Jan. 21st, 2002

fictional: (the look)
ugh. my schedule of classes is looking more amorphous by the minute.

i need to assemble a manuscript for narrative writing by noon tomorrow. and even if it is judged good enough, i may not get to be in the section that i signed up for. lame. very very lame. because the other section plays havoc with my work schedule.

my anthropology class is unfortunately taught by a deadeningly boring lecturer, who i fear is going to make the material deathsome. a sad thing, considering the course is entitled Myth, Ritual, and Symbol and lists among other things, witchcraft, shamanism, sacrifice, and magick in the course keywords.

at least i'm pretty certain that Spenser and Malory will be good, it's taught by my advisor, a woman that i have a deep respect for as a scholar, and lecturer.

i'm worried. i feel all at sea about this semester thus far, and that's not a good way to begin. especially since we're only two and a half hours into it.
fictional: (the look)
today has pretty much sucked.

i liked the early morning snuggles but being forced out of bed into a snowy cold day by the beeping of an alarm has little to recommend it. especially when your sleeping partner gets to stay all nice and warm and cuddly under the covers whilst you trudge out to face the world.

and then there was the enormous scheduling fiasco, which not satisfied with causing me to miss work tomorrow, is also forcing me to change my annual on thursday from the reasonable hour of 11am to 8:30am.

(i think that previous sentence really wants to be a split infinitive, but it just can't seem to make it. i have to allow it to dream, right?)

a small comfort is the fact that i have already been the recipient of several shocked looks at work this afternoon. for i am currently wearing a shiny red watch that sykii left in my dorm room two years ago and that i have appropriated, and defiant of snow, bright blue phat pants, trimmed in yellow, and a black tee-shirt with an enormous white pentacle emblazoned on the front. and i'm wearing my silver pentacle hanging out for all to see today.

subtle it is not.
but i save discretion for the rarest of circumstances.

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