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6:45 Early Sunday Evening (3 May 2009)   Almost...Closer... One thing to hand in before my final grade is given and then this whole God-forsaken semester is behind me. Hip hip, HOORAY! Already received final grades for English and Soil Chem. They were quite satisfactory. I actually did work last week for the first time since who knows when. and turned in a time card. so i'll actually be getting paid for those nibley hours here and there that I worked but didn't bother filling out time cards for. So Friday I had a final paper, section of a final group project, and final presentation due in water quality and pollution. None of which I'd started before 9:30 on Thursday night...though mind you my group members didn't even meet about it until Thursday afternoon at 4:30. I was up til about 2:30 working on it but I feel like the final product was quite good. then friday after that presentation and handing in of papers and projects, I worked on revising the group final paper for environmental soil and water quality capstone course until 4:30 or so before i got it emailed to the prof. hahahahahahahaaa...... Mmmm. I feel so relieved that it's all over. I keep having dreams about Mickey. Yesterday my family went on a miniature vacation, just for one night, but it felt like a week and it was great. Had some adventures with Trax...we went to a train stop hoping to be in the free ride zone to get to downtown or something. a homeless guy at the stop was standing nearby, muttering obscenities under his breath and staring at us, spitting at us as we walked away (to my relief because the obscenities were sickening, but apparently because that stop wasn't within the free-ride zone). Dad got all in his face about it, demanding to know what his problem was, and succeeding at being very intimidating, as large and tall people tend to succeed at such tasks. It was interesting, the spitting man visibly shrank in fear and then accused either me or my sister of pissing on him last night. I know it's terrible to laugh at people with obvious mental instabilities, but the accusation is, now at least, pretty amusing. Anyway while it isn't fair that he is on the streets and unable to find a decent job because he's clearly deranged and all the while society has nothing to help him, it is still reasonable for me to feel frightened by him because crazy people who stare at you, muttering obscenities and spitting at you can not be trusted not to assault you. I was ready to call the police, to be honest, as angry and scared as I was. Also I was thinking about Oh well, no one got hurt. Then we got on a train at a later stop, within the free ride zone, that smelled like pee. two bad experiences in one day with the same public transport service. Brilliant. Caleb and I went to the planetarium...which left much to be desired. When I was little it was a lot cooler, it seems. now it's just an Imax theatre with some displays about mars and the moon. Oh well. We then meandered around the big outdoor mall which was pretty boring but what do you do? All the while I was texting my Wednesday who, conveniently, was ALSO downtown! she met up with us back at the hotel for drinks and popcorn, and came to dinner with us. It was a marvelous evening! I hope she had as much fun as I did. I have misssedd herrrrrr. :) the next day we drove to the tea grotto where i bought some assam tea and drank a pot of green tea at this fairly pretentious place...and enjoyed it heaps because i could at least pretend to know what i was talking about when it comes to the different varieties of tea. Then we went to see Wicked! It was amazing, far more interesting than I thought it would be. The music wasn't as catchy as Rent or Cats, but it actually moved the story along which is a bonus. And it actually had a very involving plot, which required a memory of the movie Wizard of Oz to fully appreciate. So that was really well done. It was marvelous. Then we came home and now i'm sleepy. what a week. and weekend. mmm mmm.
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I miss you too :( And if you're not completely disgusted by it, you should join Twitter, because that's my secret procrastination-without-that-much-guilt tool.

I thought of painting for this project, but it'll more likely be a website or something if it happens. We'll see. If classmates get scared, it could be just me on my own which scares me, to be honest. But essays are boring, so there.

Yay for crazy homeless person. Did me/Chris ever told you about this one night after a play where crazy homeless guy with the radio who followed us across the street when we decided to move away from him? It was scary. Amusing that your dad acted towards it though, and even more amusing imagining you or Chelsea pissing on a bum. Everyone knows that you can't do that without a shewee ;)

Chris is obsessed with Wicked, by the way. He's bought all of the books and has read most or all of them. Chris, READING! And it isn't book versions of Doctor Who episodes! Be proud of him.