Happy Valentine's Day!
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raegan_1I've no smut, or even romance, to share today, but I figure that's okay. Especially as the alternative was bunnies.
I hope everyone has a great day, even those without a flower/candy/gift-giver. (Being single is more fun, anyway. Truly.)
Took a test today for General Chemistry (2nd Semester) and feel pretty good about it.
Last Friday we took a test in Differential Equations, and I scored a 58/100. Bad, yes, but average was 52 and the lowest was a 22, so I'm not feeling all that bad. The prof curves and I -will- do better on later tests.
This Friday is the Modern Physics first test, which I'm not really looking forward to, but also not afraid of. The prof is kind of sucky at explaining things, but it's only his second year with this particular subject, and I am quite capable of reading the book and the examples myself. It is, also, open book, so failing is not an option (and it shouldn't be a possibility, I hope.)
It has been busy, busy, busy. I've spent more than one night the past couple of weeks studying until 10 or 11 (11:30 on one particular night, but anything after 11 is kind of strange.) It's paying off, definitely, but it leaves little time for anything else. A friend asked to draw me for an art class, and I finally had to tell him he'd have to do it while I was studying, or he'd have to find another model. (He drew my profile while I did physics. It's very amusing.)
The little sister has the boyfriend of her dreams (she -waited- for over a -month- for him to agree to go out with her. It must be love.) The more mature sister now has four children living in the house + 1 on week nights while the extras parent works third shift. It's a full house, and she's mondo busy, and I love her dearly even when she calls in the middle of my study sessions to tell me, "Do you know what -your- mother did this time?" (She's -our- mother, for reference.)
Ick Warning for the following
And... ooh, zombie dream. Freaky zombie dream with the roomie (now ex-roomie, but more on that in a moment.) and the lab partner. We shall call them N and G, respectively. The dream also starred a prof, who we shall summarily call "Big P" (P).
It's the future (year unknown) and the world is at a constant 130 degrees Fahreinheit. This sucks, and of course, makes it hard to breath (on top of everything else.) Everyone goes around wearing these tubes in their noses and taking "natural" pills (that was the adjective ascribed to them in my dream). A lot of people are in the hospital, because of this, and N takes G and I to the hospital to help us. She believes us to be sick, mostly because we're not on the pills or the tube (so there must be something wrong with us.) G is coerced into taking the pills, but I refuse (and for some reason, even though N was all concerned, she's not on the pills or the tubes, either.)
A while later, I get into a fight with a midget (non-PC term, because I don't know or care to look up the PC word(s),) named Tito about whether or not he's going to let me have/give me a muffin. (I wanted the muffin!) From there, somehow, we find out that the pills and/or tube cause a serious case of the undead.
G is left at the hospital to be zombified, while N and I go hang out in Big P's neighborhood, where he's apparently a good samaritan (he has time to be, according to one neighbor, because in my dream he has no life. ^__^;) We follow him around to another neighbor's garage, where he's doing something (stacking boxes or firewood, or something.) There's a tricycle off to the side, on a relatively clear section of the floor, but I'm apparently the only one to notice the little toddler sized foot lying under it between the front wheel and back wheels.
In my dream, that foot belongs to a zombie child I don't want to see,, because me + zombie = ZombieKiller!Rae. And little kid + zombie = dead!Rae because I couldn't do the killing.... *pauses for breath*
Anyway, we leave the garage, and the three of us are walking toward Big P's house and talking about his wife, about whether or not she's on the tube/pills and whether or not she's alive or undead, etc. While traversing through someone else's back yard, some zombie guy walks out onto the veranda and starts throwing knives at us. He misses, because zombies have horrible aim, and I pick up the knives and start throwing them back.
Last ick warning -this is the paragraph to skip
In the future, I've practiced my knife-throwing (of course. Zombie killer. *shrug*) and I manage to sink the ones I throw into his forehead, which knocks him down... right before he gets back up and laughs at us. To kill a zombie, you actually have to stab them in the brain and the heart. N and I each grab a knife, jump the guy and knock him down, and then proceed to break his rib cage to get the knives to pierce is heart.
End ick warning
End dream.
Roommmate, now ex-roommate, married her boyfriend of 1.25 years this past weekend. I was maid of honor and vow-writer. I'll possibly share bits of that later, though probably not. (It would require remembering.) It was fun, they're deliriously happy, and they were already back to the dorms on Monday to get all of her stuff, because the sooner she takes over the house, the sooner ( I'm guessing? I don't get the rush.) she can keep her mother-in-law from visiting often.
The house belongs to his parents, and since they have two houses, one here and one in another city closer to where they work the majority of the time (DNR), and while normally it's just him, sometimes his mother works here in town and she comes to visit, and on those days, N had to stay clear, because until they were married she wasn't supposed to be staying over. (Oops.)
Now they're wed, N has full run of the house, with decorating rights.
So, yeah. Wedding. It was fun, short, and the cake was tasty. I even ate the frosting.
That, by and large, has been my 2007.
I hope everyone has a great day, even those without a flower/candy/gift-giver. (Being single is more fun, anyway. Truly.)
Took a test today for General Chemistry (2nd Semester) and feel pretty good about it.
Last Friday we took a test in Differential Equations, and I scored a 58/100. Bad, yes, but average was 52 and the lowest was a 22, so I'm not feeling all that bad. The prof curves and I -will- do better on later tests.
This Friday is the Modern Physics first test, which I'm not really looking forward to, but also not afraid of. The prof is kind of sucky at explaining things, but it's only his second year with this particular subject, and I am quite capable of reading the book and the examples myself. It is, also, open book, so failing is not an option (and it shouldn't be a possibility, I hope.)
It has been busy, busy, busy. I've spent more than one night the past couple of weeks studying until 10 or 11 (11:30 on one particular night, but anything after 11 is kind of strange.) It's paying off, definitely, but it leaves little time for anything else. A friend asked to draw me for an art class, and I finally had to tell him he'd have to do it while I was studying, or he'd have to find another model. (He drew my profile while I did physics. It's very amusing.)
The little sister has the boyfriend of her dreams (she -waited- for over a -month- for him to agree to go out with her. It must be love.) The more mature sister now has four children living in the house + 1 on week nights while the extras parent works third shift. It's a full house, and she's mondo busy, and I love her dearly even when she calls in the middle of my study sessions to tell me, "Do you know what -your- mother did this time?" (She's -our- mother, for reference.)
Ick Warning for the following
And... ooh, zombie dream. Freaky zombie dream with the roomie (now ex-roomie, but more on that in a moment.) and the lab partner. We shall call them N and G, respectively. The dream also starred a prof, who we shall summarily call "Big P" (P).
It's the future (year unknown) and the world is at a constant 130 degrees Fahreinheit. This sucks, and of course, makes it hard to breath (on top of everything else.) Everyone goes around wearing these tubes in their noses and taking "natural" pills (that was the adjective ascribed to them in my dream). A lot of people are in the hospital, because of this, and N takes G and I to the hospital to help us. She believes us to be sick, mostly because we're not on the pills or the tube (so there must be something wrong with us.) G is coerced into taking the pills, but I refuse (and for some reason, even though N was all concerned, she's not on the pills or the tubes, either.)
A while later, I get into a fight with a midget (non-PC term, because I don't know or care to look up the PC word(s),) named Tito about whether or not he's going to let me have/give me a muffin. (I wanted the muffin!) From there, somehow, we find out that the pills and/or tube cause a serious case of the undead.
G is left at the hospital to be zombified, while N and I go hang out in Big P's neighborhood, where he's apparently a good samaritan (he has time to be, according to one neighbor, because in my dream he has no life. ^__^;) We follow him around to another neighbor's garage, where he's doing something (stacking boxes or firewood, or something.) There's a tricycle off to the side, on a relatively clear section of the floor, but I'm apparently the only one to notice the little toddler sized foot lying under it between the front wheel and back wheels.
In my dream, that foot belongs to a zombie child I don't want to see,, because me + zombie = ZombieKiller!Rae. And little kid + zombie = dead!Rae because I couldn't do the killing.... *pauses for breath*
Anyway, we leave the garage, and the three of us are walking toward Big P's house and talking about his wife, about whether or not she's on the tube/pills and whether or not she's alive or undead, etc. While traversing through someone else's back yard, some zombie guy walks out onto the veranda and starts throwing knives at us. He misses, because zombies have horrible aim, and I pick up the knives and start throwing them back.
Last ick warning -this is the paragraph to skip
In the future, I've practiced my knife-throwing (of course. Zombie killer. *shrug*) and I manage to sink the ones I throw into his forehead, which knocks him down... right before he gets back up and laughs at us. To kill a zombie, you actually have to stab them in the brain and the heart. N and I each grab a knife, jump the guy and knock him down, and then proceed to break his rib cage to get the knives to pierce is heart.
End ick warning
End dream.
Roommmate, now ex-roommate, married her boyfriend of 1.25 years this past weekend. I was maid of honor and vow-writer. I'll possibly share bits of that later, though probably not. (It would require remembering.) It was fun, they're deliriously happy, and they were already back to the dorms on Monday to get all of her stuff, because the sooner she takes over the house, the sooner ( I'm guessing? I don't get the rush.) she can keep her mother-in-law from visiting often.
The house belongs to his parents, and since they have two houses, one here and one in another city closer to where they work the majority of the time (DNR), and while normally it's just him, sometimes his mother works here in town and she comes to visit, and on those days, N had to stay clear, because until they were married she wasn't supposed to be staying over. (Oops.)
Now they're wed, N has full run of the house, with decorating rights.
So, yeah. Wedding. It was fun, short, and the cake was tasty. I even ate the frosting.
That, by and large, has been my 2007.
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on 2007-02-14 10:37 pm (UTC)...Bunnies? *perk*
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on 2007-02-16 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-16 11:59 pm (UTC)