We got new sticky notes at work.
I know, it sounds super lame, but they're the accordion kind that are all connected in opposite direction so they're like the slinky of sticky notes. I can just sit at my desk and play with them for a concerning amount of time. Mary hates them because she'll go to pick one up and the whole stack will follow and then fall off of her desk. But I think they're awesome.
I've decided to start something new.
(Keep in mind that I often make promises I can't keep because I'm bipolar (quite literally) and often TOTALLY BELIEVE that I can do something and then it just never gets done.
But here's what I'm planning on doing, right at this moment:
I'm going to make a new little tab at the top of the blog and in it I'm going to put "WHAT I'M READING".
I'm going to try to update it every week with whatever I've been reading that week.
You may end up getting three weeks of the same book, or maybe it will be about whatever I had to read for school. If it's been a particularly busy week you might even end up getting something from the back of a cereal box. Only time will tell.
So yeah, that's what I'm going to try to do, just for some variety. I may or may not let you know in this normal part of the blog whether or not I've updated the reading page, or maybe I won't. Haven't thought that far ahead. I also don't know how interesting the books I'll be reading will be. Hopefully I'll be able to MAKE them interesting, even if they aren't. You know me, I'm a good storyteller. I'll make it work.
So what do you guys think? Good idea?
(ALSO: Junkers, I'll be there for the premier. You can count on it. 6ish okay?)
So, summer has begun and.... now I am very boring.
I just work full time in the summer. In an office. I wear pencil skirts and bring my lunch to work everyday. It's all very adult and unexciting. This is summer as an adult.
This means that if I'm going to keep any of you guys interested I'm going to have to break into the archives...
I honestly can't think of anything right now but I promise that when something comes to me I will write it down and let you guys know as soon as possible.
IT'S FINALS WEEK.
That's not really true though. Last week (which is supposed to be dead week) was basically finals week too. I had three final paper due, which I stayed up until 1:30 three consecutive nights to finish. I had another one due last night and then my American lit final today. It was another online one, just like my midterm.
Online finals are a tricky business. They can be really good for some people and really bad for others. They're really good for me because I feel more relaxed and I can get up to use the bathroom and fill my water and briefly pet my dog for a bit.
They can be really bad for those who are easily distracted (WHICH IS NOT ME CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF).
Anyway, MY FINAL. The midterm was terrible and this one was structure the same so I expected it to be terrible as well.
And it was.
Luckily there wasn't very much discussion on the whole structuralism/post-structuralism debate, though there was a lot of Modernism/Postmodernism, so I was able to just use all of the structuralism/post-structuralism stuff and then I wasn't rehashing the same thing in four essays. Yeah, IT WAS AN ESSAY TEST. I had two hours and there were FIVE OF THEM. I ran out of time, actually.
OH. And midway through the test the air-conditioning guy came and he was messing with the breakers and he TURNED OFF THE INTERNET AND I ALMOST HYPERVENTILATED BECAUSE IT WOULDN'T COME BACK ON AND IT WAS A TIMED ONLINE TEST. I lost like 10 minutes and I was terrified.
But I managed to get it done before time ran out, I just didn't get to go back and edit anything.
BUT IT'S DONE. And now I don't have anything until Thursday.
It's actually really weird.
I've been super internally stressing over the paper due last night (that I put off until last night) and this final and now they're both done and I have nothing to super stress over.
Not sure what to do.
Okay, so this is to all of you who have been making fun of me for getting so worked up about Grey's Anatomy.
(ESPECIALLY THE IDIOT WHO TOLD ME "IT'S FICTION".)
WHOEVER YOU ARE: **** YOU.
I have been through ELEVEN SEASONS of this show. THAT'S 10 YEARS. 10 YEARS OF THE SAME CHARACTER WHO I HAVE GROWN TO LOVE AND CHERISH.
Many characters have been killed off over the years.
George, Mark, Lexie. Henry, Denny, Heather. HUNDREDS OF PATIENTS WHO I GREW VERY ATTACHED TO. SO MANY PEOPLE.
DEREK IS THE MAN THE SHOW IS BUILT AROUND. I would rather them kill Meredith than Derek. I seriously would. AND IT WASN'T EVEN A GOOD DEATH. IT WAS HORRIBLY WRITTEN.
The deal from the beginning was that Meredith and Derek would end up together. That was the deal. Whatever was thrown our way, we would take it, because we had the promise of their eternal happiness.
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED.
My whole life is a lie.
SO DON'T TELL ME THAT IT'S JUST ******* FICTION.
I WILL KNIFE YOU.