hmm. Bed… I believe I failed on that one this night. Sigh. hopefully my brain won’t be too addled for today’s exam.
Please do e-mail me! I love e-mail. Since DRY bailed on me…
I am next home for thanksgiving. And then Christmas after that. Thanksgiving is going to be eat and run, so perhaps December?
Gah. brain fuzz. Need sleep. Never play video games with Joel again.
I know I just posted, but I want to address Grand Ledge and I. I’m sure it can be a nice place. I’m sure nice people do live there. My life was hell there. Children should never hate their lives so much they want to end them. Never. Not hate themselves, but accept that where they are is so bad it could just be better to get out. “If this is how life is going to be, I can’t take it. I refuse to.”
The schools sucked. Very sexist, very dumb. In a world of pre-cheerleaders and pre-quaterbacks the towhead with the trig book is not cool. No gifted program. OM? popularity contest. Direct quote from my sixth grade math teacher after discovering I wrote poetry. “Oh, I understand that you’ll never be good at math. Its okay. People just have certain talents.” It was just bad. Neverendingly bad.
Makes me feel loved just knowing I moved out.
I’m not feeling that unloved today. Just run of the mill not enough social interaction/affection unloved. Sort of sappy and reminsceant. (sorry about spelling. its 4am. and I don’t care enough to bother.) It’ll get better to the other extreme after tonight. (I’ll go to dinner with a friend of mine and hopefully end up at a house full of friends.)
I’m also feeling tired and rambly. Someone shove me into bed and put me out of my misery… sigh. I have to do all the work. Good night.
Re the quilt: didn’t I tell you that I’d value it and think it’s special because it was something YOU made, and I didn’t care about it’s relative quality so much as the fact that you made it for me?
As to meeting people, you know, I don’t think you’ve ever said you wanted to meet me. Despite the fact that you’re in my sig, as has been pointed out, I’m not in yours. Or anyone else’s.
Hmpf. Well, today, at least, TroubleAgain is my favorite poster.
DRY, stop whining. I believe that IIIIII said you were one of the people I most wanted to meet. I’m a Shakespeare nut too, just finished Robert Nye’s “The Late Mr. Shakespeare.” Your knowledge of Shakespeare and general wit is as attractive as hell. So stop whining, before I ask UncleBeer to dig up the thread and edit you out of my list.
In fact, DRY, you were freakin’ the first person on my little stupid popularity contest list that I am now ashamed of making. Go check, I’m on the first page.
My list has changed drastically since then - I run across new and cool people every single day and want to meet all of them.
Consider yourself warned, though. One more show of self-pity…
December’s good, as I’ll probably have some vacation time to use or lose. (Technically we can carry over 5 days max into the following year, but fortunately my boss is nice about the whole deal.) I’ve used 8 days out of 20 so far.
I wouldn’t feel too bad about high school; no doubt it wasn’t much of a party for most of us shy people posting in this thread. I’ve come to the conclusion that adolescence was just as awkward for the popular people, and much of the sexism was likely unintentional–I don’t think most teachers who grew up in the 1950’s or earlier had any idea how they were acting out the old patterns. I do remember one English teacher who was blatantly sexist in jest, but coming from a position of authority, it seemed extraordinarily bad judgment to me.
Umm… Umm… I’m tongue tied again. Read the e-mail, check out the links, and you’ll understand.
DRY, you whining idiot. You are in CALI! How am I supposed to get to Cali? I did say that if I ever managed to get to Cali I would love to meet you. (so there.)
mrblue. You have more vacation days saved up than my mom. Take some time off. Do fun stuff. (You are such a sweetie…)
Sorry I’m grumpy this morning but I have to go take an exam. After that I get to paint, but the exam is the rough part.
Guys, don’t get too mad at DRY, this was kind of a pity thread (though not too serious on my part). But DRY, it is hard to believe you can’t see how much all these women like you. Heck, I’m happy with just Medea’s Child showing all this interest in me, and you’ve got at least half a dozen ladies bedazzled. Now get off that bench and win one for the home team!
As for the vacation time, I’ve been thinking of doing some cross-country skiing with a friend up in Tawas, as I tried it for the first time last February and loved it. I just need to learn how to make decent turns and go downhill standing up. Sliding down a hill on your butt just isn’t quite as fun as what it could be… It may be fun for the people watching you, but, well, you know…
I had also saved up some time for the traditional family deer hunting trip, but we might end up cancelling this year. Generally I don’t do outdoorsy stuff alone, so I don’t know what else I’d do with the rest of the time; probably take the last week of the year off and spend it with my family. Then again, maybe I could try going solo and burn a couple weeks in Arizona, Utah, or Colorado… Or Pittsburgh…
What do you paint? Portraits? Still life? Houses?
See, DRY, listen to the blue guy here. (mrblue “win one for the home team” ? my mind hits overdrive, comes up with a meaning and ignores it out of good taste.)
It has been forever since I have skiied! I used to cross country ski every winter. Sigh. (You mean you aren’t supposed to go down hils on your butt? I thought that was the fun part!)
I’m painting pottery. I want to make a set of dishes for my family for Christmas. Each person with their own theme. (shh don’t tell them) We are possesive individuals around my house and really like having our own ‘traditional’ stuff.
Wait. I am supposed to be painting pottery. I am writing you back instead. (Why do I like people…my life would be so easy if I could just get rid of my friends…) grin
I was going to say “score a run for the home team” but caught myself. Didn’t think “win one” would have the same connotation, but maybe I was wrong.
No, I don’t think you’re supposed to ski on your butt, because people don’t usually laugh if you’re performing a sport correctly. But I have been wrong before.
That’s a great idea for a Christmas gift… Did you do the whole pottery wheel thing too, starting from scratch?
Oh, another e-mail… Round and round we go…
You two are soooooo cute.
Yea-ha! E-mails take longer, but I think I may be caught up. (tag you’re it!)
Well, see this is why one should cross country ski far away from people. I believe that was laways my purpose, go out and find the spot where I can hear is whoosh of skis on snow and my own bitching about wearing too many coats.
I have done a little potery, but I am not now. This is just one of those stores where you go paint stuff that is already made and they fire it for you. Art projects for abused students. I believe I have given up on it for today though. I think I’ll do laundry and clean my hovel. And I might take a nap.
/hijak I thought I got one wrong on my Latin exam and I didn’t! YEA! Truth is verus,-a,-um. I wasn’t missing letters I just thought I was. Life can be so grand.
Well, it’s a good thing I don’t have any real work to do, because now I’ve these two gigantic e-mails to respond to. You’re not a part-time court stenographer, are you?
Nope, I just swap speed for accuracy. I type fast, but make a lot of mistakes. My e-mails thus turn out looking like you need the Rosetta stone to decode them, but they have a lot of material.
I like e-mail. Other than I think I just made a big, big mistake. I think I might have just deleted my entire Inbox. This is bad as I store addresses in that thing. And information I may need. Live and learn, I guess.
How’s work coming? grin
Work? I’m still at work?
Hey look at that, I am. But no actual “work” being done.
My bad. 
I promise I won’t always be this demanding of your time. Its Friday, I’m screwing off. Next week, when the rest of my midterms hit I may actually shut up for a change.
Work-that place where you get free e-mail and drink a lot of coffee.
Crud. Hotmail flounders again. It may actually take me a bit to get to your last e-mail. Sigh, the flow is just going to be lost…
Scotti smiles lovingly at her sweet young things.
Now, mrblue, see how everything works out in a positive way when you just relax and accept what the good God gives you?
Scotti
For any perverts viewing this interchange, I was talking about friendship.
FRIENDSHIP, got it?
laughs happily
Now if I could just get hotmail to work again…