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urbanamazonWell, that's one midterm that went rather well ...
I'm starting to rethink a few of my associate choices in college. Well, one in particular, anyway. I'm just not quite sure what to do about it.
For her, weekends are parties. She describes them from one club to the next, naming off new people each night. She skips classes and critiques, she's hardly handed in any assignments...
Since school's started, she's been commenting off-handedly that she thinks she might be pregnant, showing no signs of caring ... or being pregnant, for that matter.
She's driving me fucking nuts! I don't care who was groping her last night, or how drunk she was, or who she was dirty dancing with. I don't care whose house she went to to give blow jobs last weekend. I don't care about ...
I just don't care. I've given up caring about her.
She's obnoxious, judgmental ... just ARGH!
I could go on. But that would just get me into an even crankier mood. I don't want that. I'm on a high from my Art History midterm mark. Life is good.
Speaking of life...
I found a butterfly indoors yesterday. Somehow, someway, ithad been hiding out in the sink under part of the coffee maker, and I nearly washed it down the drain. I saved it, thought it was dead, but then it clung to my finger when I picked it up.
Painted Lady butterflies, so common around here.
What could I do with it? It was below freezing outside, so that was sure death. We have no flowers inside, plus a dog, so that was sure death, too. Starve or freeze? Made me kind of sad, to see a creature that was going to die whatever it tried to do. I could choose how it died, but it made me feel helpless instead of powerful.
Death is an odd concept for me. I don't know what to think of it, really. Might be in my blood. I'm ninth generation Canadian, but my blood's Irish/Scottish. The Celts had no concept of Heaven or Hell, and I guess that's stuck with me a little. I'm not a spiritual person by a long shot. Organized religion is just ... can do much ass-kissing in my books. I'm pretty much agnostic, I guess. I never give it much thought, either way. I've got too much to focus on in the world of the living.
I left the butterfly in the kitchen window, to warm up and dry, I guess. I say it opening its wings and flexing them a bit later, but I don't think it lasted very long. I forgot about it and haven't checked it since. I'll see if its still there tonight.
On a completely different note; a baby in a pink jumper with six bottle-nipples sewn ont it makes and adorable pig for Hallowe'en. Alternatively, a six-year-old dressed as a 'fashion diva', complete with provocative poses and revealing flashy clothing, is just wrong.
*whoof* Okay, too much cologne there, buddy. Other people in the library need to breathe, and the books should not be exposed to harmful substances. Ease off. *coughchoke
I'm starting to rethink a few of my associate choices in college. Well, one in particular, anyway. I'm just not quite sure what to do about it.
For her, weekends are parties. She describes them from one club to the next, naming off new people each night. She skips classes and critiques, she's hardly handed in any assignments...
Since school's started, she's been commenting off-handedly that she thinks she might be pregnant, showing no signs of caring ... or being pregnant, for that matter.
She's driving me fucking nuts! I don't care who was groping her last night, or how drunk she was, or who she was dirty dancing with. I don't care whose house she went to to give blow jobs last weekend. I don't care about ...
I just don't care. I've given up caring about her.
She's obnoxious, judgmental ... just ARGH!
I could go on. But that would just get me into an even crankier mood. I don't want that. I'm on a high from my Art History midterm mark. Life is good.
Speaking of life...
I found a butterfly indoors yesterday. Somehow, someway, ithad been hiding out in the sink under part of the coffee maker, and I nearly washed it down the drain. I saved it, thought it was dead, but then it clung to my finger when I picked it up.
Painted Lady butterflies, so common around here.
What could I do with it? It was below freezing outside, so that was sure death. We have no flowers inside, plus a dog, so that was sure death, too. Starve or freeze? Made me kind of sad, to see a creature that was going to die whatever it tried to do. I could choose how it died, but it made me feel helpless instead of powerful.
Death is an odd concept for me. I don't know what to think of it, really. Might be in my blood. I'm ninth generation Canadian, but my blood's Irish/Scottish. The Celts had no concept of Heaven or Hell, and I guess that's stuck with me a little. I'm not a spiritual person by a long shot. Organized religion is just ... can do much ass-kissing in my books. I'm pretty much agnostic, I guess. I never give it much thought, either way. I've got too much to focus on in the world of the living.
I left the butterfly in the kitchen window, to warm up and dry, I guess. I say it opening its wings and flexing them a bit later, but I don't think it lasted very long. I forgot about it and haven't checked it since. I'll see if its still there tonight.
On a completely different note; a baby in a pink jumper with six bottle-nipples sewn ont it makes and adorable pig for Hallowe'en. Alternatively, a six-year-old dressed as a 'fashion diva', complete with provocative poses and revealing flashy clothing, is just wrong.
*whoof* Okay, too much cologne there, buddy. Other people in the library need to breathe, and the books should not be exposed to harmful substances. Ease off. *coughchoke
