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Of snips and snails and puppydog tails.
Jan. 22nd, 2007 03:41 amCan't sleep (clowns will eat me).
I've messed around with my LJ, changed some colors, rearranged the friend's list. Still not tired.
School news:
I'm only taking 3 classes this semester because financial aid issues made me register late and all the good classes were taken. Social Psychology (I always have to stop and think about how to spell "psychology" before writing it) is a painfully boring class I only took because my theater class was canceled. The teacher reads from the textbook and likes to answer questions with rhetorical questions. He's already mentioned a research project which promises to be very time consuming and stressful.
British Literature has a textbook so thick and heavy I could use it as an effective weapon against anyone rushing towards me in anger and malice. The thing could crush skulls. At first the teacher seemed cool because she's all nice and cheerful, but she can talk for 45 minutes straight without a single break and she seems to think that everyone around her feels as much passion for Virginia Woolf as she does. I have a friend from a class last semester with me in this class to make things a little better.
Piano class is my favorite because we're actually doing something instead of just sitting and listening and the teacher is cool. We sit at keyboards with headphones and play stuff from the lesson books. Right now it's easy but the songs get more complicated, which I'm looking forward to.
This semeseter I really have to work on transferring. The easiest option of transfering is out because I have too many credits so I'll have to meet with a transfer councilor to work out something else. I still have no idea when I'll be able to graduate with the associates degree. I have to meet with my adviser to see if I got any credits for my AP courses in high school. If I did get them I might be able to graduate sooner. A major must be decided on too, because I don't really want a 4-year degree in Liberal Arts.
Other news:
Guitar not going well. Bar chords hate me and I hate them right back.
I'm super happy that it finally snowed. I was in a perpetual bad mood when the temperatures were really high because it's January and 70 degree weather in January in Pennsylvania is just wrong. That weather was lovely in June, but it should have stayed there. So the cold and the snow and all the hazardous driving and complaining have put me in a good mood.
There was a kitten incident at work! My dad and I were the only ones there and he found a tiny little black fluffy kitten in the window well in the basement. The basement is completely underground, so for there to be windows and light there were large holes put in the asphalt outside up against the building. So the back of the building has holes in the ground leading down to windows that look into the basement. The holes have grates over them but the kitten was small enough to get through but couldn't get back out. My dad heard it crying and opened the window to grab it. He got it, but kitten was cold and freaked out and got away from my dad. So now tiny kitten is loose in the basement. At this point my mind started playing some funny music, you know that music you'd hear in sitcoms when two grown people are chasing a little fluffy kitten around, unseccessfully trying to catch it. This went on for about an hour, during which I was also running upstairs to help customers. I was dusty, too, because I had been lying flat on the ground trying to see if the wee puss was hiding under the heater. We finally cornered it under a desk and barricared it in there with carboard boxes. It refused to come out from under the desk, so my dad put on some rubber gloves (to protect against scratching) and reached under to pull out kitten. Fluffy turned into Satan's Little Lapcat at this point and started hiss and growling and spitting like I'd never expect out of such a small critter. He bit straight through my dad's gloves and gave him a nasty bite, but we evetually got in the hellcat into a cardboard box. My dad took it to the SPCA. He said they had to quarentine the cat for a while to chrck for behavior and health problems. They called my dad a few days ago to tell him that health tests cane back negative for disease (they called him b/c he told them he had been bitten). So that was the kitten adventure. I still don't know if my dad told our boss about it.
I've messed around with my LJ, changed some colors, rearranged the friend's list. Still not tired.
School news:
I'm only taking 3 classes this semester because financial aid issues made me register late and all the good classes were taken. Social Psychology (I always have to stop and think about how to spell "psychology" before writing it) is a painfully boring class I only took because my theater class was canceled. The teacher reads from the textbook and likes to answer questions with rhetorical questions. He's already mentioned a research project which promises to be very time consuming and stressful.
British Literature has a textbook so thick and heavy I could use it as an effective weapon against anyone rushing towards me in anger and malice. The thing could crush skulls. At first the teacher seemed cool because she's all nice and cheerful, but she can talk for 45 minutes straight without a single break and she seems to think that everyone around her feels as much passion for Virginia Woolf as she does. I have a friend from a class last semester with me in this class to make things a little better.
Piano class is my favorite because we're actually doing something instead of just sitting and listening and the teacher is cool. We sit at keyboards with headphones and play stuff from the lesson books. Right now it's easy but the songs get more complicated, which I'm looking forward to.
This semeseter I really have to work on transferring. The easiest option of transfering is out because I have too many credits so I'll have to meet with a transfer councilor to work out something else. I still have no idea when I'll be able to graduate with the associates degree. I have to meet with my adviser to see if I got any credits for my AP courses in high school. If I did get them I might be able to graduate sooner. A major must be decided on too, because I don't really want a 4-year degree in Liberal Arts.
Other news:
Guitar not going well. Bar chords hate me and I hate them right back.
I'm super happy that it finally snowed. I was in a perpetual bad mood when the temperatures were really high because it's January and 70 degree weather in January in Pennsylvania is just wrong. That weather was lovely in June, but it should have stayed there. So the cold and the snow and all the hazardous driving and complaining have put me in a good mood.
There was a kitten incident at work! My dad and I were the only ones there and he found a tiny little black fluffy kitten in the window well in the basement. The basement is completely underground, so for there to be windows and light there were large holes put in the asphalt outside up against the building. So the back of the building has holes in the ground leading down to windows that look into the basement. The holes have grates over them but the kitten was small enough to get through but couldn't get back out. My dad heard it crying and opened the window to grab it. He got it, but kitten was cold and freaked out and got away from my dad. So now tiny kitten is loose in the basement. At this point my mind started playing some funny music, you know that music you'd hear in sitcoms when two grown people are chasing a little fluffy kitten around, unseccessfully trying to catch it. This went on for about an hour, during which I was also running upstairs to help customers. I was dusty, too, because I had been lying flat on the ground trying to see if the wee puss was hiding under the heater. We finally cornered it under a desk and barricared it in there with carboard boxes. It refused to come out from under the desk, so my dad put on some rubber gloves (to protect against scratching) and reached under to pull out kitten. Fluffy turned into Satan's Little Lapcat at this point and started hiss and growling and spitting like I'd never expect out of such a small critter. He bit straight through my dad's gloves and gave him a nasty bite, but we evetually got in the hellcat into a cardboard box. My dad took it to the SPCA. He said they had to quarentine the cat for a while to chrck for behavior and health problems. They called my dad a few days ago to tell him that health tests cane back negative for disease (they called him b/c he told them he had been bitten). So that was the kitten adventure. I still don't know if my dad told our boss about it.
