midterm for my Native American class, I know I bombed the essay, which is worth 60%. I got an A on my first midterm and am confident that if I work harder, I’ll be able to do well on the final, but I don’t like having to worry about a class that will take care of six of my GER credits if I pass it. Hell, I might not even have to go an extra semester if I pick up an extra class one of these semesters and study abroad next summer. I’m just embarrassed to see what my professor says about the rambling nonsense I didn’t even finish.
Next week should be better, since I’ll be seeing Franz Ferdinand and Flight of the Conchords and getting more tattoo work done with the $225 I got back from my taxes (there was a second check my dad didn't tell me about, so I got more than the expected $168). :D I also applied at the T.J. Maxx in Germantown, which is only ten minutes away from where I live as opposed to the 40 minutes I drove to the one in Brookfield last summer, so I’m crossing my fingers they’ll call me for an interview. If not, there are other retailers that are hiring and I could see if anyone needs a babysitter. I will do anything besides work in the food industry and am determined to find a job this summer.
In the meantime, Peaches will still be taking over LiveJournal, accidentally clicking on links, and starting up songs in iTunes when she rolls over. She also enjoys watching the nom nom nom video while plotting how to kill each of those little critters.
This is the last I’ll hopefully mention on the subject, but Peter has continued to make an even worse name for himself, which is not good if he truly considers himself a heathen. Last week, while sitting a few feet away from me tells the entire class how awesome the show was that he distinctly told me in person that we were going to over Spring Break. Nice. I thought the reason for not getting back to me was that he simply decided to not go or couldn’t get off work. The only heathen I know of in this area who isn’t an old right-wing white supremacist creeper turns out to be a totally inconsiderate and not so much of a heathen after all. I know this stems from the fact that he feels threatened by me knowing just as much if not more in his areas of interest and he’s simply being immature about it, but that isn’t an excuse for his behavior, especially since he claims to be so virtuous and honorable. Man, I haven’t felt this socially awkward in a classroom since high school. I’m done talking about this from this point on. He’s going away for the summer and hopefully I’ll never run into him again after this class is over, and quite frankly, I’m sick of even thinking about it. I sound like a broken record and I just need to accept that he's an idiot and move on.
I’m also struggling to force myself to read a book about factory farming for my anthropology class. Discovering these horrors once was bad enough, and now I’m reliving it after I’ve been a vegetarian for years. I’m not trying to block out the ugly reality, but I would prefer it not to be in my face with new stories and photographs of cruelty that my money does not go directly toward and products that do not go into my body. I know it’s good for all my oblivious classmates to learn about, but it’s definitely putting a lot of emotional strain on me at a time when I don’t need any more.
I haven’t been able to practice yoga for two weeks due to illness and the medication which made me dizzy, so now I’m trying to get back into it, which isn’t easy after being away from it for that long. I’ve been kind of cranky lately, since yoga keeps my mind calm and balanced in addition to keeping my muscles toned and relaxed. I wish there was a class I could take over the summer that would build on my current practice, but the rec department only offers an introductory Hatha course while I’m looking for a Level 2 or 3 Iyengar/Ashtanga one. Yet another frustration of living in a small town while there are three of my old instructor’s studios in Milwaukee that offer exactly what I need.
Although I’m pretty sure I aced the short answer section of my second midterm for my Native American class, I know I bombed the essay, which is worth 60%. I got an A on my first midterm and am confident that if I work harder, I’ll be able to do well on the final, but I don’t like having to worry about a class that will take care of six of my GER credits if I pass it. Hell, I might not even have to go an extra semester if I pick up an extra class one of these semesters and study abroad next summer. I’m just embarrassed to see what my professor says about the rambling nonsense I didn’t even finish.
Next week should be better, since I’ll be seeing Franz Ferdinand and Flight of the Conchords and getting more tattoo work done with the $225 I got back from my taxes (there was a second check my dad didn't tell me about, so I got more than the expected $168). :D I also applied at the T.J. Maxx in Germantown, which is only ten minutes away from where I live as opposed to the 40 minutes I drove to the one in Brookfield last summer, so I’m crossing my fingers they’ll call me for an interview. If not, there are other retailers that are hiring and I could see if anyone needs a babysitter. I will do anything besides work in the food industry and am determined to find a job this summer.
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