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My extended internet silence is almost over - tomorrow evening, I will finally, finally be home for Thanksgiving with almost no homework, so I don't need to write papers or read about ethics or study for tests.
Danielle is driving me nucking futs; for things that probably make me a crazy nit-picker, but it's still annoying. Is it really that hard to turn the bathroom light off when you leave it? Or keep your crap on your half of the sink counter? Or not make phone calls at three o'clock in the morning? Or not watch movies without using your earbuds?
I want to go home so badly. But it's - it's not college with which I'm having trouble. I hate myself sometimes.
Thanksgiving Break. Thanksgiving, and then maybe two or three weeks 'til Christmas. I can do this.
Anyway, the NaNo's going just fine. It suffered a little with all that paper-writing and studying stuff, but I'm still almost done - not with the actual story, but with the 50,000 words.
Bailey is giving me brain whiplash. She sounds so normal and she spends time with me and then she suddenly says things like just how much she loves the NRA, and that her plan for taking over the world includes liberal bombing of Africa because Africa serves no purpose, and that Rick Santorum is her favorite. And she is wrong on such an incredibly huge level that I just can't think of where to start in response.
God, I wish I were back in high school. I knew I should've just climbed up a tree and refused to come down until my parents let me not go to college.
But, bright spot: the harbor. The view across Lake Champlain is gorgeous, no matter what the weather's like; I've taken to walking down to my internship extra early, just so I can detour down to the docks and sit for a while. This morning, it was foggy, but not enough to completely obscure the mountains, and Scarborough Fair and then She's Like The Swallow came onto my not!Pod, and it was all just beautiful.
Danielle is driving me nucking futs; for things that probably make me a crazy nit-picker, but it's still annoying. Is it really that hard to turn the bathroom light off when you leave it? Or keep your crap on your half of the sink counter? Or not make phone calls at three o'clock in the morning? Or not watch movies without using your earbuds?
I want to go home so badly. But it's - it's not college with which I'm having trouble. I hate myself sometimes.
Thanksgiving Break. Thanksgiving, and then maybe two or three weeks 'til Christmas. I can do this.
Anyway, the NaNo's going just fine. It suffered a little with all that paper-writing and studying stuff, but I'm still almost done - not with the actual story, but with the 50,000 words.
Bailey is giving me brain whiplash. She sounds so normal and she spends time with me and then she suddenly says things like just how much she loves the NRA, and that her plan for taking over the world includes liberal bombing of Africa because Africa serves no purpose, and that Rick Santorum is her favorite. And she is wrong on such an incredibly huge level that I just can't think of where to start in response.
God, I wish I were back in high school. I knew I should've just climbed up a tree and refused to come down until my parents let me not go to college.
But, bright spot: the harbor. The view across Lake Champlain is gorgeous, no matter what the weather's like; I've taken to walking down to my internship extra early, just so I can detour down to the docks and sit for a while. This morning, it was foggy, but not enough to completely obscure the mountains, and Scarborough Fair and then She's Like The Swallow came onto my not!Pod, and it was all just beautiful.