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Hey! I remembered my password. We won't talk about how many tries that took. There is so much I want to talk about right now, and so much I can't talk about right now. What it boils down to is that my life stinks at the moment and hovers at the precipice of either being marginally better in the next few weeks or immeasurably worse. Maybe I'll decide it's safe to talk about here in the next few days (now that I remember my log in) and maybe I won't. For now, if I don't study my water resources, I'll do miserably on the final, and then my life will be worse regardless of how the other things turn out.

I kinda wish I'd been active on here so that I had a network of friends built up and was talking to someone who might have something helpful to say, instead of basically ranting to myself.

Current Location:
our computer desk
Current Mood:
numb numb
Current Music:
there's a helicopter overhead and the dog is sighing in the hall
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I am now officially a university student. I have been for about a month now, but have been far too swamped to find time to post anything. Honestly I should not be posting now since I have homework to finish and the allergy medicine should kick in shortly leaving me borderline-unconscious.

I have been cheated. This package of skittles does not contain a single orange one.

I am taking three classes this quarter: General Chemistry a, the corresponding lab, Calculus a, and Linguistics.
Chemistry is a subject that I usually love, but this class is killing me. I am used to semesters, not quarters, and haven't been able to catch up. The book is written in such circles that reading it leaves more confused than when I started, and the TA for my section is completely, utterly, useless.
The lab is quite enjoyable. I learn best hands on, and it is designed to be very hands on. I have already conducted several of the experiments more times, or in more detail, than was assigned. That is also the class which meets in about 9 1/2 hours and for which the homework is not finished, so moving on ...
Calculus has been rather interesting in a number of ways. I am beginning to think that the first rule of calculus is to forget everything learned in college level algebra. The instructor can be a bit confusing, but I have the world's most wonderful TA. If I could switch them out and have the TA for three hours a week and the instructor for one, it would be perfect.
Linguistics is wonderful. I love that class. We are currently working on IPA, or the International Phonetic Alphabet. I am considering using it to write letters to my friend who is also learning it in her phonetics class; it would be our secret code. Before that we studied morphemes (meaningful word parts) and how they work together. Some of my homework was in Turkish and Persian languages. If it weren't for the fact that I seem completely unable to learn a second language, I would be a linguistics major.

Off to do my homework. Goodnight
Current Location:
the dining table
Current Mood:
sick sick
Current Music:
trains passing in the distance
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Not that anyone ever stops by to notice given my posting habits.
Anyway, life goes well. I have a really good summer job, just got my first paycheck, and like my co-workers. Also, I have finally gotten ahold of the lady at University that said she would help me get things sorted out and the first step of sorting will be put in motion just as soon as I finish this post. Unfortunately, said really good job requires that I wake up at five am which means that I now spend the best hours of the day (those after sunset) sleeping.
Signing off
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I have decided that the Inheritance Trilogy by Christopher Paolini shall henceforth be known as Star Wars: Alagaesia Edition. This is not to say I don't like it. It is really quite an enjoyable read, but the plot is rather familiar.
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If the amount of work it takes to get into the four-year university is any sign of the amount of work I have to look forward to, I am scared. Very.

Things are progressing though. I have accepted my financial aid award, including about three thousand dollars in loans. And I have finally spoken to a real human about getting into the major I originally wanted; unfortunately, all she could tell me was that I need to talk to someone else, but at least now I have a number. I will be submitting the SIR just as soon as I have the one hundred dollars to go with it.

What is not progressing is my writing. I think that I have given up on my original intention when starting this journal of learning to write fiction. In the future I will probably subject readers to technical descriptions of what I am learning in my classes which I will find fascinating, but others will find quite dull and rather tedious.

Does anyone have any suggestions for the speech I am trying to write for commencement?
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It has been a busy week. I was intending to post, but read other things instead and now I am far too sleepy to actually do anything. Doubtless if I tried to say anything of worth I would find it rather pathetic in the morning. Anyrate, CS Lewis is a genius. Perhaps I shall elaborate further at a later date (but an earlier time), but for now, goodnight.
Current Location:
the desk
Current Mood:
sleepy sleepy
Current Music:
the wind blowing outside
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Never proofread essays after they have been submitted. Writing them past midnight the night before they are due is also a bad idea, particularly when one has been up since seven in the morning and must be up again at six.
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Why is it that the assignments that are supposed to be fun always end up being the most work? I do not want to see another simple pinnate leaf.

"The beatings will stop when morale improves."

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Here is this week's entry for
15_minute_fic
 


The word is power


Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

The old phrase ran through my head as I watched from the window. I am not sure why, as it did not really apply to the scene playing out in the street. The dog had no malicious intent and his only power was that which comes from being 110 pounds of dog with no flab. I had glanced up from washing the dishes to see Silver, who was really dun colored, walking with his mistress, Lisa. The dog had been well trained but had one weakness. He loved to chase things, anything, squirrels, cats, bits of paper, cars. Usually he would make one or two bounds, then settle down at Lisa’s command. Today the cat had raced across Silver’s path like an entire Roman Legion was after him. Silver had to know what was going on, and as I watched from the window, the leash was yanked tight, and then before Lisa knew what was happening she was being dragged face down on the ground.

I heard a soft splash as the dishrag fell from my hands and suddenly sprang to life. Lisa had not moved since the leash had slipped from her grasp several seconds ago. I grabbed a clean dishtowel from the rack and raced out the door.

When I arrived, she was picking herself gently off the ground. I handed her the towel and she began to wipe the blood and sand from her many scrapes. “That dog is too strong for his own good,” she muttered, more to herself than to me.
“Power corrupts,” I said with a grin, and we both laughed. 

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I have just found TGOTP on youtube and watched it, and laughed. A lot. The Top Gear Band did not do too badly for someone who hasn't played since they broke their instrument over someone's head twenty years ago, someone who has only had seven lessons, and someone who mostly plays Beethoven. Many good bits.

Sorry about the lack of fic; my muse deserted me. Seriously, I spent ages staring at the word on both Thursday and Friday and had no inspiration whatsoever.

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