It's hard to believe that my last post was #100!
I'm annoyed for two reasons. First, the judges on America's Got Talent sent David home! He doesn't even qualify for the wild card spot! :( I'm still not sure who I'll vote for for the wild card spot, because I like Victoria the contortionist, and Kyle, and the other fella... I've lost his name, but he's the man who had a car accident and wasn't able to sing for 11 years.
My second reason for being annoyed is a simple, five-letter name: Erica. First we were trying to get together on Tuesday, but I thought my dad was going to work overtime so I told her and Holly that Tuesday wasn't a good day. Erica wanted to know why we couldn't take the bus. So, later on in a string of e-mails, she suggests Saturday. So I suggest the Festival of Friends, which is a late summer festival where craftspeople sell jewelry, clothing and other great stuff - sometimes musical intruments like pan flutes and ocarinas. But Erica wanted to do both - go shopping AND go to the festival. Then she tells me later that Saturday isn't a good day for her.
I'm not mad at Holly. She wanted to go, but she's so busy this weekend, so I'm not sure if she can come with my parents and I. I totally understand if she can't come, because she's preparing for university.
I think that Erica just wants to hang out with her boyfriend and her new friends that she most likely met through her boyfriend. Whatever the reason, she's being a prat about this planning. At least when Holly hasn't replied to an e-mail in a while, she apologizes. Erica just doesn't seem to bother.
Showing posts with label university. Show all posts
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Friday, August 8, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
My cat, my mom, and a spider.
It's a strange title, but don't worry - it'll all make sense in a moment.
First, the spider. I hate spiders. Last night I was shining a flashlight around my room to make sure the cat wasn't there, and I saw this spider in between my bookcases. So I went upstairs, into the kitchen to get some paper towel (the cat was sitting in the middle of the floor), went back downstairs and tried to squash it - but it decided to hide behind one of the bookcases. Damn.
Then, earlier, the cat clawed my foot. And when the internet connection dropped (it does that sometimes, 'cause we have a wireless router, and I think the modem acts up), I unplugged the modem and the router, then went to get a glass of water. I usually have to wait a bit before plugging stuff back in so that the connection comes back properly. So I went back into the computer/dining room with my glass of water, and that cat jumped in the chair!
Finally, my mom. She was saying that in September, when I start my homeschooling for the term (I hate the word 'semester'. I'm part English and part Welsh, so I'm gonna say 'term'), I have to do my work at the same times every weekday. Okay, I'm supposed to be homeschooling, not doing the school-at-home stuff. I don't have anything against school-at-home, I just don't work that way. So she tells me that if I'm going to college, I should learn to work by a schedule, because college timetables are different from university timetables. So here's my question...
Who said I was going to college instead of university?!
I've made it quite clear that I'd like to study brodcast journalism and someday get a job in radio, and I know that I can study that at a university, because some of the DJs at Q107 went to university. I also would like to study music. I have no desire to become a bricklayer or a butler - I say 'butler' because my darling mother cut out a newspaper article on butlers, and suggested that I become one.
What I'm going to do is be smart about my career. Like Sting - he used to be a teacher who performed in clubs. I might do something like that. Work as a DJ during the day, and by night I'll sing in clubs, or be a session keyboardist.
First, the spider. I hate spiders. Last night I was shining a flashlight around my room to make sure the cat wasn't there, and I saw this spider in between my bookcases. So I went upstairs, into the kitchen to get some paper towel (the cat was sitting in the middle of the floor), went back downstairs and tried to squash it - but it decided to hide behind one of the bookcases. Damn.
Then, earlier, the cat clawed my foot. And when the internet connection dropped (it does that sometimes, 'cause we have a wireless router, and I think the modem acts up), I unplugged the modem and the router, then went to get a glass of water. I usually have to wait a bit before plugging stuff back in so that the connection comes back properly. So I went back into the computer/dining room with my glass of water, and that cat jumped in the chair!
Finally, my mom. She was saying that in September, when I start my homeschooling for the term (I hate the word 'semester'. I'm part English and part Welsh, so I'm gonna say 'term'), I have to do my work at the same times every weekday. Okay, I'm supposed to be homeschooling, not doing the school-at-home stuff. I don't have anything against school-at-home, I just don't work that way. So she tells me that if I'm going to college, I should learn to work by a schedule, because college timetables are different from university timetables. So here's my question...
Who said I was going to college instead of university?!
I've made it quite clear that I'd like to study brodcast journalism and someday get a job in radio, and I know that I can study that at a university, because some of the DJs at Q107 went to university. I also would like to study music. I have no desire to become a bricklayer or a butler - I say 'butler' because my darling mother cut out a newspaper article on butlers, and suggested that I become one.
What I'm going to do is be smart about my career. Like Sting - he used to be a teacher who performed in clubs. I might do something like that. Work as a DJ during the day, and by night I'll sing in clubs, or be a session keyboardist.
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