This weekend was a great improvement from the terrible, etc. day last week. I did some house-/dog-sitting and had a grand time. I also went home and to a beautiful wedding, seeing many, many friends and family I hadn't seen in months or years. A wedding is the best way to end an icky week. It has also been raining/snowing/hailing for the last few days and will continue...I love days like that. I guess it's a must when you're born and raised in the Willamette Valley. The best part is when the sun breaks out of the clouds when it's still raining and the rain lights up...it's like Christmas.
I finished some homework, slept in, and have been feeding my knitting addiction with my fantasy yarn: elsbeth lavold silky wool. yummm. Alright, enough with the textiles. I'm also supposed to be having a dinner date with my aunties and my dearest cousin...so how could this week be as cruel as last week? And, to top it off, tonight is another Jane Austen story on Masterpiece Theatre. Oh, goody!
30 March 2008
27 March 2008
the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day
I will be relieved when tomorrow finally happens.
0900: Wake up from a deep slumber. Refreshing, you might say. I would too, if it hadn't been on a day when I was supposed to be at work at 0830. My boss said it's alright since there's nothing for me to do anyway. So, that wasn't terrible, but definitely a bad start to the day.
1500: I plan on walking to school only to look outside and see nothing but threatening grey clouds, plotting against me, just waiting until I get halfway between home and school to start their torrential rains. So, I decide to drive and, of course, the entire ride is sunny, not a drop of rain the whole rest of the day (so far).
1530: Going to a wedding this weekend and planning on taking the train or bus since I detest driving the I-5 corridor...a straight, flat drive with nothing but stinky Albany (truly a stinky city...with industrial buildings gushing fumes into the air so everything smells of old gym room with a hint of musty basement) and the occasional lovely field of sheep or other livestock. Anyway, no trains or bus leaves in the morning and none return that night, so I'm done planning a train ride with the four hours of extra time traveling to do homework. All the while, I am getting progressively more agitated and can feel my blood pressure rise and I begin glaring at innocent passers-by. Saturday, I'll be driving for four hours, all to go to a wedding. This better be one heck of a ceremony.
1730: After being in class and learning ALL about the brain and diseases that can affect it (not exactly a cheery, uplifting type of subject), I get a paper back I wrote last week and felt pretty good about. I got a 62%. Another punch in the gut. Thanks, God. I can tell you're there and testing me, but is this necessary? This is just cruel.
1800: Driving, driving, driving to the pharmacy. More sour faces in this store. Everyone, including myself, just wants to go home and would rather not be dealing with disgruntled employees before dinner. It's a great way to ruin your appetite, though. I get TWO prescriptions that total $320.00. My health insurance "flat-out refused to pay" for one of the medicines, so says the seemingly bored teller behind the counter. So, instead of getting that useful medication, I decide to leave it behind and only get the other necessary one. I am now fuming mad. I'm surprised I didn't explode at said teller for the newest addition to my ever-growing list of unfortunate events. I get in my car, am ready to leave this stupid parking lot, and just start the car in reverse when a crazed little girl runs behind my car. Close to hitting her. Parents not doing their job and seemed not to notice their daughter's brush with death...then again, neither did she. I then drive home with very little tolerance of future mishaps which may occur before bedtime.
So, there you have it. Today wasn't very good. It was actually one of the worst I've had.
I am, however, knitting a lovely sweater and it's coming along quite well. About 40% done already. And I have chocolate at home that is beckoning to me...so all is not lost.
0900: Wake up from a deep slumber. Refreshing, you might say. I would too, if it hadn't been on a day when I was supposed to be at work at 0830. My boss said it's alright since there's nothing for me to do anyway. So, that wasn't terrible, but definitely a bad start to the day.
1500: I plan on walking to school only to look outside and see nothing but threatening grey clouds, plotting against me, just waiting until I get halfway between home and school to start their torrential rains. So, I decide to drive and, of course, the entire ride is sunny, not a drop of rain the whole rest of the day (so far).
1530: Going to a wedding this weekend and planning on taking the train or bus since I detest driving the I-5 corridor...a straight, flat drive with nothing but stinky Albany (truly a stinky city...with industrial buildings gushing fumes into the air so everything smells of old gym room with a hint of musty basement) and the occasional lovely field of sheep or other livestock. Anyway, no trains or bus leaves in the morning and none return that night, so I'm done planning a train ride with the four hours of extra time traveling to do homework. All the while, I am getting progressively more agitated and can feel my blood pressure rise and I begin glaring at innocent passers-by. Saturday, I'll be driving for four hours, all to go to a wedding. This better be one heck of a ceremony.
1730: After being in class and learning ALL about the brain and diseases that can affect it (not exactly a cheery, uplifting type of subject), I get a paper back I wrote last week and felt pretty good about. I got a 62%. Another punch in the gut. Thanks, God. I can tell you're there and testing me, but is this necessary? This is just cruel.
1800: Driving, driving, driving to the pharmacy. More sour faces in this store. Everyone, including myself, just wants to go home and would rather not be dealing with disgruntled employees before dinner. It's a great way to ruin your appetite, though. I get TWO prescriptions that total $320.00. My health insurance "flat-out refused to pay" for one of the medicines, so says the seemingly bored teller behind the counter. So, instead of getting that useful medication, I decide to leave it behind and only get the other necessary one. I am now fuming mad. I'm surprised I didn't explode at said teller for the newest addition to my ever-growing list of unfortunate events. I get in my car, am ready to leave this stupid parking lot, and just start the car in reverse when a crazed little girl runs behind my car. Close to hitting her. Parents not doing their job and seemed not to notice their daughter's brush with death...then again, neither did she. I then drive home with very little tolerance of future mishaps which may occur before bedtime.
So, there you have it. Today wasn't very good. It was actually one of the worst I've had.
I am, however, knitting a lovely sweater and it's coming along quite well. About 40% done already. And I have chocolate at home that is beckoning to me...so all is not lost.
23 March 2008
and so it begins...
So, this is how it all starts. I get bored one day and, the next thing you know, there's a baby blog.
This weekend is the first after Spring Break and we have four days off due to Holy Week. I decided to use this time wisely. Yesterday I woke up earlier than any sane mammal ever should and hopped in a bus with a friend and 100 of my new best friends to trek up to Vancouver, Canada. All to yell and scream at the Chinese Embassy to free Tibet. After four hours on the bus, we stopped at the border to check passports and ID cards and, after a two hour wait, all 110 of us, Tibetans mostly, boarded the new bus and got to the Embassy a few hours late, but with more enthusiasm than most.
Being around 300-400 people fighting for their country was probably the most powerful I have ever felt. This protest was invigorating and spectacular. The people were awe-inspiring. I encourage everyone to attend a Free Tibet protest; just by being there, you are making a huge statement in support of their cause.
This weekend is the first after Spring Break and we have four days off due to Holy Week. I decided to use this time wisely. Yesterday I woke up earlier than any sane mammal ever should and hopped in a bus with a friend and 100 of my new best friends to trek up to Vancouver, Canada. All to yell and scream at the Chinese Embassy to free Tibet. After four hours on the bus, we stopped at the border to check passports and ID cards and, after a two hour wait, all 110 of us, Tibetans mostly, boarded the new bus and got to the Embassy a few hours late, but with more enthusiasm than most.
Being around 300-400 people fighting for their country was probably the most powerful I have ever felt. This protest was invigorating and spectacular. The people were awe-inspiring. I encourage everyone to attend a Free Tibet protest; just by being there, you are making a huge statement in support of their cause.
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