consistency

I have none. That said, I shall now expound further concerning my life, in order to satiate your, well, insatiable desire to hear about it. And yes, I'm aware I'm full of crap. That's why I don't smoke...I'm so full of crap that if I did, the resulting explosion would make a crater big enough for an Olympic-sized swimming pool. No wonder the military is trying to get me to enlist.

But seriously, folks...I have plenty of work to be doing, but I'm not doing it. Oh, I always plan to get things accomplished, but I always get distracted. I've wondered for a long time if a bit of Ritalin wouldn't help things. But let's not focus on my many deficiencies.

Now that I've gotten "To Zanarkand" down pretty good (on the piano, of course), I'm going to try to learn "Via Purifico". Seems like a more difficult song, but it's not as long. The Atlanta convention is coming up soon, and I still need to get that other song recorded. Not to mention my volunteer hours need to be done, then there are the remaining papers and the presentation on Herman Melville...okay, I'm back to the subject of my character deficiencies, and I guess it won't go away until I confront them. So...here's my list:

Nov. 6: Powerpoint on Herman Melville and "Bartleby the Scrivener"
Nov. 13: American Lit research paper due
Nov. 16: Developmental research paper due
Nov. 14: Theories research paper due

Those papers are 5-page papers, not that bad. I've already done research on Am. Lit. and Theories. And here comes the procrastinator's motto: I'll get started tomorrow!!

Other news...Megan asked an unfair question of me the other night. She asked me that if I suddenly became a quadriplegic, had to spend the rest of my life in a nursing home, and I could only have one person visit me for the rest of my life, who would it be? How many of you know what answer she was looking for? Probably all of you. Now, how many of you know what my answer was? Probably none of you. Anyways, I refused to answer the question. I told her that I refuse to be made to pick between the people that I care about. She was upset, but eventually realized that she shouldn't have asked me that question, that it was inappropriate.

Other things...I'm trying to organize some friends to go to the Jars of Clay concert in Fayetteville. We'll see how that goes. I'm going to buy a new poster for my room, but I can't decide which one. Should it be Airplane, Spaceballs, or Office Space? Well, I think Office Space is out...the poster is too big for where I want to put it. The other two are really small posters...11x17, but they're $20 a piece...the Office Space one is only $9. I'd need both the former posters to fill up the space that I want. Why can't they make more horizontal posters? Well, not to worry...I went on eBay and found the small posters for cheaper...half the price, in fact. But, I do want to go back to my room and make sure they'll fit before I buy them.

Oi, twenty minutes left...what to do...

what's wrong with me

I seem to be falling behind on my posts again. The situation with Megan is working out well. I see her on Sunday evenings, walk her to her first class monday, wednesday, and friday, and have lunch with her on thursday. SO, what else has been happening?

Well, I took Megan to dinner for her birthday, we went to Miyabi, came back to my room, changed out of our nice clothes. Then I gave her her birthday presents: the CD that I made, and a copy of my journal. Then we hung out for the rest of the evening. This past Thursday, she managed to injure her left foot (she broke her right foot just before coming to Campbell). Thankfully, it was just a sprain, but I was in Fayetteville when she called me to see if I could take her to get it X-rayed. I couldn't make it back in time (she had to get it done and be back for her 6pm CNA class), so I called Faith and asked her if she would do it. She agreed, then I came back to campus and waited for them to get back. I took Megan to her CNA class that night and sat in my car reading my new Pearls Before Swine book. She called me when she was done, and she couldn't make it down the stairs with her crutches, so a police officer who was taking the class gave her a piggyback ride all the way to my car.

I went home with her this past weekend. We went to her high school homecoming, and after a couple of hours, she was exhausted because she's not used to hobbling around on crutches. So, we spent all of Saturday at her house watching movies and stuff. Amanda came by with her new boyfriend, Sparky, whom no one likes (btw, I just found out this morning that they broke up because he's being arrested for sexual assault against his ex-wife). Sunday was church, came back to school, etc.

That's the important stuff. I've got so much crap to do this semester, and it's all because of the American Lit. class I'm taking. It contributes nothing of value to my education, nor betters me as an individual, so why should I have to take it? To aggravate my problems, it seems that the professor is not aware that we have other classes, so she feels compelled to pile on assignments every day. I'm really behind, but I'll try to catch up this week.

I'm pretty nervous about the convention. I'm going to try to record "Hymn" to replace "Flood" on the CD, and then I have to record the accompaniment CD. I'll probably sing "The Scientist" at the convention.

Ugh...I'm tired. Wish I could take a nap. Haneman is, well, obsessed, and I guess she expects us to be the same way. Do you want to see what one day's homework is like from that class?

1. Read Winthrop’s account of Roger Williams and Anne Hutchinson: 160-164
Write a short response – ½ page to the plight of one of these early Puritan outcasts
2. Read introductory material: 357-367 [1700-1820]
3. Read re/ Jonathan Edwards: 384-386/
4. Read Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God 425-509
List the images he uses to characterize God’s wrath
List the language he uses to indicate the depravity of man and his precarious position
What is Edwards’ thesis?
5. Read Hawthorne’s Young Goodman Brown 1289-1298
List the elements of the wilderness Hawthorne develops
Make a list of binary opposites [at least 10 pairs] [eg. dawn/ dusk]
Select one pair of binaries and write a 1 page meditation on a theme in the story.


Keep in mind that that is just ONE day's assignment. We get two of these a week. It's absolutely ridiculous. The only thing I learn from literature classes is how NOT to write and what NOT to read. I hope that I don't have to take her for American Lit. II. As long as I get a C in this class, I'll be happy. Stupid crackhead English teachers. Mike better not be that way if he becomes one.