The Polarization Of Today

Funmy story: Last night, Keith and I (alone-- Patricia wanted Ramen Noodle Night-- and was quite disappointed when we didn't want to join her, actually; SORRY PATRICIA!!! )-:-- Lisa was sick, and Henry and Anu had Biology Examinations) went to Center Court, and it was the Beloved Lorraine's day off, so some other lady was there (I think her name is Gloria?) doing the card-reading, and, as we waited in line-- for about four or five minutes, since we always get there early, since we be hardcore, lol-- she was like, to me, "I like your shoes," and we talked about my blue crocks for a while, and how they aren't really waterproof, it just doesn't matter if you get them wet, lol, and then she was like, "I like your hair, too," and I was like "It is a bushy wombat, actually; it's just tied back" (and, later, there was a girl with a white hooded sweatshirt that said "WOMBAT" on it in big, red letters, and I was like "I NEED THAT!!!"), and then she was like *TURNTOKEITH* "You compliment her. Now!" and Keith was like O.o and didn't say anything. I told him his hair was fun to spin, but I didn't get nuthin' back. He said if Lorraine was there he would have composed me a poem; he just refuses to follow orders from the likes of Gloria, lol . . . I thought she was nice O.o . . . but, then again, I was being complimented and not ordered around . . . to compliment people, lol . . .

Then I went to the chocolate bar (OMG most romantic, atmospheric place, ever!), and had the Bailey's Chocolate Bar dessert, which was really good, but really rich, and hard to finish, even though I did, all except for a little extra buttercreme and a little extra whipped creme that was just there and not part of the CHOCOLATE, lol . . .

. . . and there was a tornado watch. Woot . . . ?

Today started out off to be a really bad day. I woke up, really early (Carol actually got up early-- on time?-- today), because Carol's alarm went off, and then she went in the shower and it kept going off, and I figured it would go off after a while, but it didn't. I stayed in bed for later than I needed to, once I turned it off, though, because I wanted to make up for that lost sleep that alarm had caused me. My morning time was spent getting ready, and practicing Japanese. I really hungry, but I didn't really have time to eat. So I went to Japanese hungry, and that was enough to counteract the effects of studying instead of eating. I really fucked up that class, again, as usual, lately . . .

It probably didn't help, either, that I had been given an assignment back that I had to redo, "in double space," and following the "directions" that I apparently didn't follow. Damn assignments out of the book. They used to give us worksheets on that, and that was really easy, but, now, not only do you not know what's due (you don't have a worksheet sitting around empty and undone in your backpack), you don't know how to do it, either!!! So, then, I got into the mindset that "I suck at Japanese," so then I just acted on that the whole rest of the day (since it was at the beginning of class, and all . . . I wish they would return these things to us later, so then I don't have to spend the whole of class thinking about how I'm going to be apt to burst into tears about it if I don't stop bringing up the idea of it to think about it). The memorized conversation was really easy, today, too, but I still fucked it up. At least everybody else, today, fucked it up, too. Yet it still sucked, and that just fucks everything up. I guess I just have to resign myself to the fact that I am not getting an A in that class, even though I was really hoping that Writing I and Japanese would be the two sole classes (those which are most important, after all!) I would receive As in. Yet, shoot, at this point, I'll probably just fuck up my Writing I research paper, too, and that'll just fuck everything over for me, nice and fine.

Lisa, on the other hand, had an awesome day; it was a turn around from my awesome week where I would go to tell her about my great mood and she would be having a bad day, and, well, bad days trump all; nobody wants a good-mooded person rubbing it in their face. Yet she had had a good day: Last night, she was having a bad day, so she ranted to David (she, unlike me, has people obligated to read her rants :-P) about it, and, when she woke up this morning, was told not to eat breakfast and to wait for him there. So David brings her waffles. Is that not adorable? Then she gets like 100% on a test, and everything is just peachy-fine, lol . . . I'm jealous :-P

Anyway, I attacked her (since she, Keith, and Henry were all walking into Mallinkrodt together; it took a while for me to decide who to attack, since they were all so tempting there, so oblivious . . . so I attacked Lisa, who was in the middle, and most likely to make the most stirring reaction, lol . . . ), and then we all went into lunch and talked about our days. It was a really good lunch, actually; it made me feel much, much better about my day-- even if it was mostly teasing :-P but that really does help, if it's done in the best nature, if it puts things into the right perspective for you ^_^

So now it's Friday, and I have two more classes, two hours alone (everyone else will be at Bowling Club), and then two hours of Improv. After that . . . I want to do something fun! The rest of the weekend will be spent writing my research paper (and pretty much writing my research paper, alone-- all I have else is my Psychology chapter of the week, which is, most excitingly, on personality! I think I've already read it, actually; I was interested in it, so, just scanning my book, I read it, lol . . . ). Ahh, life is looking up again, on the far side of the Japanese class . . .

The Polarization Of Today

Funmy story: Last night, Keith and I (alone-- Patricia wanted Ramen Noodle Night-- and was quite disappointed when we didn't want to join her, actually; SORRY PATRICIA!!! )-:-- Lisa was sick, and Henry and Anu had Biology Examinations) went to Center Court, and it was the Beloved Lorraine's day off, so some other lady was there (I think her name is Gloria?) doing the card-reading, and, as we waited in line-- for about four or five minutes, since we always get there early, since we be hardcore, lol-- she was like, to me, "I like your shoes," and we talked about my blue crocks for a while, and how they aren't really waterproof, it just doesn't matter if you get them wet, lol, and then she was like, "I like your hair, too," and I was like "It is a bushy wombat, actually; it's just tied back" (and, later, there was a girl with a white hooded sweatshirt that said "WOMBAT" on it in big, red letters, and I was like "I NEED THAT!!!"), and then she was like *TURNTOKEITH* "You compliment her. Now!" and Keith was like O.o and didn't say anything. I told him his hair was fun to spin, but I didn't get nuthin' back. He said if Lorraine was there he would have composed me a poem; he just refuses to follow orders from the likes of Gloria, lol . . . I thought she was nice O.o . . . but, then again, I was being complimented and not ordered around . . . to compliment people, lol . . .

Then I went to the chocolate bar (OMG most romantic, atmospheric place, ever!), and had the Bailey's Chocolate Bar dessert, which was really good, but really rich, and hard to finish, even though I did, all except for a little extra buttercreme and a little extra whipped creme that was just there and not part of the CHOCOLATE, lol . . .

. . . and there was a tornado watch. Woot . . . ?

Today started out off to be a really bad day. I woke up, really early (Carol actually got up early-- on time?-- today), because Carol's alarm went off, and then she went in the shower and it kept going off, and I figured it would go off after a while, but it didn't. I stayed in bed for later than I needed to, once I turned it off, though, because I wanted to make up for that lost sleep that alarm had caused me. My morning time was spent getting ready, and practicing Japanese. I really hungry, but I didn't really have time to eat. So I went to Japanese hungry, and that was enough to counteract the effects of studying instead of eating. I really fucked up that class, again, as usual, lately . . .

It probably didn't help, either, that I had been given an assignment back that I had to redo, "in double space," and following the "directions" that I apparently didn't follow. Damn assignments out of the book. They used to give us worksheets on that, and that was really easy, but, now, not only do you not know what's due (you don't have a worksheet sitting around empty and undone in your backpack), you don't know how to do it, either!!! So, then, I got into the mindset that "I suck at Japanese," so then I just acted on that the whole rest of the day (since it was at the beginning of class, and all . . . I wish they would return these things to us later, so then I don't have to spend the whole of class thinking about how I'm going to be apt to burst into tears about it if I don't stop bringing up the idea of it to think about it). The memorized conversation was really easy, today, too, but I still fucked it up. At least everybody else, today, fucked it up, too. Yet it still sucked, and that just fucks everything up. I guess I just have to resign myself to the fact that I am not getting an A in that class, even though I was really hoping that Writing I and Japanese would be the two sole classes (those which are most important, after all!) I would receive As in. Yet, shoot, at this point, I'll probably just fuck up my Writing I research paper, too, and that'll just fuck everything over for me, nice and fine.

Lisa, on the other hand, had an awesome day; it was a turn around from my awesome week where I would go to tell her about my great mood and she would be having a bad day, and, well, bad days trump all; nobody wants a good-mooded person rubbing it in their face. Yet she had had a good day: Last night, she was having a bad day, so she ranted to David (she, unlike me, has people obligated to read her rants :-P) about it, and, when she woke up this morning, was told not to eat breakfast and to wait for him there. So David brings her waffles. Is that not adorable? Then she gets like 100% on a test, and everything is just peachy-fine, lol . . . I'm jealous :-P

Anyway, I attacked her (since she, Keith, and Henry were all walking into Mallinkrodt together; it took a while for me to decide who to attack, since they were all so tempting there, so oblivious . . . so I attacked Lisa, who was in the middle, and most likely to make the most stirring reaction, lol . . . ), and then we all went into lunch and talked about our days. It was a really good lunch, actually; it made me feel much, much better about my day-- even if it was mostly teasing :-P but that really does help, if it's done in the best nature, if it puts things into the right perspective for you ^_^

So now it's Friday, and I have two more classes, two hours alone (everyone else will be at Bowling Club), and then two hours of Improv. After that . . . I want to do something fun! The rest of the weekend will be spent writing my research paper (and pretty much writing my research paper, alone-- all I have else is my Psychology chapter of the week, which is, most excitingly, on personality! I think I've already read it, actually; I was interested in it, so, just scanning my book, I read it, lol . . . ). Ahh, life is looking up again, on the far side of the Japanese class . . .

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I ate too much today. It probably didn't help with going to the Chocolate Bar last night. The problem with eating too much is the prospect of not eating to make up for it just makes me depressed, and I eat more to "prepare" for not eating for a while . . . it's so weird . . .

I was thinking today, in as I was depressed in Japanese (I was thinking about it in the context of, "Why do I suck at Japanese?" "Oh, I guess I was never really taught it properly, I guess, because I really do remember everything I was taught . . . !"). , how people really are never self-made. They never, ever are. Note Sarah (palatier)'s icon: It's a very Eastern mindset, actually; one is not self-made, but community-made. You cannot brag; you are but what you are made. It's really true, actually; even the man who has "self-taught" himself had to procure the books with which to provides the means to teach himself. No man has ever been an isolated island to discover everything as the rest of the world did collectively throughout history. There is even an arguable case for a collective consciousness: you cannot simply just "discover" things; you know them inherently due their discovery of others throughout history. Yet, of course, this is not truly inherent; this is merely inherent in our society, and society is permeatind through all of our lives that we cannot escape it.

So, that brought up thoughts about how utterly complex it is to raise a child. I mean, think about it! I've thought about this before, and often; this is why I want so badly to be a stay-at-home mom. Childhood discipline is perhaps one of the most complicated things in the history of the universe, particularly considering how dependent upon society it is (and no one wants to talk about it, because it's such a touchy, "personal" subject-- either because of its connotations of own's own personal experience with discipline as a child, or because of fear as being seen as a "bad," "ineffective," or "abusive" parent; both overly-strictness and permissiability-- and, most importantly, irrationality-- are seen as bad by this society, and, well, I agree, for the most part).

( Continued Flufferyage On Society and Childhood Discipline )

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I ate too much today. It probably didn't help with going to the Chocolate Bar last night. The problem with eating too much is the prospect of not eating to make up for it just makes me depressed, and I eat more to "prepare" for not eating for a while . . . it's so weird . . .

I was thinking today, in as I was depressed in Japanese (I was thinking about it in the context of, "Why do I suck at Japanese?" "Oh, I guess I was never really taught it properly, I guess, because I really do remember everything I was taught . . . !"). , how people really are never self-made. They never, ever are. Note Sarah (palatier)'s icon: It's a very Eastern mindset, actually; one is not self-made, but community-made. You cannot brag; you are but what you are made. It's really true, actually; even the man who has "self-taught" himself had to procure the books with which to provides the means to teach himself. No man has ever been an isolated island to discover everything as the rest of the world did collectively throughout history. There is even an arguable case for a collective consciousness: you cannot simply just "discover" things; you know them inherently due their discovery of others throughout history. Yet, of course, this is not truly inherent; this is merely inherent in our society, and society is permeatind through all of our lives that we cannot escape it.

So, that brought up thoughts about how utterly complex it is to raise a child. I mean, think about it! I've thought about this before, and often; this is why I want so badly to be a stay-at-home mom. Childhood discipline is perhaps one of the most complicated things in the history of the universe, particularly considering how dependent upon society it is (and no one wants to talk about it, because it's such a touchy, "personal" subject-- either because of its connotations of own's own personal experience with discipline as a child, or because of fear as being seen as a "bad," "ineffective," or "abusive" parent; both overly-strictness and permissiability-- and, most importantly, irrationality-- are seen as bad by this society, and, well, I agree, for the most part).

( Continued Flufferyage On Society and Childhood Discipline )