Monday, October 3, 2005 Comments (2)
Feeling Funky
And no, not in the "won't you take me to Funkytown" way. I am just anxious, depressed, aching, and a little excited all at once. It's an odd combination, but I'm used to riding this emotional rollercoaster.
I am enjoying school. I enjoy most of my classes. I hate World Literature 2. My teacher is nice, but very monotone, and not exciting. Let's be real here, though - how can one make Wordsworth exciting? I'm not a big fan of literature anyway, especially poems and what-not. Spanish is fun and great, Social Work History is interesting (although I already know a lot about it, but that's a good thing), and Cinema is kicking my butt. Yes, Cinema. It's the toughest class I have and I hope that I will at least come out ahead after it's all done with.
Ahh, Cinema. My teacher is great, but his assignments are suprisingly difficult. I've never had confidence in my writing abilities (basically, I suck), so the poor opinion of myself only makes the class just that much harder. On the flip side, it's great to get college credit for watching good movies (and he does pick excellent movies).
The fiance will be gone for three long weeks starting next Friday, and I know I'll be bored out of my skull. I have tons of work to do, so I know that should keep me busy, but since I am a procrastinator, half of the stuff on my to-do list won't get done. I have prepared myself for that. If I can just survive until he gets home, then we can start working on getting pre-approved for a loan for a house - which is definitely exciting! My grandma is also coming to visit while he's away, so at least she'll keep me company.
The jury is still out on this roommate situation. We really want to be able to have roommates, even after we purchase our house. The plan is, the roomies esentially pay our house payments, while we amass great wealth for our wedding. Good plan, if I don't wind up slitting my roommate's throat first (that's a joke, by the way, if any cops are reading).
I think I would be satisified with a roommate that is actually sane, so maybe the problem isn't really me. Or maybe I just expect too much out of people - I like people to wash their own dishes. Some background: I don't use dishes here (even though they're my dishes); I use paper plates, foil casserole pans, plastic spoons, etc. and eat out a ton (bad, I know). My roommate still decides to gripe at me that I should share the responsibility (as if I'm responsible for his dirty dishes?) of cleaning his dirty dishes that he's let pile up for two weeks. Incidentally, he hasn't paid the rent since August 1st. So - recap: I like roommates that wash their own dishes in a timely manner and I like roommates that pay rent on time. Too much to ask in this den of iniquity? Perhaps.
I'm becoming a crazy cat lady. I really love my two little fuzzballs, and am quite proud of them when they do something cute or prove how smart they are becoming. Here's a good photo of Harley, I took last week:
Harley says, "Bathing is good!"
And, I'm off like a prom dress! Goodnight.
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Do you have a list of the movies that your professor picked out? I'd be interested in it if it would not be too hard to come up with.
Sure. I'll send them to you via e-mail.
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