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It just got dimmer in here…

November 12, 2008 Leave a comment

My brain’s completely unable to focus on “important” tasks like school work and work-work. There’s a paper due tomorrow for those who want to write it, and I had all the intention of doing it today — but I didn’t. I wrote a paragraph or so on Tuesday, and thought I’d finish it off today. But I can’t. For starters, the topics suck. The book that this paper’s based on is a good piece of work, but it doesn’t strike me as phenomenal or particularly insightful, so I don’t have the mind to make up a topic for the paper. Also, I’m sick to death of this goddamn class.

So instead of writing that paper, I sat here all day trying to complete my translation assignment for my job; but I’m not done yet. It’s taking me an extra long time because everything is a distraction. My mind wanders off way too easily. There’s nothing in the living room but I still feel the need to walk over to that unfurnished area and stand there for a bit. I’m wondering if I should get tested for some kind of attention-deficit disorder, but I don’t think that’s it. I’ve been sleeping horribly this past week and I feel like half of my brain has been shut off.

I know that I should write this paper. We are given the opportunity to write two out of three papers over the course of the semester, but if we write all three, the lowest grade gets dropped. I wrote the first one, which was due on the same day as my presentation (yes, for the same class). This one is due tomorrow, and the last one is due December 1 — the very first day immediately after Thanksgiving break. I thought that if I did well enough on this one, I wouldn’t have to write the last one. Or, that I would write all three and have the lowest grade dropped. It’s too bad my mind’s not up for it.

It’s hard to conjure up concentration and motivation for a class that you never wanted to take in the first place. It’s not only that I didn’t want to take it; it’s that I got STUCK taking it because this program sucks (for lack of a better word) and the course offerings are limited to 3 or 4 each semester. One is translation, and the others are all literature-related. What’s the fuck’s up with that? So evidently I was majorly upset and annoyed before I even moved here. It’s no wonder I don’t want to do shit in this class.

Good thing the weekend’s coming up. We had a short period of warm weather toward the end of last week, and the heat was shut off in the building. Just when my heater started to function properly (i.e. give off consistent heat continuously without blasting hot air randomly); my roommate had to fetch a space heater for her room from her grandmother’s house. I’m not sure why anyone thought shutting off the heat was a good idea; we’re in November, not March. If it gets warm, it’s not likely that it’ll last. So of course, when it got significantly colder, they were slow to turn on the heat and now we’re back to square fucking one.

Lilly just turned on her space heater. It just got dimmer in here…

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Peach jam’s the shit

November 5, 2008 2 comments

and toaster ovens are quite possibly the best kitchen appliance ever. I have yet to haul my ass over to the post office and demand a refund from the incompetent fools who work there. I’ve been sitting at my desk in my room all damn day with the blinds down, working at my weekly translation assignment — the one that I get paid for. The one that’s due in class on Friday, well, I haven’t touched that yet. I fell way behind on my job assignments, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make the deadlines. This school thing, I’m not sure it’s a good situation. I have a paper due on the first of December, which is the Monday immediately after Thanksgiving break. Why so cruel? She probably doesn’t want to be grading papers over Thanksgiving, but couldn’t give two shits about us having our breaks ruined. To think that I asked my mom to take that entire week off because I’ll be home… fuck it. I’ve written papers in one night — actually, that’s how all of my papers were written.

I need to save money. I need to stop spending so much… I think the bulk of my spending has been done, though: external hard drive, new jeans because I wore the old ones wayyyy out, contact lenses, fleece ear warmers, a bluetooth dongle, things for the apartment… From here on, it’s only rent, food, and transportation. Which means I need to stop checking Woot!.

Ah wait. I need to get more socks and underwear so I can put off laundry as long as possible.

Life’s okay aside from the lack of money. It’s lonely in DC, and it’s hard to meet people, but I talk to my friends over IM and email and, well, we’re getting visitors over the next two weekends. Still, I miss college life. I swear it wouldn’t be so bad if I had a physical work location I had to report to… it’s tough being freelance.

Hey, at least McCain’s not our next president, right? Better deliver, Obama…

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Sunday, bloody Sunday…

November 2, 2008 Leave a comment

Lilly and I went to Eastern Market today; I’d been wanting to check it out for a while now. It’s lovely! I still prefer the French markets from my childhood, but it’s lovely. I wore my new boots, even though I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea. If you have new shoes, you need to break them in slowly. Going far from where you live isn’t a good idea, especially if it involves a fair amount of walking.

Twenty-minute walk to the Metro stop, walking from the Metro to the market, walking around the market, walking from the market to the Metro, walking around the grocery store, walking around CVS, twenty-minute walk from CVS to my apartment…

I finally took my boots off when I got back and ah! blood! a lot of blood!

It wasn’t pretty. My roommate didn’t appreciate it.

But at least I got Halloween candy on sale. I also got apples, some peach jam, and some apricot preserves. Mmmmm. Tasty.

Have you seen this, by the way? What the fuck?

November! November November November, it’s November! I love this month.

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