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A Picaresque Update.
May. 25th, 2006 04:13 pmBlah. I had taken a bunch of very nice pictures of our gardens, and my brother deleted them all from the camera before I could upload any of them to a computer. I don't know when we're going to get another sunny day--that eventuality will undoubtably be accompanied by the death of all blossoming things, and it will be my fault. Mrr. I was supposed to send those pictures to Grandma. Mom will be displeased.
Today I was initiated to the dark sisterhood of those who sell shoes, and entrusted with such secrets of shoe selling as I was sworn to silence, in a contract I signed with my own blood. I then watched an cutesy, musical orientation video on a cd, which left me with the acronyms ART and SMILES. These two words hold within them all the mysteries of Payless Shoesource. I will not decode them for you, suffice it to say, they do not mean what you think they mean! And I will leave it at that.
I start next Tuesday, for short training shifts. It requires that I dress up every day, which is fine with me. I look rather fantastic in slacks.
Apparently I still have a chance of getting into Dr. Marshall's poetry writing class next semester. It's an evening class, so it would fit into my schedule, and I think it would add the color which my current accounting and statistics laden course load lacks. Dr. Marshall being an excellent teacher and my enjoying poetry and finding it fun to read and write make it into a fairly winning idea. Hopefully, it's not full, and hopefully, he will let me into the class despite not having fulfilled the sophomore english requirement yet. It would be wonderful. I can daydream pink and fluffy clouds for my future even now.
And... did anyone else know that Candide is a musical? I infiltrated my parents' Netflix queue to sneak it up to third. I am a stealth master, excited to see it, and won't they all be surprised?
I think my grammar is deteriorating. Artistically. Of course. But it lately has been very closely mirroring the rhythm and pattern of my mental thought voice, which I shouldn't need to say is incredibly scattered, revisory, and punctuated.
There are bird feathers smeared on our front window, because the new windows my parents had installed are far too clean and clear. I've been leaving the blinds closed as much as possible to spare the poor birds (when my parents are not home to order me to open them up, regardless of the lives of poor myoptic avians) which is okay, because it's gray and cloudy out anyway. It just makes the house a little dark and depressing. BUT! I am a sentient being fully in control of my feelings by means of my thoughts, not weak external things like the WEATHER. I will triumph through force of the mind. I am HAPPY.
This has been another Thursday Update. Thank you, and Good Night.
Today I was initiated to the dark sisterhood of those who sell shoes, and entrusted with such secrets of shoe selling as I was sworn to silence, in a contract I signed with my own blood. I then watched an cutesy, musical orientation video on a cd, which left me with the acronyms ART and SMILES. These two words hold within them all the mysteries of Payless Shoesource. I will not decode them for you, suffice it to say, they do not mean what you think they mean! And I will leave it at that.
I start next Tuesday, for short training shifts. It requires that I dress up every day, which is fine with me. I look rather fantastic in slacks.
Apparently I still have a chance of getting into Dr. Marshall's poetry writing class next semester. It's an evening class, so it would fit into my schedule, and I think it would add the color which my current accounting and statistics laden course load lacks. Dr. Marshall being an excellent teacher and my enjoying poetry and finding it fun to read and write make it into a fairly winning idea. Hopefully, it's not full, and hopefully, he will let me into the class despite not having fulfilled the sophomore english requirement yet. It would be wonderful. I can daydream pink and fluffy clouds for my future even now.
And... did anyone else know that Candide is a musical? I infiltrated my parents' Netflix queue to sneak it up to third. I am a stealth master, excited to see it, and won't they all be surprised?
I think my grammar is deteriorating. Artistically. Of course. But it lately has been very closely mirroring the rhythm and pattern of my mental thought voice, which I shouldn't need to say is incredibly scattered, revisory, and punctuated.
There are bird feathers smeared on our front window, because the new windows my parents had installed are far too clean and clear. I've been leaving the blinds closed as much as possible to spare the poor birds (when my parents are not home to order me to open them up, regardless of the lives of poor myoptic avians) which is okay, because it's gray and cloudy out anyway. It just makes the house a little dark and depressing. BUT! I am a sentient being fully in control of my feelings by means of my thoughts, not weak external things like the WEATHER. I will triumph through force of the mind. I am HAPPY.
This has been another Thursday Update. Thank you, and Good Night.