wellownedbkup: (lost)
i'm tired, but not nearly enough to go to sleep. dammit. so that means you get my better late than never "what i did for my summer vacation" post. you know, the one i've been promising for the better half of two weeks. ugh. such a procrastinator is i.

so. IT WAS KILLER. THE END.

hahah.

no, but seriously. what i did on my summer vacation was awesome. )

then i came home, found out why i was broke, and then saw that i would be broke for yet another month before i finally got a paycheck.

but it was worth that and my frankenmonster shoes to get to see places i've never been to before. i've never seen love or beauty like i saw there. the friends said that even though they knew we couldn't understand what was going on, they were happy because they finally got to see that we are an international group. that no matter where you go, the love's the same. i heard about two sisters who didn't speak each others' languages talking through scriptures. something about how i always thank god for you in my prayers. you know, even though they'd never met, the love was there. it definitely made me even more sure that louisville is stagnant and i need to get out of here to do more.

i also can't wait to do it again!! this time i shall save before i ever apply so that when the letter comes to say "thanks, you're invited to go", i'll be ready and be able to pay whatever bills i have, plus have fun money left over when i get back. holler.

all my pics are on facebook. links were in the last post. some commentary next to them there. not lots cause i can't remember anything at all. ever.
wellownedbkup: (see no evil)
i'm awake at yet another random hour to bring you: morgue, on one hour of sleep.


at least i figured out why i need the extra sleep last week and this week, outside of a passing thought of narcolepsy. still need to schedule a test for that, just in case. i'm not sure it's normal to not be able to sleep, then sleep for a full night, and still need a nap between 4 pm and 10 pm. honestly, i'd rather sleep than eat at the moment, and you'd think my parents would consider that a blessing in disguise, but no.

speaking of blessings, though. i got my confirmation pack back about my poland trip. GOT THE TOUR PACK I WANTED. so i'll be in paris for a few days in july, then a drive from berlin into poland and then a few days there before back home. all in all, 11 days. which, you know, not a lot of time. will probably take a coupla unisom or something to put me out on the flight, as i usually wouldn't, but have all my evenings free to wander paris and want the heck out of that, ok? i refuse to waste what precious time i have being jet-lagged.

lacey keeps asking me to lunch. we haven't been "friends" like this since her freshman year of uofl. it's a little... i know i'm being used because she doesn't have anyone to hang with. again. and i'm one of those comfortable types (hey, i know you. we share common history and interests, so we can chat. but we aren't buddies.) that people return to. and maybe that's the definition of a friend, you know? but skepticism and having already been kicked to the curb by her before leaves a bitter taste. not to mention i can't keep skipping class or work to eat $10 lunches with her simply because she's got nothing better to do.

i need to be up in 2 hours to get ready for work.

my poetry class wants us to write about 10 pages of poetry over the next month, including a range of lengths. so we have to write at least one one-liner, one haiku/tanka/haibun, and one poem that spans at least 4 pages. which is daunting. those three are possibly the hardest stylistically, especially for me. the first requires an entire image boiled down to the important bit. the second has a limit on syllables, which also requires a great deal of thought. the last means that, among other things, i have to come up with something that will hold your attention for more than a page.

this is possibly the worst assignment, even outside of his papers. i've decided to take sanpit (my unnamed slave assassin story) and turn it into an epic poem, with movements that will maybe reflect the other styles we should show(? like a monostiche as a movement, a tanka, etc). it's part space opera, part Odyssey, part word vomit. writers spend years hashing out the perfect long poem, and we get a month. the disconnect there is staggering, wouldn't you agree?

i'll say that the high point of this is that i found out the singular form of galoshes *is* galosh. which makes me giggle every time i think about it.
wellownedbkup: (travel)
preface: this is a religious trip. and will thus be centered on that.

non-negotiable:
july 16-19, poland for international convention of jehovah's witnesses.
deposit due by february 2, full cost due march 23rd.

surrounding trip choices:
[a]: poland only. 1 week, travel to warsaw. 2500 dollars.
[b]: france and poland. 12 days, bastille day free in paris, trip to monet's house. 3100 dollars.
[c]: denmark, sweden, germany, russia, estonia, poland. 18 day cruise, with stops in copenhagen, stockholm, visby, kiel, st. petersburg, talinn. 6000 dollars.

dilemma:
i can easily get the money for the first trip. i want france like burning, and this'll probably be my only trip; i could maybe swing an independent learning credit out of it. but you can't pass up a 6 country tour... even if i'll have to sell blood, organs, all my worldly possessions and then some to do it.

I'M SO CONFLICTED. on the one hand, money woes. on the other hand, BASTILLE DAY. FRANCE. PARIS ALL FOR ME. on the other, other hand, whirlwind tour of europe via cruise. i've never been on a cruise, but i really, really wanna. *wants* and those are just the three options i settled on. there's 15 options. i could go to the czech republic, or london. italy or germany. see more of poland. see germany-poland-france. austria. CONFLICTED. why oh why can't i have money??? i want them all. ALL.


and i hate to do it, but i'm agreeing with celestine now as she's going to austria in august for the same purpose as why i'm in poland... and she keeps saying that she doesn't know when she'll be in europe again. !!! she's going to turkey for her extend-o-stay. when will i ever get the baltic sea cruise again? on the other hand, when will i see france again (not bloody likely, lemme tell ya)??? i'll always have england, so i'm not worried about that. but... but... DUDE.
wellownedbkup: (cleverbad)
school is killing me. i will stop talking about it shortly.

this is just a note to say i'm an idiot. ;) 4 300-levels next semester (more poetry, more french, black psychology, and linguistics), which can only mean i'm gonna have a rough semester. over-ambitious, i'm sure.


i researched two separate things yesterday: living in san francisco, and how to get certified as an interpreter. what i learned was i'll have to make a helluva lot more money to live out there. and that i have to finish college, then have two years of work as an interpreter before i can join some certification associations.

on a brighter note, though, me and my cousin are gonna open a joint checking account so that we can save up for our move in 2010, or our next vacation. we found an international bank that has low fees (as we won't be direct depositing checks so much as automatic transfers of X amount to the account) and banks in 75 countries.

that being said, i'm not terribly fond of her as a traveling partner, but i will say that she's pretty reliable. i need someone with me that makes me feel a little better about myself (which she does, cause even though i'm anti-social, she's worse) and that's enough like me to stop me from getting homesick.


i need to move, though. i keep running through my mind and there's nothing like coming to the realization that everyone else's house is more like home than home. i always feel more relaxed when i'm somewhere other than my house. must mean i need to get away. maybe if i get called up for air traffic control or something... craigslist has jobs up in frisco. maybe i just need to get there and get a job.
wellownedbkup: (Default)
alright. registered for classes! yay!!

that being said. um. SCHOOL. i love love love two year plans.

Fall 08 (current)
SOC 202 Social Problems C+
ENGL 305 Poetry Workshop A
PHYS 107/108 Astronomy and Lab Lab= A Class= B-
FREN 323 Business French C+
Credits: 13

Spring 09 (registered)
FREN 332 France Today B-
ENGL 372 Epigrams & Epics, Fragments & Book-Lengths: Poetry at the Extreme B+
LING 325 Intro to Linguistics
PAS 301 Mental Health in Black America
Credits: 12

Summer 09 (Plan B in Parenthesis)
TA 207 Enjoyment of Theatre
FREN 551 Montpellier Work Exchange {insert other 500 level here, as Poland takes precedence}
HUM 325 Survey of Modern Film and Culture***
Credits: 9

Fall 09 (Plan B in Parenthesis)
ENGL 305 Short Fiction Workshop (HUM 327 Minorities and Movies)
FREN 331 French Civ
FREN 455 Reading in French
HUM 591 Perspectives on Ancient Culture** (FREN 523 Advance Communication Skills)*
Credits: 12

Spring 10 (Plan B in Parenthesis)
FREN 590 Senior Capstone
FREN 524 Theory and Practice of Translation
HUM 326 Studies in Film and Culture (HUM 305 American Culture)
FREN 523 Advance Communication Skills (HUM 591 Perspectives on Ancient Culture**)
Credits: 12 (12)

Total: 122, enough to graduate. YEAH.

Notes:
* i've yet to find out whether my going to Montpellier (which, according to dude over the program, is pretty much in the bag for me) will count as 1, 2 or 3 classes. because, hey, it'll be 552. but the website about the program says it could count for 523 and 524 (instead?). so. either i'll take it as my 500 level elective, and take 523 and 524 later on, or take it as 523/524 and take my elective later on. either way, i've got it made. so the study abroad is 551 and/or 552. i'll still have to take 523 and 524 separately.
** instead of 591, i can take anything between that and 596, all of which discuss cultural perspectives along the stream of time into the future. modern may be best, after all.




all this is really just for my own benefit. to show me that my schedule is MANAGEABLE for the next... well, year and a half.

and thankfully, my french professor this semester? is my professor next semester, and one of the heads over study abroad. so. AWESOME. hopefully i'll get money from the study abroad people, from the modern language fund and be accepted so i can have a month in montpellier, sunning by the mediterranean and working in a french business. SO FREAKING AWESOME. THIS ALMOST BEATS JENSEN-IN-A-KILT *AND* JENSEN-AS-CLEAN!PRIESTLY. ALMOST.

this would mean the fucking world to me, y'all.
wellownedbkup: (noir)
god save me from myself and well-meaning english boys.


ok, so i've picked up with this really decent guy i've talked to for... uh... a time? but only met in person once. (oh jeez, i'm in a fucking internet relationship.) and only briefly at that, in that i rode in the same car as him, but we didn't really, ya know, chat.

at any rate. his cousin's a rat bastard that i happened to like for a while. miami. yeah. him. and he's friends with my juanboy, who keeps fucking avoiding me online. *keyboard smash of disapproval*

so. i've kinda picked up with him. and he's really nice. like my age or thereabouts. he's pretty skilled (a carpenter, which takes actual talent, buddy). and we talk. small talk, but we talk. for long periods of time which kills me. but i worry. because he's on the rebound. he's like fresh out of a long-term relationship and I DON'T WANNA BE THAT GIRL. but, like, he's asking me if i'm seeing anyone. and if i like where i live. and like.. i dunno. dude. this is .... and i say bye like i do to *everyone* (night, darling. because pet names get me out of using real names get me some pseudo affection get me talking to everyone on the same fucking level no matter the sex). and he says "night. take care. xx."

xx. like, kisses. like... seriously? and basing that on my england experience period, that's like... wayyyy left field. like juanboy affectionate (a hug at two weeks. taking care of me for a weekend. "love ya, sis" which means everything and nothing). so is that like his goodbye to girls, period? or is that his... goodbye? or...


i could tear my hair out right now. because i haven't done anything but be myself. and this is still confusing the hell outta me. because... ok. so asking me about my home life and my dating life and telling me your personal life and talking to me for two hours? shouldn't that mean something? or am i reading too much into this again?

so here's my problem )

nothing i know can prepare me for knowing if this is a first move from the new boy. if september was a move from my juanboy. i've been told i'm too fat to be loved like... oh. i just dunno. i may possibly be what the new boy wants. i may possibly be dating my juanboy. but i'm so ill-prepared for the dating scene...



i don't know what i'm gonna do. whether i'll reciprocate with the new boy. whether that would be unfaithful to my juanboy. or if i'm just taking it all way too seriously. maybe the boys are just being friendly. maybe i'm just their opening to what hot americans they can catch (maybe not the new boy so much, as he's been to NY once, and florida 5 times... thank god for a traveling type...), or i'm the girl they can hang with and have no worries. a way to rebel against their parents (because america's a den of iniquity and sin and sodom and gomorrah just moved here instead of getting destroyed) by hanging with an american girl.....

i don't know what i'm gonna do. i fail utterly at the game. at recognizing the difference between moves and friendly overtures. because if i really am picking up with the new boy, i'm gonna become THAT GIRL, that rebound girl, that desperate loser who the guy settles for.


jesus fuck, it's too early in the morning to be having a crisis of relationships.
wellownedbkup: (Default)
swiped from angelchildr )
wellownedbkup: (Default)
i think now's as good a time as any to get my month in order (that is, the end of this month and all of september).

so. here's where i cut to a different scene. )
wellownedbkup: (Default)
so, did i mention rizado waved at me yesterday? i'm sitting at lunch with lacey and he walks by, fiddling with some headphones.... so we're still chattingh and when i look again, he's turned and waving. i wave back and bye bye rizado, he walks out of the building.

now, normally, i wouldn't bother mentioning it, but i felt this one deserved it. cause i haven't talked to him for a year. so i miss having classes with him and pomme. they were funny. ALL THE TIME. even if pomme was all annoying questions and all that.... and rizado was the quiet drummer (no one suspects the drummer) who gave smiles and liked good music.

cause... yeah. they're fun.




alas, i'm sick. and tired. sick and tired and coughing and lonely. i'm still waiting to hear from john (jc's no longer mine. apparently he's taken...) and miami (which, even if he isn't mine, ami means friend so he is mi ami[go])... both of which are supposed to be writing me a letter or at least an email.

and i miss my sister-a-country-removed. she's too busy all the time.

all being said, i'm still going to virginia beach this summer. we're in Palacious, which is on the bay/canal end. a block or so from the beach. yay! and it's so pretty! i'll be swimming and fishing and swimming and lounging... screw hanging with family. there's all kinds of stuff too... pool, billiards, foosball, air hockey, and three floors...

i can't wait.

and now... to go back to england for a week or two...
wellownedbkup: (frenchxcore)
well...

today has been eventful. and i've only been up 45 minutes.

i texted dani. she's on 2 hour delay at school. she should so take over and give us a city wide snowball fight.

and then i get a text from my international man of renown (ladies' man, man's man, man about the town) fred. apparently he's already gotten in touch with his french contacts and is looking into finding a friendly JW family i can hang around ifandwhen i should get to go to montpellier next year. that. rawks. and he tells me about some restaurant i should go to and i'm all like... *squee* you're my hero. talk about your fast acting. alas, he calls me up and wants to chitchat in french and i'm all like... *sleep* wha? he goes... "are you asleep?" me-"uhhh... sorta." him-"oh. well, have a good day. i'm going to school."

now, the only reason i'll despise him at the moment is he's also on 2 hour delay, but he gets out at 10:30. so that means... he has a massive 45 minutes in school.

wow.

and now, i'm off to get dressed. it's snowed here and i'm all whee about it. i get to wear my boots! and throw snowballs! and freeze in the 17 degree windchill!
wellownedbkup: (mad here)
I GOT A LETTER FROM MY JOHN!

boy. does that sound wrong. but i'm labeling him as mine. so my john (my jc, my english!John) wrote me a letter back! how great is that?!? i write him, he writes me...

my gramma read it and said he's just as geeky as me. we're both like comic books and movies and babbling about all kinds of stuff. and i found out he cried when i left and that makes me feel all speshuwul and stuff.

of course it's written like this:

"Since U left......soz jus had to get my diary, U left, Aug 5, we went to the Cinema to see Charlie dint we? that was cool!!!! Everyone reckons I cried wen U left but I swear it was the damn fries!!!! It was emotional tho. Miss U to."

and it goes on like that most of the letter. leave it to me to be friends with someone who doesn't spell well. or goes on in english shorthanded teenspeak.

hahahah... i'm so anal about stuff. i need to get over it.

sadly, miami (my andy) hasn't written me back. blast. that blows so badly.

but thanks to this latest from jc, i'm now being put on the marriage market... according to my gramma. he's only... 4 months younger than me (physically) and 3 years older than me (mentally due to school). and i'm 20 going on 50 going on 5. yay for me.
wellownedbkup: (Default)
saturday will be down at transy to see emilyanne and catherine. alas, will be driving back that night, so no chance of being out with catherine... or ariel, sadly.

guess i'll have to settle for possibly seeing them both at emilyanne's performance.
wellownedbkup: (gone away today)
*gigglesnickers*

hello sportsfans!!!!!!!!!!!!! greetings from across the pond!

uhm... i'm seeing my lj for the first time in 2 months!!!! i was in withdrawl!!!!! still am. see the overuse of !!!!!!?

well. what's new? i'll be back in three weeks. so maybe that monday (8/8) we could do something. or... later that week or something. i dunno. i'll try to call people when i get back.

i've been busy and i wrote most of you seneca cats a postcard. mostly. you know. anyway. made friends, including a blonde named andy that looks like bobby deignan. he wants to come visit next summer. who knows? if i find you guys addys, you'll get a postcard soon. promise.

as for all the rest, my home computer died while i was away. stupid machine. guess i'll have to start all over.

see you cats when i see you.

ps: happy belated to Catherine and Faigler. sorry i missed it.

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