When Time and Confusion Collide

Nightmares, pls don't be showing me things like that. I'm amazed I didn't wake up all wibbly and such, like I did /last/ time you showed me something that bad.

So seriously, please stop.

Aside from that, I have SO MUCH NEWS I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF.

-I finished my last two Nutrition Assignments. This means that aside from editing an English assignment when I get my teacher's notes back in the mail, I am now done with EVERYTHING highschool-related besides exams~~~~

-There are thieves running around the neighborhood. Everyone's kind of unnerved.

-I've finally got my neckbrace off. HECK YES.

-My sister-in-law, her husband, and her three kids left last night to move to a nearby country. The sudden influx of 'quiet' and 'stillness' will probably become old after I get past the novelty of it all, but oh well. For now we've got the house to ourselves again. :3

My niece looked at my almost-finished pamphlet's title. "That looks familiar," she said. I thought about it for a moment, and was then a little horrified to realize that I've probably used the same title at least once before.

Hmm. 8|

That's not half as funny as the fact that my cover's half-assed background is a pleasant suburban neighborhood/building/thing. With a lawn and a sidewalk. With our subject standing in the middle of a street, having nothing to do with any of it whatsoever.

For the record, our subject is some kid in a suit looking 'eager to meet his future career options,' or some similar blah-ery.

OH TEACHER, IF YOU ONLY REALLY KNEW JUST HOW LAZY YOUR STUDENT WAS. THEN THINGS WOULD PROBABLY NOT BE AS SMOOTH-RUNNING AS THEY ARE NOW.

*Gets back to work.*

Last night I finished Tales of Symphonia 2. It was awesome <3. Finishing it, I mean; the ending scenes weren't quite as epic as ToS1's ending had been, but then, ToS1's pretty hard to beat. Either way, it was very satisfying to finally FINISH the sucker, and now I can move on to other games.

Like replaying Jak. Which is always fun. How can anyone not like that series when it's such absolute gold?

Two exams have come in the mail, one of which I've already started studying for. I'm also finishing up my laaaast parts of that Nutrition lesson. Got everything typed up for the pamphlet, just need to write it up long-hand and illustrate it... Then I only have a handfull of minor assignments before I'm done and can send those last lessons in for grading. Crap, tomorrow's my send-lesson deadline. Good thing I've been working on this pretty consistently...

SOMEONE TOLD ME THAT THIS NECKBRACE MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A VICTORIAN-STYLE-REVIVALIST.

I AM NOT AMUSED. >8| *Adjusts ruff and poofy sleeves, getting back to work.*

Night before last I was trying to reach my water bottle on my bedside table without moving  from my comfortable position. I couldn't reach it. Stretch! My fingertips could touch it. Stretch! Just a little more! STREEE-krmb. ALKSJD. SHOULDER CRAMP ARGH KEYBOARD-MASH AGH.

The next morning I could still barely move my head from how cramped up my neck and shoulders were. I went to the doctor's office and came out having had X-rays, a shot, gotten a bunch of pills, and a neckbrace.

Yeah. I'm wearing a neckbrace. Because of bad muscle cramps in my shoulder.

IT LOOKS DRAMATIC. And a little snuggly. Except that having it on so constantly makes me itch like wearing a bracelet again after weeks of not doing so. Whyyyyyy.

In other news, my Nutrition teacher wants me to make another pamphlet. There are nine lessons to this course in total, and I'm on the last one. I've done a pamphlet for every. Single. Lesson. Before this.

WHY, TEACHER. YOU MAKE ME SAD.
 

So lately I've been having unpleasant nightmare-like things whenever I dream at all. It can be anything from getting stabbed, going certifiably insane, and seeing horrible things happen to little kittens.

This morning I had another nightmare. I dreamed someone hacked my email and deviantart account, and was replying to my comments and threads, and sending out emails to my Mom and other people. You know what I say to this?

ffffffffffffs.

OH NO PLEASE, PLEEEASE STOP ALL THE DOWNLOADING.


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Come on, self. Honestly.

PS: Now you can all laugh when I wind up actually downloading a virus that posts my email and password EVERYWHERE ON THE INTERNET. Just for irony's sake.

Today I got moving on some college issues--mainly what on earth I planned to have for a major, when I plan to graduate highschool, and what I plan to do over the summer before the Fall term.

The answer to the last thing had been to take Precalculus in a Summer course, but when I looked up the place I'd be going to today I found that they needed at least two prerequisites for that, and that led to some irritation and indecision over what kind of courses I'd be taking this summer /and/ Autum. I'm going to make a call in the morning, when I'm not starving after a morning, noon, and most-of-the-afternoon of fasting and growing closer to homocide with each minor frustration. XD;

I need to start sleeping through the early mornings, at least until my alarm goes off. I can't have gotten more than five hours of sleep a night, and even with brief naps here and there that can't be good for me. So, with that in mind, g'night, folks, pleasant dreams.

Peace Out.

For the past week or so I've been dealing with a mild form of depression, recognizeable by a growing obsession with schoolwork and the costant stressout phrase of 'I'm wasting /time/ by not finishing highschool yet!' That's the main reason why I haven't been posting or being very artistically active; art has lost its appeal because it's a 'frivolous endeavor', and anything I post when I'm angsty is extremely likely to have negative emotions I'd rather not have spreading around my network of friends.

One of the things I've done that has helped me get through it was to send in a few lessons two days in a row. Another, ironically, was to intentionally do something fun that wasn't schoolwork. I watched an episode of SG1, played some piano, made plans to play a new videogame in the evening... I wound up doing Nutrition homework instead, but the mere act of planning seemed to help. Wierd, huh?

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Tomorrow is the day that the Baha'i fast begins. It will last for nineteen days (ending just as everyone's starting to get used to it, it seems) and will consist of getting up before sunrise, eating, not eating and drinking during all daylight hours, and then eating after sundown. There are exceptions to it, in cases where fasting might affect a person's health (such as hard manual labor, menstruation, travelling for periods of time longer than nine hours), so I'll be qualified for at least one of those exceptions at one point or another. Even then I'll try to take part in the fast's spiritual aspect, though--after all, that's the point. I'm looking forward to the whole 'during the fast you suddenly have all the time in the world to get some work done' factor, truth be told.

Anyway, speaking of the fast and such, I need to have been in bed an hour ago. Waking up before the sun does means I get up at 5:30, which is at least two hours earlier than I'm used to. Guh. Wish me luck and hope I don't shrivel up on the first day, everyone!

I don't really know. My sister used to tease me that I'd be a turtle because of a very unfortunate passport picture I once had a while back, but the joke has kind of worn off and I have no ideas. I've been told I might be a lemur, but aren't they really sociable? I get along fine with people, but I don't think I'm clingy-attached to them. The very nature of life is change, and people come and go all the time, and the whole 'letting go' process is something I've gotten as used to as I ever will be.

So, how about a cat? A manigorda? Do any of you have any ideas of what I would be?

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My Dad wrote a lymerick after I found a rhyme fo the word 'computer' today. It goes like this:

My daughter was chased by a brute,
a guy with a gun that could shoot,

But the guy could not shoot her,
she used her computer,

and all that he got was reboot.

I once knew a girl who beleived in reincarnation. Two of her past lives that she described to me were rather dramatic. The earlier life she remembered was that of a ninja, who got caught during an assasination and executed for it. The second was of a young Confederate soldier in the Civil War.

She also didn't strike me as being a person with a very firm grasp on reality, though I take my poor opinion of her as a reflection of her own actions, not as an example of how everyone else who believes in reincarnation must act.

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 EDIT: Previously there was a long rant here. I took it down because hey, now that I've vented, I'm finding I don't much like what I wrote and posted.  'Sides, I'm feeling better now, and that's pretty much what matters.

Peace out.

This past week has really been wearing at me, and in a number of ways. I've gone to town every single day of the workweek, as well as gotten up sleep-deprived  on each day except on Monday. My schoolwork's been suffering, and while I've been keeping myself cheerful and not thinking too carefully I've still had this awful hole in my stomach over the idea of not being able to finish highschool in the time for the Summer term.

Such is life. Things have been balanced by good happenings, too. I drove halfway home in a stick-shift car yesterday, with my Dad in the passenger's seat instead of my driving instructor. I think maybe next week--at the very most, the week after that--I'll have my driver's liscence.

Happy belated thing of the day: Watching my toddler nephew skip around in absolutely delighted circles to the demo-music from the family's electric keyboard has got to be one of the cutest things I've ever seen.

Another thing's that we invited the junior youth over today for a summer event. Much fun was had, though I'm really, really tired after a soccer game in the morning, school in the afternoon, and three rounds of Takewondo in the evening. By this I mean 'tired to the point that it's probably a bad idea for me to become it so casually.'

Oh well. G'night, folks.

So far today's been a busy day.

In the morning I went in for a driving lesson--an hour and a half early. AFter all, the bus system isn't a guaranteed 'make-it-the-first-try,' and the bus before the last one I could take and still make it there on time was at least an hour-and-a-half early.

After lunch I had a driving lesson, which we're saying was two hours but was actually probably about one hour plus fifteen minutes; she was late, and we finished early. Then we went home.

When we got there we picked a neighbor up on the way and went on a Baha'i teaching route through the neighborhood, in the form of going to the parents of the local junior youth and inviting their kids to an event on Friday where we'd be talking about the Baha'i Faith's history. We told a brief version of the history to whichever parents had time to listen, so they'd know what their kids would be listening to.

My team--one other girl and I--finished early, so we sat by the road and chatted until someone swung by to pick us up. Then we talked about what we'd done right and what didn't seem to work, dropped the neighbor off, and went home.

In the car my Mother casually mentioned that one of the junior youth lived beside that man I'd mentioned to her. You know, that one who shook my hand and held it a little too long at the bus stop the other day... She said that when she got there the kid's mother was extremely busy, because the man had been convulsing earlier and she was arranging for him to be taken to the hospital. Hn--Poor guy. That can't be fun.