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Mar. 16th, 2006 02:20 amMarch is not so much turning into a prolific month for Livejournal entries. But right now, I'm sick, tired, grumpy, and up too late at night. The perfect mood for journaling.
What did I even do last week? On Thursday, I went over to my brother's, which would have been a very fun time were it not for what happened directly prior to my getting there. At the entrance to the community where his house is, there is a sign that says, Slow: Children at Play. There is an image on the sign of a child in short pants and a bobble hat running across it. I always picture it as James, my brother, running, which if you know James is a very funny image. So I stop the car and go rifling through my purse for my digital camera.
Which is GONE.
I seriously need to get rid of my purse and burn it, it has such a bad habit of kicking things out and then I do things like wind up in class without my glasses or lose my precious digital camera. The very thought makes me want to cry. What I think happened, is I remember a point earlier in the week when I grabbed the purse out of my car and my cell phone dropped out, and I picked it up. The only thing I can imagine is that the camera also fell out, but under the car where I didn't see it. I've checked everywhere else and it's just not anywhere, so I am despondant and heartbroken. There was some good stuff on there, videos that I took of James singing in the car (he can hit every note of 'Sheri Baby'), and some of the last time I went to visit my Grandpa, you know. Sentimental stuff. Not to mention that I don't have the $250 bucks needed to replace it. Just today I went to the police station on campus to see if anyone had turned it in, and the officer on duty laughed at me, the stupid white girl who couldn't hold onto her stuff expecting someone to turn in an expensive toy that they could sell for money elsewhere.
Anyway, the evening out with James, Rebecca, and Gena was lots of fun nevertheless. There's just something about hanging out with people who you've known forever that's relaxing on a deep mental level, even when 'hanging out' means listening to Gena yell at James in the front seat of the car. We kicked around downtown Annapolis for a bit, got ice cream, the whole bit. Mallory, you ought to give me your cell number, we'll look you up next time we're in town and spirit you away from college for a bit.
Saturday was pretty much more of the same, since a whole group of us went to our old high school's annual play. Ran into Holly there, which was awkward with a capital 'awk', as she wouldn't say two words to me unless I specifically addressed her, at which point she said exactly two words to me. Tornabene once mentioned that for all that he's known Holly for like, seven years, he never really knew whether she liked him at all or was just faking it, and I agreed that it seemed that she was like that for a lot of people. I suppose the truth comes out eventually. Still, had a great time hanging out with old friends in familliar haunts. I didn't actually see the second half of the play at all, because I hung out backstage talking shop with old friends, including Peter Trigg who started stage crew when I was stage manager and is now majoring in theatre tech, which is exciting and a little bit scary. Everyone looks good and happy and successful and I'm happy for them.
This week has been characterized by lots of work and too little sleep. I had a 10-page philosophy paper due Monday in which I was supposed to compare and contrast Socrates and Lao-Tzu's concepts of God, which was just seriously the paper from hell. I couldn't find anything to really compare, so it was all contrast and I only wound up getting 5 pages out of it, and not good pages either. Mostly dreckish sad depressing pages.
And then I had a project to do for Speech. Oh, how I loathe projects. How they freeze my soul.
Worse, it was a team project, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serialwaters was my partner. And God knows I love John like a brother, but dude is seriously hung up on grades, which is admirable, but it was kind of flipping me out, the idea that he'd bludgeon me to death with a blunt instrument if I even hinted at dragging his grade down. Anyway, this was the first time since grade school that I wasn't the most motivated group member on a team, which if you look at my work ethic (nonexistant) is a fairly scary thing to realize. It was nice getting to pass on the Team Leader hat for once, even if I was stressing the workload. I still wound up completing my stuff at the last minute, only to be redeemed by the class's being cancelled today. It's nearly Providential.
Let's see, camera, friends, high school, project. I think that's everything interesting right now, excepting the fact that I'm seriously hacking up a lung here, which isn't so much interesting as it is gross. I hate warm-weather colds with a firey passion, or I would if I could work up any energy through my drug-haze.
Sleep is now.
Erin
What did I even do last week? On Thursday, I went over to my brother's, which would have been a very fun time were it not for what happened directly prior to my getting there. At the entrance to the community where his house is, there is a sign that says, Slow: Children at Play. There is an image on the sign of a child in short pants and a bobble hat running across it. I always picture it as James, my brother, running, which if you know James is a very funny image. So I stop the car and go rifling through my purse for my digital camera.
Which is GONE.
I seriously need to get rid of my purse and burn it, it has such a bad habit of kicking things out and then I do things like wind up in class without my glasses or lose my precious digital camera. The very thought makes me want to cry. What I think happened, is I remember a point earlier in the week when I grabbed the purse out of my car and my cell phone dropped out, and I picked it up. The only thing I can imagine is that the camera also fell out, but under the car where I didn't see it. I've checked everywhere else and it's just not anywhere, so I am despondant and heartbroken. There was some good stuff on there, videos that I took of James singing in the car (he can hit every note of 'Sheri Baby'), and some of the last time I went to visit my Grandpa, you know. Sentimental stuff. Not to mention that I don't have the $250 bucks needed to replace it. Just today I went to the police station on campus to see if anyone had turned it in, and the officer on duty laughed at me, the stupid white girl who couldn't hold onto her stuff expecting someone to turn in an expensive toy that they could sell for money elsewhere.
Anyway, the evening out with James, Rebecca, and Gena was lots of fun nevertheless. There's just something about hanging out with people who you've known forever that's relaxing on a deep mental level, even when 'hanging out' means listening to Gena yell at James in the front seat of the car. We kicked around downtown Annapolis for a bit, got ice cream, the whole bit. Mallory, you ought to give me your cell number, we'll look you up next time we're in town and spirit you away from college for a bit.
Saturday was pretty much more of the same, since a whole group of us went to our old high school's annual play. Ran into Holly there, which was awkward with a capital 'awk', as she wouldn't say two words to me unless I specifically addressed her, at which point she said exactly two words to me. Tornabene once mentioned that for all that he's known Holly for like, seven years, he never really knew whether she liked him at all or was just faking it, and I agreed that it seemed that she was like that for a lot of people. I suppose the truth comes out eventually. Still, had a great time hanging out with old friends in familliar haunts. I didn't actually see the second half of the play at all, because I hung out backstage talking shop with old friends, including Peter Trigg who started stage crew when I was stage manager and is now majoring in theatre tech, which is exciting and a little bit scary. Everyone looks good and happy and successful and I'm happy for them.
This week has been characterized by lots of work and too little sleep. I had a 10-page philosophy paper due Monday in which I was supposed to compare and contrast Socrates and Lao-Tzu's concepts of God, which was just seriously the paper from hell. I couldn't find anything to really compare, so it was all contrast and I only wound up getting 5 pages out of it, and not good pages either. Mostly dreckish sad depressing pages.
And then I had a project to do for Speech. Oh, how I loathe projects. How they freeze my soul.
Worse, it was a team project, and
serialwaters was my partner. And God knows I love John like a brother, but dude is seriously hung up on grades, which is admirable, but it was kind of flipping me out, the idea that he'd bludgeon me to death with a blunt instrument if I even hinted at dragging his grade down. Anyway, this was the first time since grade school that I wasn't the most motivated group member on a team, which if you look at my work ethic (nonexistant) is a fairly scary thing to realize. It was nice getting to pass on the Team Leader hat for once, even if I was stressing the workload. I still wound up completing my stuff at the last minute, only to be redeemed by the class's being cancelled today. It's nearly Providential.Let's see, camera, friends, high school, project. I think that's everything interesting right now, excepting the fact that I'm seriously hacking up a lung here, which isn't so much interesting as it is gross. I hate warm-weather colds with a firey passion, or I would if I could work up any energy through my drug-haze.
Sleep is now.
Erin
