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well, it's been awhile. Let's see:
Finals week: nearly everything you expect out of it. When you've done it for 5 quarters it becomes a little more "tolerable" or something. It helps that I only had one actual in-class "test" proper. Math. Of course. The Big One. It's never just math, is it? It's not just another subject you take, it's Math, with the capital M and all the trappings. Anyway I think I did ok, probably passed the class. I'm actually nervous about my grade this time, usually I'm not, even after finals. I mean the logic is clear, who by worrying can add a single point to their grade after finals? My mom always freaks out - "don't you want to know? Doesn't it just kill you not to know?" Yeah mom, whatever. It's you it kills. She thinks math is a reflection of her motherhood. I think it's a subject I don't do very well (relatively).
Elsewhere:
We (read: the glass shop) found the leak in my trunk. Er, my car's trunk. Yikes. It wasn't where we thought it was, but that's good, because we thought it was in the windows, and my father went so far as to break one in our futile search for that leak. Accidentally, of course, but it was a $190 window that, thankfully, insurance paid for - after the $50 deductible. SO glad I didn't do that one. Of course we removed many things from the rear of the car to search more effectively, including the external rear trim, the speaker panel, and the entire back seat. None of which we've replaced, mind you, so I've been driving a large hollow can around for a week now. At least I don't have to take people places. It'd be embarassing. With any luck tomorrow we'll (my dad and I) spend some quality automotive time eradicating that bastard leak and putting my ride back together. Finally.
Tried to sell one of my printers on Thursday but the buyer and I were speaking of different Northgate Red Robin locations - his was closed, mine was open. I'll try again tomorrow at noon, it's an easy $50. Now I just gotta sell that other one...
Went to my church youth group for the first time since the 3rd. Veeeery different. Not quite as awkward as I'd expected, but at the same time more awkward that I could've ever imagined. I could really feel people treating and saying things differently. In a good way, I suppose, but it was pretty weird. Things will never bet the same with them again. But then, what is? This sucks and I'm sad.
Finally! Friday is (was!) here, and math is over, and I'm a free man, until Monday, when school comes back and! and! the parties begin!
In fact that was a recurring topic tonight at the mighty![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slickjaxon's party. Oh, that party.
Well let's just say I've had better. Now I want to make sure that Jake knows that it's not his fault by any leap or stretch of the imagination, but I've still had better. And I wouldn't complain about it except that I was disappointed. It seemed like something that everyone was going to, and it would be good. The costume thing was kind of a cool thought, good icebreaker. But I don't know, something was lacking. And I don't like being let down, it's not great. Maybe it was the movie selections. Yeah, it must have been the movies. My appetite for violence this month is 0. ZERO. nil. zilch. zip. nonexistent. And we watched (or there was played): John Woo's The Hero that never Cried and Ewan McGregor and Cameron Diaz in A life less ordinary. Now John Woo is a damn fine director, but his taste for violence exceeds mine in ways I'd rather not imagine. I thought I was sick from eating too much pizza, but that movie just made me want to move that pizza from my stomach quickly. And the worst part came next. Cameron Diaz: damn, DAMN fine woman, but her choosing to take a lead in that aberration of a movie just... RRRRGH. I'm so mad about it because the premise was good! It was a great premise! Amateur kidnaps rich girl, she's smart enough to know how to do it right, they fall in love and run away with the ransom and live happily ever after. But it got so weird, so unecessary, so fucked up without reason or meaning it was SENSELESS, DAMMIT! I really, really wanted to like that movie a lot, thought it would redeem the John Woo violence trip but NO. Really left a bad taste in my mouth, can you tell? I hate going home depressed. Violence fucks me up, it always has to some degree. Now... can't take it at all. And you think that's weird, you say "but you play counterstrike for hours, that's hella violent!" No, while CS is violent it is not graphic nor senseless. They're terrorists, dammit we kill terrorists! They're evil! But we don't torture them or slaughter their families or make them dig their own graves, etc etc. God I hate bein messed up like this. It takes me days to get over it every time. I'm such a movie violence virgin. I think I'll stay that way. It's kind of embarassing in a way, I mean I'm a Guy, we're supposed to like blowing shit up and horror movies and the Murder City Devils and everything they stand for and you know what? I just don't. Ok so MCD plays some good rock. But those liner notes... no.
Well hopefully I'll sleep tonight, and spend tomorrow hacking VB (ahem...) and fixing my car. Sounds good to me. Good things are approaching.
Finals week: nearly everything you expect out of it. When you've done it for 5 quarters it becomes a little more "tolerable" or something. It helps that I only had one actual in-class "test" proper. Math. Of course. The Big One. It's never just math, is it? It's not just another subject you take, it's Math, with the capital M and all the trappings. Anyway I think I did ok, probably passed the class. I'm actually nervous about my grade this time, usually I'm not, even after finals. I mean the logic is clear, who by worrying can add a single point to their grade after finals? My mom always freaks out - "don't you want to know? Doesn't it just kill you not to know?" Yeah mom, whatever. It's you it kills. She thinks math is a reflection of her motherhood. I think it's a subject I don't do very well (relatively).
Elsewhere:
We (read: the glass shop) found the leak in my trunk. Er, my car's trunk. Yikes. It wasn't where we thought it was, but that's good, because we thought it was in the windows, and my father went so far as to break one in our futile search for that leak. Accidentally, of course, but it was a $190 window that, thankfully, insurance paid for - after the $50 deductible. SO glad I didn't do that one. Of course we removed many things from the rear of the car to search more effectively, including the external rear trim, the speaker panel, and the entire back seat. None of which we've replaced, mind you, so I've been driving a large hollow can around for a week now. At least I don't have to take people places. It'd be embarassing. With any luck tomorrow we'll (my dad and I) spend some quality automotive time eradicating that bastard leak and putting my ride back together. Finally.
Tried to sell one of my printers on Thursday but the buyer and I were speaking of different Northgate Red Robin locations - his was closed, mine was open. I'll try again tomorrow at noon, it's an easy $50. Now I just gotta sell that other one...
Went to my church youth group for the first time since the 3rd. Veeeery different. Not quite as awkward as I'd expected, but at the same time more awkward that I could've ever imagined. I could really feel people treating and saying things differently. In a good way, I suppose, but it was pretty weird. Things will never bet the same with them again. But then, what is? This sucks and I'm sad.
Finally! Friday is (was!) here, and math is over, and I'm a free man, until Monday, when school comes back and! and! the parties begin!
In fact that was a recurring topic tonight at the mighty
slickjaxon's party. Oh, that party.Well let's just say I've had better. Now I want to make sure that Jake knows that it's not his fault by any leap or stretch of the imagination, but I've still had better. And I wouldn't complain about it except that I was disappointed. It seemed like something that everyone was going to, and it would be good. The costume thing was kind of a cool thought, good icebreaker. But I don't know, something was lacking. And I don't like being let down, it's not great. Maybe it was the movie selections. Yeah, it must have been the movies. My appetite for violence this month is 0. ZERO. nil. zilch. zip. nonexistent. And we watched (or there was played): John Woo's The Hero that never Cried and Ewan McGregor and Cameron Diaz in A life less ordinary. Now John Woo is a damn fine director, but his taste for violence exceeds mine in ways I'd rather not imagine. I thought I was sick from eating too much pizza, but that movie just made me want to move that pizza from my stomach quickly. And the worst part came next. Cameron Diaz: damn, DAMN fine woman, but her choosing to take a lead in that aberration of a movie just... RRRRGH. I'm so mad about it because the premise was good! It was a great premise! Amateur kidnaps rich girl, she's smart enough to know how to do it right, they fall in love and run away with the ransom and live happily ever after. But it got so weird, so unecessary, so fucked up without reason or meaning it was SENSELESS, DAMMIT! I really, really wanted to like that movie a lot, thought it would redeem the John Woo violence trip but NO. Really left a bad taste in my mouth, can you tell? I hate going home depressed. Violence fucks me up, it always has to some degree. Now... can't take it at all. And you think that's weird, you say "but you play counterstrike for hours, that's hella violent!" No, while CS is violent it is not graphic nor senseless. They're terrorists, dammit we kill terrorists! They're evil! But we don't torture them or slaughter their families or make them dig their own graves, etc etc. God I hate bein messed up like this. It takes me days to get over it every time. I'm such a movie violence virgin. I think I'll stay that way. It's kind of embarassing in a way, I mean I'm a Guy, we're supposed to like blowing shit up and horror movies and the Murder City Devils and everything they stand for and you know what? I just don't. Ok so MCD plays some good rock. But those liner notes... no.
Well hopefully I'll sleep tonight, and spend tomorrow hacking VB (ahem...) and fixing my car. Sounds good to me. Good things are approaching.
