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It is the first day of public school 'round here, and let me tell you, it's still kind of weird not to be a part of it. As it is, it's still over fifty percent of my life spent getting up at some insane hour* to stagger off to run around in an icy field, or do jazz band, or struggle to care about poetry.**
I celebrated by having a day as busy and demanding as the first day of school, to the point where it was almost a relief to have the Car Dudes call and inform me that I would have to continue driving this dopey little rental car around till tomorrow because the Grandma Car wasn't ready to be picked up yet. It meant I could just go the hell home.
Except then I have to make dinner on Mondays. But I'm tired as hell, so I am performing the family specialty recipe known as Dumping A Bunch Of Stuff In A Dutch Oven Until It Turns Into Chili. It's a great recipe. That junk they called "chili" on Alton Brown doesn't even come close.
Now I'm going to gotake a nap let it simmer. Comfort food for the First Day Of School. I could use it.
Hey, at least I'm doing better than my sister. She actually had school today. And work. And salmonella.
*I love how every few years they come out with a study saying that according to Science, it is counterproductive to send your kids to school at fuck o'clock. (Or, as my body has insisted for all of my life, "a couple hours past bedtime.") And all the bleary-eyed teachers and their almost-dead students look at the scientists and say, "You needed SCIENCE for that?"
**Okay, I actually struggle to care about poetry at any time of day, but the incredibly loathsome Dickinson or Cummings get their obnoxiousness multiplied exponentially at 7:45 a.m..
I celebrated by having a day as busy and demanding as the first day of school, to the point where it was almost a relief to have the Car Dudes call and inform me that I would have to continue driving this dopey little rental car around till tomorrow because the Grandma Car wasn't ready to be picked up yet. It meant I could just go the hell home.
Except then I have to make dinner on Mondays. But I'm tired as hell, so I am performing the family specialty recipe known as Dumping A Bunch Of Stuff In A Dutch Oven Until It Turns Into Chili. It's a great recipe. That junk they called "chili" on Alton Brown doesn't even come close.
Now I'm going to go
Hey, at least I'm doing better than my sister. She actually had school today. And work. And salmonella.
*I love how every few years they come out with a study saying that according to Science, it is counterproductive to send your kids to school at fuck o'clock. (Or, as my body has insisted for all of my life, "a couple hours past bedtime.") And all the bleary-eyed teachers and their almost-dead students look at the scientists and say, "You needed SCIENCE for that?"
**Okay, I actually struggle to care about poetry at any time of day, but the incredibly loathsome Dickinson or Cummings get their obnoxiousness multiplied exponentially at 7:45 a.m..
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Date: 2009-08-25 12:58 am (UTC)except they really don't.(Seriously, I don't like classes before 9 AM, and I'm a grown-up. At least my math brain is the first thing to wake up, so I might not be able to be coherent, but I can do calculus.)
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Date: 2009-08-25 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-25 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-25 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-25 08:31 am (UTC)...I'm going to have to work on the academics stuff when I hit classes again/if I hit classes again, or I'll wind up with a semester of nothing BUT stuff I dislike, alas.
Of course first I have to screw up my courage and get my old medical records for my wrists, and maybe see a doc about them again for testing, so that I can go to the disabilities office and let them know that I will need accommodation in order to get a BFA.
(Note to those unfamiliar with ceramic arts: If you have weak wrists, the Wheel Is Not Your Friend. Supposedly there's 'alternative' methods of throwing that are easier on the wrists, but so far every method I've tried is major OWOWOWOWOWFUCKTHATHUURTS after a few minutes. Which makes two required courses for a BFA locally being wheel-intensive ceramics a BIT problematic for me. Augh.)
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Date: 2009-08-25 01:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-25 03:46 pm (UTC)Is there enough alcohol in Utah for someone to get hung over?
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Date: 2009-08-25 04:11 pm (UTC)There's enough alcohol, but you'd have to drink a lot more beer in order to get the same reaction.
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Date: 2009-09-08 08:43 pm (UTC)