YES GOOD. And the hovertext :D
[fb] me: me! on text tho b/c i'm self-controlling off fb.
[SMS] Z: Message from J. Harkness: I heard you were looking for a distraction.
[SMS] me: to j.h. *eyes up and down* yes? ;) (to z. you are the greatest)
[SMS] Z: Hahaha. From J.H. and Z: Happy to be of service :).
[SMS] me: Message from Spock: May I be of assistance?
[SMS] Z: *looks up*...*TACKLES* To S. hehe. Nice one :).
[SMS] me: That was not a logical move. (from s. ^_^)
[SMS] Z: And yet the outcome should still be fascinating ^_^.
[SMS] me: Spock *sputters* s. *cackles*
[SMS] Z: George Takei: Ooh myyy.!
[SMS] me: Ten: Stop it!
[SMS] Z: *fan-girl 'splode*
[SMS] me: Have i mentioned recently that i love you?
- mix the dry ingredients in the wrong bowl and have to move them out;
- put a stick of butter on the top of the oven to soften with the opening of the wrapper facing down (think about that for a minute);
- (ok this was a previous error) leave the ziplock bag of brown sugar slightly open so it was hard as a brick and have to break it up with a rolling pin;
- almost forget the dry ingredients entirely;
- almost forget the chocolate chips;
- not mix the chocolate chips in all the way, so the first batch is super chocolately and the last batch is going to be my screw-ups with cherry M&Ms or something because the chips-to-dough ratio is totally shot now;
- and set a tray of cookies down on a chair because i have ZERO COUNTER SPACE and then almost (but not actually!) sit on them.
At least the dough isn’t too sticky this time like it has been in the past.
ETA: Only wound up needing on M&M cookie. Hooray!
1) My family is all growing up. Like, duh, obviously we're growing up, but at my mom's family Christmas/New Year's this year, the older cousins all got along and ALL SIX OF US actually spent many hours in each others compan interacting, ven! And our parents didn't piss us off, and it was lovely.
2) I recently discovered I have synesthesia! It's a crossing of the wires in the brain, making multiple senses run together. (For further info, I recommend google, and the book Wednesday Is Indigo Blue, though that gets a bit technical at the end.) I had known it what it was for ages, but a month or so ago discovered that there are way more forms of it than I thought, and that I have two of the irregularly named ones: mirror touch syn and spatial sequence syn.
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It's fun because a) I know sort of how/why this happens, b) I've found other people with it and can talk about it (yay the internet!), and c) I finally have a legit "fun fact" for when I have to introduce myself in a group =P
1+2) My brother is astounding. I constantly underestimate him. Tonight I was telling a story about a friend of mine who has grapheme-->color syn, which led to a discussion about all of syn. I said I had a couple forms, and he wanted to know about them and to see what all the types were. So we went here and went down the list. We stayed up a good 2 hours past when I said I was going to bed, talking about all the forms and how they worked, and my brother says he has my same two forms! At some point he wanted to draw some of his number forms, and that launched a discussion about geometry and math and several other things. It was incredible. And, for a kid who professes to hate reading (dyslexia and ADD), when I brought him down a book on the subject, he turned his light on straight away and started reading it, despite saying he needed to go to sleep. You just have to know which buttons to press to get him excited. I feel so bad I often write him off as apathetic toward these kind of things.
Turned in my phonetics paper a couple days before that, think it was alright. He hasn't posted those grades yet or the semester grades. I think I did pretty well on that exam too.
Syntax exam was tricky but I think I did ok, especially since he's been on a weird curve all semester, so if the exam and/or class goes on that curve, I'm set.
Now just my Latin paper. About which I give surprisingly few bothers. Also I'm exhausted. It will be ok though. I'll turn this in by 11:30 tomorrow, and then be FREEEEEEEE.
...by which I mean free to wash the disturbing number of dishes in my sink and clothes in my hamper.
You’d have trouble getting a definitive estimate of how many people pass through the Crossings on any given day. For one thing, the management has some reason to obfuscate the stats, specifically for security purposes. But regardless of the exact transit numbers being hidden, no one would argue the concept that a lot of people don’t go to the Crossings just to go somewhere else. Many go there just to go, because it truly is a stunning tourist destination..
Others, however, go to shop. Some go there to help others shop. And some… are less open about their motives.
Two young women, one almost a head taller than the other, materialize together on one of the blue-glowing hexes of the Gate 330 area. This forcewalled region of the wide white-shining Main Concourse floor is a “hard” target set aside for legacy gates like the oldest ones on Earth, which is where these travelers have come from; a routing via a dedicated catenary system in the New York suburbs, linking (for energy-saving purposes) through the old high-powered gate at Chur, and popping out here.
Reflexively the young women, seasoned travellers both, glance around them for a second after they manifest to make sure that none of the adjoining hexes are live: a smart move, as even in a facility this sophisticated, it only takes one software glitch combined with one careless moment to leave a person literally and physically bridging two different worlds. Once they’re sure the neighboring hexes are dark, they stroll off and out into the Concourse: a girl in blue jeans and a couple of layered tops in rose and green, under a short denim jacket; her companion in layered skirts and a force-braced camisole with red chase-light embroidery, keyed to her pulse.
“So, the emmfozing….”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“You were going to tell me how you got into it.”
“Yeah, well, you know how it is. Once you start grenfelzing, one thing just kind of leads to another…”
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**Note from Sarah: If you haven't read the Young Wizards books by Diane Duane, get on that. Ur doin YA/sci-fi/fantasy rong. Once you've done that, please start from her Master Post for the 30 Day OTP Challenge and read onward in her extracanonical writing because it is excellent and also roll-on-the-ground funny. (Tagged as fanfic even though, as she points out, it isn't really. Because of reasons.)
Yes my life has come to this. And yes I still feel the need to write about it on the internet. I have no idea how I'm going to survive til next Friday. Or pass this ed policy class. Stop the world plz.
On the plus side, my mom sent me a package of yummy food ^_^
When I was very little, before Panera opened, there was a
So when Mom told me there was a new bread shop opening (Panera), I got really excited. I was a bit sad when I discovered that it was more a restaurant than a shop, but whatever. But so many things have happened there. Happened there. Awkward verb tenses.
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It's just so strange that it's going away. My sister asked me today whether Cleveland or Boston felt more like home, and I had to say Boston, though it doesn't quite feel like home either. And I found a poem in my writing folder that I wrote when I got home at the beginning of this past summer, the last line of which was "And she wondered where home was." *sigh*
ETA: my location here sounds like Harry's address for his first Hogwarts letter =P
i finished one of my papers, and can't get myself in the groove to do the next one. They were both due ages ago, with extensions, and then the expectation that i'd be done "over this weekend" only it's now the wee hours of Tuesday morning and >.<
Instead, i've realized my flight home was at the wrong time, freaked the frick out, swapped work shifts with an extremely generous and fantastic colleague, got that all sorted, and still been freaking out. Twenty-four hours from now, God willing, i will be in my bed asleep in Ohio. And that prospect is making it SO HARD to care about anything.
Also now i have to leave right after class tomorrow, but i haven't washed the dishes or cleaned my room or done laundry, and i have a meeting i have to make. Most importantly, the dishes and the meeting. The other things are less critical.
And all i want to do is sleep. But i also have syntax hw due, and i've used up my skip-an-assignment for that class =/ Hmm. i'm going to see the prof tomorrow. Maybe if i use the CRAP TRAVELING excuse, he'll give me til tomorrow night to scan it and send it. And i could work on it at the airport or something.
Screw it. i'm exhausted and i feel like crap. i'm packing clothes, washing the dishes, and going to bed. And sending in the one paper i've done, and doing the other one sometime tomorrow as well. Gosh, i'm ready for this semester to be over. i just hope i'm not inviting a worse fate on myself by saying that...
i started to post this on tumblr, and then i realized it was getting way too whiny and personal crap. i've decided that lengthy text posts, esp personal, don't need to be there. That's what proper blogs like LJ are for. Anything that needs to go under a cut on tumblr for a reason other than fanfic/spoilers is not going there. Shut up i make weird rules.
My TF for ed policy is absolutely amazing, and incredibly helpful. But he's already reaching Mr. T levels of i-don't-care-specifically-about-my-marks-i-j
Also i keep having this horrible thought that future employers are going to find my blogs and see me talk so much about how i have no drive and hate school, and they will never hire me to be a teacher. But at the same time, this happens to *everyone*, and i think it's an important thing to get out in the open. Soooooo yeah. idk. i'm not awake enough to be philosophical.
Ed policy reading that's actually due tomorrow? nope [though I wouldn't normally do that til tomorrow night anyway]
Syntax hw I should have done 2 weeks ago, was extended for everyone til last Thursday, and then I still didn't do? nope
...tied in with Study for syntax exam tomorrow even in the slightest since I haven't done that yet at all? nope
After I had all of today off. Ugh i just want to punch myself in the face. I am the worst. What even.
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This is really freaking weird. I should do this again without any soundtrack or filmscores.
Also the language tags are the coolest!
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Anyway. On the plus side, I'm going to sleep now, and also today Ev and K and I played "fandom" Mao where all the rules were fandom-related (ish) and it was fantastic. K's were pretty tricky, but when she explained them, they were clever and I liked them. We're cool kids.
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It's time for my grandparents to leave this house, and I won't really mourn it or anything. But everyone has come here this summer to say good-bye and to help clear it out, and I haven't seen Kim or Karen's families at all. It's just another part of growing up that I'm not wrapping my mind around well.
Ella-belle and Mags are going to remember this move as I remembered the move here. Maybe. How should I know. I remember a lot of things about the old house, too, but they're for another time. I just needed to ramble tonight.
This is my life today:
- Get out of bed. Be totally exhausted.
- Babysit cute children.
- Run errands.
- Come home and internet instead of lunch. Oops.
- Have snack and run on elliptical while listening to audiobook.
- Lie down to do crunches. Do some crunches.
- Fall asleep on floor, wake up not knowing what time it is, how long you've been out, and not knowing what your arm is because it's gone to sleep too.
- Be grumpy and continue to internet.
- Have cat sit on your lap.
Dear birds who are awake and chirping at 2:00am:
SHUT UP! You are confusing my brain making it think it's morning.
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In December (I think) I started a secondary blog on tumblr called books-to-the-ceiling, which is primarily a method of keeping a record of books I've read. (I'm also using the drafts for my to-read list, haha). I left tumblr during Lent, and when I returned, I took my book blog back up with a new passion. Unfortunately, creating the entries is rather time-consuming (though lovely), and (un)fortunately, it's driving my desire to curl up in bed with books for days on end up to an unhealthy degree.
[We interrupt this personal reflection to ask: Is it tmesis to split up a phrasal verb? Like I just did with "driving up desire"? Even if it's a common thing to split? Hmmmmm.]
So right now I'm reading Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, which is getting better the more of it I read. Also Annie on my Mind, because I found it in the Ed School library and desperately wanted to reread it, though I'm stopped in the middle because I can't bring myself to read the end. It was tugging too much on my heartstrings already. Maybe I'll finish rereading it over the summer.
But then, today I was in the library and I looked at their New Books section, and I checked out a couple. The first (which I'm about 90 pages into already ^_^) is called Why We Broke Up, by Daniel Handler, whom I only just realized is Lemony Snicket. Wow, good job Sarah. And I was so totally blown away by this realization that I stopped to write it up here. Because the writing is SO different (well, yeah, fine, it's pitched at a YA audience, not an elementary school one, but still! [and yes YA and adults can read books pitched "younger"...]) and I didn't even notice when I picked it up who wrote it, but the story is told from a girl's perspective.
And I'm just trying to remember the last book I read that wasn't HP where the author and main character were not of the same gender. I mean...Tamora Pierce's books about Briar, but they're certainly the minority in her canon. Siobhan Dowd wrote Bog Child. I dunno, it just seems less common. BUT THE POINT IS: Daniel Handler writes it beautifully and real-ly and he writes the way a 16-year-old girl writes, and he uses nonstandard words like squoze (past tense of squeeze) because that's what real people do! (</moriarty>) It just makes me really happy.
Next up is a Newbery Honor and National Book Award winner called Inside Out & Back Again, which sounds really cool. And all the really awesome stuff that Diane Duane has written that's not Young Wizards which I didn't really know about, including the 9th YW book b/c I didn't reread it last year since the library didn't have it, and the adult YW books (THERE ARE ADULT ONES WHAT?). I'm such a DDuane fangirl it's kind of ridiculous.
But now, shower, dinner, ASL talent show, and moving on with life. Also Cabin Pressure and then more books :)
I pause in my failure at life only to document this, because it's TOO FREAKING WEIRD.
Now back to your regularly scheduled disaster. Semantics class starts in ~4.5 hours. 6-8 page Latin paper that isn't really a Latin paper, here I come. *moritur*
My roommate goes to New York nearly every weekend to see her sister and gets back at like 4:00am on Sunday night / Monday morning. I was still awake this time because too much caffeine and stuff. But every week...that must make Mondays miserable!
Also death tomorrow / later today. Yay.
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Yesterday I scanned pages I needed from a book with the specific intention of printing them 2 pages per side. Promptly printed 1 a side. At least I did get them double-sided. So much paper.
Today (errrrr yesterday >.<) I put my laundry in and forgot about it for several hours. I finally went back to dry it, but it still isn't dry. So there goes anther $1.50 and they'll have to sit there till I wake up.
Also tomorrow/tonight (Wednesday) is my first RA meeting. Yay! Also no time for homework and I suck at planning ahead / time management. Grwarrrrr.
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This is one for the tumblr linguists once Lent is over.
My morphology prof today: "So why isn't the past tense of "tweet" "twat"?"
Only one of us had the heart to tell him that twat is already a word...
Then, "OHHHHHH. Gee, thanks guys. Well, maybe that is a case of homophony avoidance…"
It was pretty entertaining. The poor terp at the time was super red in the face and we all couldn't stop giggling. Apparently the prof just thought we thought it sounded too ridiculous to apply an ablaut rule to such a new verb. Not a new verb. That verb. =P
To be fair, he is not a native English speaker. I was sitting there wondering if anyone was going to tell him what it meant, but then Jon did. The bits of the conversation I could overhear were funny. "Do I know what it means? Wait, how do you know what it means? OHHHHHH..." Oops.
Bad-words! I'm not ready to be a grown-up. I'm scared.
Has been a good day, though. Err, two days. Day and a half. Stretch of time. Whatever.
Hier, aussi, quand j’aurais due travailler sur ma dissertation, j’étais assise dans la bibliothèque de l’École de l’Éducation à mon université. J’ai trouvé un livre intitulé, « Nothing but the Truth (And a Few White Lies) » (« Rien que le Vérité (et Des Mensonges Pieux) »). J’ai lis tout le livre parce qu’il était très bon. Il est de une jeune fille qui est moitié taïwanaise et moitié blanche, et qu’elle sent qu’elle ne s’intégrait pas aux Taïwanais où aux Américains. Le titre est intéressent parce qu’en anglais, un mensonge pieux est un mensonge « blanc », donc il est un calembour — elle a les mensonges pieux et les mensonges de son identité, blanche et taïwanaise.
Samedi sera un tournoi appelé « certamen » pour les étudiants du latin en collège et lycée. Certamen est le mot latin pour compétition. Nous, les étudiants en université, le dirigerons. Hier, nous avons révisé les questions pour le tournoi. Dernier dimanche, nous avons révisé des autres questions, mais trop de gens essayaient d’aider, et le processus a devenu très difficile. Hier, seules quatre ont aidé, et il était beaucoup plus de calme.
Maintenant, j'ai juste fini le petit dejeuner, mais j'ai trente minutes avant mes cours. Je pense que je lirai un autre livre. Ce livre est intitulé « Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy » (« Bohémien(?)*, Tailleur, Soldat, Espion »). C'est intéressent, mais je n'ai lis pas encore beaucoup du livre parce que j'ai le laissé dans un salle de classe pendent le week-end. Oups. On en a fait un filme, « La Taupe » en français. Je veux le voir parce que des acteurs en ce film sont Gary Oldman, Colin Firth, et Benedict Cumberbatch. Tous ces acteurs sont magnifiques !
Si vous avez lit toute ma texte, merci beaucoup ! Aujourd'hui j'ai écrit beaucoup.
*Le mot « tinker » en anglais n'est plus un nom, seulement une verbe. Donc, je ne sais pas exactement qu'est-ce que ce mot. Wikipedia a dit-moi que ces quatre mots sont d'une vielle comptine. Je ne sais pas ! :)
Arguments on linguistic validity of above meme aside... nerhh.[nɹ̩ɹ̩ɹ̩ɹ̩] (or [nɹ̩ː]?) I wonder why I prefer the h's orthographically. Nerhhh just looks so much better than nerrrrrrr. *shrug*
Today I get to tell my Greek prof that I'm dropping his class. I tried to be prepared for class today anyway, and it totally failed. I just can't focus on anything. I suppose that does support my case for dropping it, but it still made me feel like an idiot. Wahh. I have a meeting with him in half an hour. So not excited.
Then writing up my proposal to drop the class for my advisor (who already approved but said I need it in writing). Then writing my Latin paper for tomorrow and doing the reading. And then the reading for semantics. Huzzah. Also maybe I should check the assignment for ASL. Gahhh I just feel so overwhelmed and the weather is so nice and I just want to go lie on the grass by the river and be happy. *sigh*
P.S. I'd love to add a "currently reading" or "most recently read" meta field... Is that even possible?