I'm making this whole not posting thing a real bad habit aren't I?
I'm planning on working on that. I mean, to be posting right now, I had to dig out my keyboard.
Oh computer issues. Right, so as I've stated previously here, the keyboard on my laptop likes to act up maybe once a day. Well now it's a helluva lot worse. So if I want to really type anything I have to plug in this really old keyboard we have to one of the USB ports. Now second, there is the issue of my power cord, which decided to stop charging my laptop. So now I can only charge it when my mom is home (because she takes her cord and laptop to work), and I'm probably not going to be able to bring my laptop to Texas, which is a COMPLETE bummer, because I'm going to need to import a lot of video footage onto my external hard drive.
You know, this week overall has me just stressed to the point that if I were to actually give in and cry or something stupid and cliche like that, I might not stop. And if that ain't a cliche if I've ever seen one...
First of all, it's the week of Christmas, which I haven't been able to properly celebrate with snow in three years, or even a TREE in two years. Never mind that there isn't as much goodies this year because of buying a house and all, because it's enough Christmas to make me very happy. But school has to go and ruin it. I have had finals all this week. Monday was three exams, one was really hard, and the two were just enough to make me insanely annoyed. Today I had my two hardest exams on the same freaking day.
And of course that is just the begining of issues with these past seven days. I keep getting those exams back, and none of the hard ones that I actually put a bit of effort into amount into anything higher than a C. I hate finals. They don't weigh enough to actually get you anywhere further in the class, making it really hard for me to want to study, but then they're worth just enough to bring down your entire grade. And I've never had an issue with finals before, because they've never been demanding or bitchy or painstakingly saddening before. I want to stab finals a la River Tam.
And then this week brought news about one of my friends just augh. I won't get into it, but it's really upsetting, and for now I've just been acting like I don't know anything and going along with it when what I really want to do is just shove them or something else stupid and wreckless that would get me nowhere. Not that I even can anyways. And other friends being stupid, I know it's really just bad timing on my part that I can't ever get one of my friends when they aren't busy, but you'd think they might try to make the effort to contact me as well. Because goddam it, I've needed that person a lot recently and they've been a no show.
Oh and just some added cake toppers... I had to get a Tdap today because my school was going to kick me out if I wasn't properly immunized and blah blah blah. My dad and I were supposed to go and get my mom a gift today, as well as giving me the opportunity to get my friends some gifts. But that got screwed over today, and tomorrow being the last day I'd see non-Texas trip people until January 7th, it means I can't get sweets to pass out or anything...
Oh and break, may I just mention another reason my history teacher boils my blood (not that I'm sure I've actually mentioned anything before on here, but that needs to be a post on its own once I know for sure I won't ever have to see him again against my will): He is the only teacher I had that gave homework over break, and he gave quite a lot of it. Which only stresses me out because I'm only really getting a week of Break with Texas and.
AUGH.
You know, I was gonna talk about nice things today. Or just ramble on like I usually do. I mean, I have quite a lot to say about Firefly, having just watched all of it and the movie in the last week (actually, I just finished the movie and popped around the net for about 15 minutes before stopping here). And talk about how I now am unsure about whether I want to date or be River Tam, or Kaylee. Because those two are just... Words can't describe it. If only the characters were real people... Actually no, the implications of that are a bit much.
Oh and I'm going to lick Courtney on camera when we're at sea world. If I achieve anything, it must be that. Good thing she doesn't read this, now don't tell please *shhh*
Admittedly, this will probably be my last post until I get back from Texas. Although if I get a power cord for Christmas I will at least keep track of things on the trip for y'all. You deserve it if you've read this far (leave a comment with the word quintessential to prove you've read this far through all of my crap, and get a virtual Christmas cookie - Complete with sprinkles!)
Have a happy Christmas, eat lots of real cookies, and enjoy your time with your family!
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Procrastination at its Finest
So this is a short excerpt from the bit of NaNoWriMo that I did do. I should be doing my homework instead of posting this, but this is of course, procrastination at its finest. Plus I'm still feeling a tad sick, so homework can suck it. Also, please understand this is completely unedited, and thus, completely sucks.
The subway station is warmer, but not nearly warm enough. My eyes dart around. They all probably think I'm on drugs. It's not like it hasn't happened before. I didn't even develop this habit until I was six years old...
The numbers had always been there, so I gave them no notice. I thought everyone saw them, and just didn't talk about it. No one had ever said anything about the numbers, so it was probably an older person thing. Nothing to worry about.
After about a month of begging my mom to "please, please, please, let me get a hamster!" I was finally given my wish. We were going to go to the pet store right after she got home from work. I'd already decided on names. Rockstar for a boy, or Amy for a girl. I practically ran all the way home, key around my neck, pulsing with my steps. Badum, Badum, Badum... The clock moved terribly slow, yet I continued to stare as the second hand continued its circle.
At 5:30 she was home, and I cried out, "C'mon, you took forever. Let's go." She may have laughed, but I took no notice. I was getting my hamster!
I was determined to run straight to the hamsters, but mom directed me to the cages. "He'll want to know a nice home is waiting for him before he comes home with us." I, of course trusted her. It was a modest cage, with a water bottle attached. We also got him a little house, and a hamster wheel. I attempted to run over to the hamsters again, but she reminded me that he needed food. So I begrudgingly stomped along.
Finally, I was free to run to the hamsters. Immediately, I saw my Rockstar. He was honey brown, with the cutest beady eyes, and a little nose sniffing tentatively in the air. My mother found an employee, who explained to me how I needed to take extremely good care of my pet, because animals need love and attention. I promised I would, and was presented with my little Rockstar.
One thing I immediately noticed about Rockstar was that his numbers were lower than any other person or animal I'd seen. 000:00:1:2:03:24. But I didn't think it was too big of a deal. The numbers changed all the time.
For the first couple of days, Rockstar was the only recipient of my love and attention. Then I got distracted, but remembered to feed him. Then one day, I didn't remember to feed him anymore.
His last day alive, I noticed his numbers were almost all zero. 000:00:0:0:07:42. I went to my friend's apartment to play for a bit. When I came back, Rockstar's numbers read 000:00:0:0:00:28. It occurred to me that I hadn't fed him in a while, and gave him some food. It was too late though, because I watched him crawl into the corner as his numbers hit 000:00:0:0:00:01, before disappearing altogether. I prodded him, hopelessly confused, before I realized he had died.
The numbers were counting down to death.
So I just want to know what you think, so feel free to leave a comment with telling me what was good, what needs some work, ect.
Oh, and since it might not be completely obvious, that scene is not the first in the book. It's about seven pages into what I hand wrote. I chose it because it makes enough sense on its own without any background.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
The subway station is warmer, but not nearly warm enough. My eyes dart around. They all probably think I'm on drugs. It's not like it hasn't happened before. I didn't even develop this habit until I was six years old...
The numbers had always been there, so I gave them no notice. I thought everyone saw them, and just didn't talk about it. No one had ever said anything about the numbers, so it was probably an older person thing. Nothing to worry about.
After about a month of begging my mom to "please, please, please, let me get a hamster!" I was finally given my wish. We were going to go to the pet store right after she got home from work. I'd already decided on names. Rockstar for a boy, or Amy for a girl. I practically ran all the way home, key around my neck, pulsing with my steps. Badum, Badum, Badum... The clock moved terribly slow, yet I continued to stare as the second hand continued its circle.
At 5:30 she was home, and I cried out, "C'mon, you took forever. Let's go." She may have laughed, but I took no notice. I was getting my hamster!
I was determined to run straight to the hamsters, but mom directed me to the cages. "He'll want to know a nice home is waiting for him before he comes home with us." I, of course trusted her. It was a modest cage, with a water bottle attached. We also got him a little house, and a hamster wheel. I attempted to run over to the hamsters again, but she reminded me that he needed food. So I begrudgingly stomped along.
Finally, I was free to run to the hamsters. Immediately, I saw my Rockstar. He was honey brown, with the cutest beady eyes, and a little nose sniffing tentatively in the air. My mother found an employee, who explained to me how I needed to take extremely good care of my pet, because animals need love and attention. I promised I would, and was presented with my little Rockstar.
One thing I immediately noticed about Rockstar was that his numbers were lower than any other person or animal I'd seen. 000:00:1:2:03:24. But I didn't think it was too big of a deal. The numbers changed all the time.
For the first couple of days, Rockstar was the only recipient of my love and attention. Then I got distracted, but remembered to feed him. Then one day, I didn't remember to feed him anymore.
His last day alive, I noticed his numbers were almost all zero. 000:00:0:0:07:42. I went to my friend's apartment to play for a bit. When I came back, Rockstar's numbers read 000:00:0:0:00:28. It occurred to me that I hadn't fed him in a while, and gave him some food. It was too late though, because I watched him crawl into the corner as his numbers hit 000:00:0:0:00:01, before disappearing altogether. I prodded him, hopelessly confused, before I realized he had died.
The numbers were counting down to death.
So I just want to know what you think, so feel free to leave a comment with telling me what was good, what needs some work, ect.
Oh, and since it might not be completely obvious, that scene is not the first in the book. It's about seven pages into what I hand wrote. I chose it because it makes enough sense on its own without any background.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Sick
I'm sick right now. And it sucks.
Yesterday I got home from school, let the dog out, let her back in, then proceeded to sleep for two hours until my mom called me asking what I wanted for dinner. Then I just sort of lay there like I was dead or something, with the tv on in the background. After that I ate, went upstairs and did the internet thing for a bit. I felt tired at about ten, so I closed my laptop to go to sleep, only I could not get comfortable. I was tossing and turning until about one in the morning. And then after finally getting some sleep, I woke up at six, thinking that I'd only slept for an hour again, only to find there was snow outside. Snow which means I'm in trouble, because yesterday I was supposed clean up the yard before it snowed. And snow which I cannot properly partake in, because my head feels like it's trying to explode. I wish I could make snow angels today.
It's still snowing. This morning when I woke up, it was simply a couple of inches of snow, with a dark sky. But it started snowing again around eight, and hasn't stopped for the past two hours. It's absolutely gorgeous. I wish it could look like this forever.
I really think I need to take a shower, because we are getting our new washer and dryer delivered today (thank goodness, our washer and dryer that we have right now are ancient, loud, annoying things). However, I would much rather just stay here in bed, staring out the window and watching the snow fall as cars and snow plows drive by.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
Yesterday I got home from school, let the dog out, let her back in, then proceeded to sleep for two hours until my mom called me asking what I wanted for dinner. Then I just sort of lay there like I was dead or something, with the tv on in the background. After that I ate, went upstairs and did the internet thing for a bit. I felt tired at about ten, so I closed my laptop to go to sleep, only I could not get comfortable. I was tossing and turning until about one in the morning. And then after finally getting some sleep, I woke up at six, thinking that I'd only slept for an hour again, only to find there was snow outside. Snow which means I'm in trouble, because yesterday I was supposed clean up the yard before it snowed. And snow which I cannot properly partake in, because my head feels like it's trying to explode. I wish I could make snow angels today.
It's still snowing. This morning when I woke up, it was simply a couple of inches of snow, with a dark sky. But it started snowing again around eight, and hasn't stopped for the past two hours. It's absolutely gorgeous. I wish it could look like this forever.
I really think I need to take a shower, because we are getting our new washer and dryer delivered today (thank goodness, our washer and dryer that we have right now are ancient, loud, annoying things). However, I would much rather just stay here in bed, staring out the window and watching the snow fall as cars and snow plows drive by.
~Jess the Nerdfighting BandGeek
