Date: 2007-08-29 17:38 Subject: Disorganization for Breakfast Security: Public feeling: calm sorting: blither, dorkademic, whingey prat

Maybe if I put it in writing, I have a snowflake's chance in Mobile of sticking to it?

I stopped by Planet Fitness on my way home from school today, and I might join. It's nothing fancy, nothing particularly special--no pool, no track--but I don't swim for exercise and a treadmill would do me if I ever got the silly notion in my head to run. (Unlikely.) Mostly, I like the look of the weights. But everything is damn bright purple and yellow. Which is scary. But the hours are good and I probably won't run into my students. Or have to give more money to the uni.

Today, I also went to school and figured out the rest of my schedule, and even managed to do a wee bit of comps reading. So I got inspired. And thought I should have a schedule, and show it to you peoples, because I somehow keep more promises to this collective of people I have almost entirely never met than I do to myself or the people I see all the time.

( Pencil Me In, While I'm Still Optimistic )

Date: 2007-08-17 08:36 Subject: Day Off Security: Public feeling: anxious sorting: blither, whingey prat

Not only do I have the day off, but I'm not going anywhere special. Which probably means I should do something productive, yeah? Especially since anxiety about not getting these things done is making my body start to declare war on itself, and honestly, I'm just not up to a civil war at the moment.

So, ( To-Do List )

( Kinkfest & Het Challenge Claims )

Date: 2007-08-15 08:31 Subject: Gone for the Day Security: Public sorting: whingey prat

After a 13-hour day at work yesterday, during which I spent roughly 11 hours being bitched at by the Public, I'm taking the day off. Not from work--not scheduled--but from things in a general way. I'm going ot visit garglingargoyle who is considerably nearer, geographically speaking, than she was in June. I will attempt to demonstrate the beauty of the PS2 and why FFXII is the greatest game ever. I will be punched in the arm repeatedly. I will attempt to make milk come out of her nose. I will be very excited about spending time with a dog because I miss having one, and she has one that is fantastic. I will say things as they come to me. I will laugh my arse off.

I will not have to make excuses for City Employees that have nothing actually to do with my job but whose job, when not done, becomes my problem. I will not have to explain why you can't walk that way for your own safety. I will not have to explain that everyone can't set up their tables at the exact same space because there are laws regarding this and those laws can be found in physics books and in your brain, if you had one. I will not have to curb the urge to bite someone's arm off because they are yelling at the employees who have volunteered to help carry and move things, even though that was never part of the agreement. I will not have to explain that TICKET HOLDERS ONLY means this line for people with tickets only. I will not have to explain that PURCHASE TICKETS --> means go that way to purchase tickets. Nor will I have to explain that 5:30 = 5:30 and I can't let you in at 5:10 just because you're early. I will not have to sit patiently by while you insult my place of employment, my coworkers, myself, and the very nice animals in my zoo. (If you can't tell, Sheff doesn't deal well with disapproval.)

And I will not have to deal with the grading fall-out just yet. But that's coming soon, surely.

I will attempt to get Gar to talk me out of many prompts for Kinkfest. I will, most likely, fail.

And for my sake, if you're out in the world today, please be kind to the peoples out there.

Date: 2007-08-09 19:43 Subject: Not Actually Content Security: Public sorting: blither, whingey prat

Remember how in Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End Gibbs actually yells, "MAELSTROM!"? After the film, I looked at my movie companions and said, "No one says that. No one actually shouts 'Maelstrom.'" And that was that for several months.

Then I got home from work today, stood in my kitchen, and said, very loudly, "I AM MALCONTENT." And while there was no swirling whirlpool of oceany fear, I found myself guilty of saying one of those things that no one actually says. So, that kind of amused me, but I'm still malcontent.

So I have an honest-to-goodness Vanilla Coke (vanilla syrup + Coke--none of that pre-made BS) with a generous helping of Captain Morgan's best rum. Okay. Not the best rum. The average stuff. But it's still pretty good. And this is my favorite drink that doesn't involve Kahlua or Bailey's. And if the malcontent deepens, I'll move to Buttery Nipple shots. Which are dangerous because they taste like perfect, but the butterscotchy goodness tends to give me joy. Or the Baby Guinness shot, which is delicious and adorable (fill a shotglass with equal parts Kahlua and Tia Maria OR dark creme de cacao and float 1/2 oz. of Bailey's on top). If you manage the layer properly, it looks like a wee pint of Guinness. And: delicious.

The root of all this malcontent is the grading I have to do, the fleeting nature of this month, and the fact that I really don't want to do anything on my to-do list of Important Graduate School Crap.

The way to alleviate these issues is, most likely, to do the grading and other stuff.

*curls up in yarn instead*

EDIT: You know what helps? Burn Notice. Has anyone seen this show? 10 pm, Thursdays, USA. I haven't had a show I thought worth paying attention to since the first season of Lost. It's witty and there's Bruce Campbell and spy tricks and stuff blows up and an ex-IRA gunrunner who's just beautiful and deadly and she's my hero.

Date: 2007-08-01 13:49 Subject: Nothing to say... Security: Public sorting: blither, whingey prat

...but that's never stopped me from posting before.

Let's list things. It gives me a false sense of order.

( To Spare People With Things To Do )