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Day 720: Rocket Drive
Jan. 29th, 2009 09:29 pmIt's been an up-and-down week. Even though I'm basically up on my homework, got something in the way of a call-back on that Nebraska Innocence Project gig I wanted to do, I constantly feel guilty for not getting enough done. Anything done. All I want to do at night is curl up and sleep. I am keeping on the ball at school. Maybe not to the strict timetable I'd like to keep myself to, but I get all my homework done well in advance all the same.
I've been productive, too. I made a tatted black lace necklace thing for my friend Chani and sent it off to her, and I also made myself a hat. Seriously. With the very soft, very nice white yarn my friend Aden sent me for Christmas. I made the entire hat - save the decorative flower bit - in one hour, i.e. the time it takes to show a rerun of Criminal Minds on a Wednesday night. (And I am seriously, seriously in love with Dr. Reid. I'm gonna marry him. Amber gets Dr. House. I get Dr. Reid. That's the deal.) I learned cool new stuff at Bellydancing on Tuesday night - I was the only one there, which was lots of fun. And now I have a genuine excuse to buy me a well-balanced sword - so I can dance with it! On Monday night I hung out with Amber and we watched House, but otherwise I've been pretty solitary. Last night my parents drove into town to do a car trade, and they left this morning. I slept on my own couch, and it reminded me of sleeping on the loveseat back in the days of the basement of MacBeth Manor.
I'm doing pretty good at keeping up on my online writing - except for Heavy Noir, but that novel needs some serious admin work done before I pick it up again. I'm all kinds of behind on the fandom stuff I owe people, though, which makes me feel bad, and it makes me feel even worse because I picked up a couple of new fandoms, essentially, so now I have, er, five where I originally had three. I plunged feet-first into Gundam Wing after being a reader-lurker for years and my first real story ever got a huge response. I was crazy flattered, especially as some of the people who commented were writers I'd totally fangirled over back in the day.
And tonight I spent two and a half hours trapped in a jury box listening to voir dire go down. Didn't get to do my own - I don't know why I was so scared - but that was that. Evening classes are officially teh suck.
Tomorrow night some of us law school kids are hopefully going to see Inkheart. Poor Ryan is sick and was doped up on morphine all day yesterday, which was sad, because apparently when they dosed him with the stuff it hurt. Which is the opposite of what opiates are supposed to do, right? The highlight of my day was probably hanging out with Angela and Katie outside the locker room talking about - well, everything, from law school to being nerds to feminism and fights to Father What-a-waste (the default name for that really hot Catholic priest you feel guilty for clocking).
I also got the first season of criminal minds on DVD, so I've been watching it like crazy.
Gah.
I should sleep, but I probably won't.
I got a letter from Schu, which seriously made my day. Now I just have to write her back.
I've been productive, too. I made a tatted black lace necklace thing for my friend Chani and sent it off to her, and I also made myself a hat. Seriously. With the very soft, very nice white yarn my friend Aden sent me for Christmas. I made the entire hat - save the decorative flower bit - in one hour, i.e. the time it takes to show a rerun of Criminal Minds on a Wednesday night. (And I am seriously, seriously in love with Dr. Reid. I'm gonna marry him. Amber gets Dr. House. I get Dr. Reid. That's the deal.) I learned cool new stuff at Bellydancing on Tuesday night - I was the only one there, which was lots of fun. And now I have a genuine excuse to buy me a well-balanced sword - so I can dance with it! On Monday night I hung out with Amber and we watched House, but otherwise I've been pretty solitary. Last night my parents drove into town to do a car trade, and they left this morning. I slept on my own couch, and it reminded me of sleeping on the loveseat back in the days of the basement of MacBeth Manor.
I'm doing pretty good at keeping up on my online writing - except for Heavy Noir, but that novel needs some serious admin work done before I pick it up again. I'm all kinds of behind on the fandom stuff I owe people, though, which makes me feel bad, and it makes me feel even worse because I picked up a couple of new fandoms, essentially, so now I have, er, five where I originally had three. I plunged feet-first into Gundam Wing after being a reader-lurker for years and my first real story ever got a huge response. I was crazy flattered, especially as some of the people who commented were writers I'd totally fangirled over back in the day.
And tonight I spent two and a half hours trapped in a jury box listening to voir dire go down. Didn't get to do my own - I don't know why I was so scared - but that was that. Evening classes are officially teh suck.
Tomorrow night some of us law school kids are hopefully going to see Inkheart. Poor Ryan is sick and was doped up on morphine all day yesterday, which was sad, because apparently when they dosed him with the stuff it hurt. Which is the opposite of what opiates are supposed to do, right? The highlight of my day was probably hanging out with Angela and Katie outside the locker room talking about - well, everything, from law school to being nerds to feminism and fights to Father What-a-waste (the default name for that really hot Catholic priest you feel guilty for clocking).
I also got the first season of criminal minds on DVD, so I've been watching it like crazy.
Gah.
I should sleep, but I probably won't.
I got a letter from Schu, which seriously made my day. Now I just have to write her back.
