January 24th, 2006

me.

(no subject)

first and foremost

THANK YOU FOR THE LOVERLY BIRTHDAY GIFT, wallbrat!!! ha ha, i almost originally typed GIRthday gift, which i suppose would be proper, anyhoo, as it was a fance-ay zim t-shirt that says "DESTROY EVERYTHING!" ha ha ha. and by birthday gift, i really mean Christmas gift.

i need a 3 page essay displaying CAUSE AND EFFECT. i must quote two references, all that i can find on the internet can count as only one. the other must be from books or a personal interview (chah, right, as IF i have time for an interview. i can't even meet friends for coffee!!)

quick. gimme a topic. kthx.

i must have REALLY been out of it on friday in english class. i distinctly heard him say 'read the essay on page 448 for a discussion on monday'. unkay, it's read. i even reread it a couple of times to find hidden meanings behind things. you can imagine my massive consternation (not to mention the massive deer-in-headlights expression that whomped over my face) when Professor Winkler said at the beginning of class "okay, class. turn in your homework."

what? the. fuck.

apparently i missed the part where he said 'and do blahdiblah questions at the end.' i so very much hate rejection, so it TERRIFIES me to know that i have to talk to him after class one of these days and BEG to make up one - or all - of the assignments that i've missed so far. i know that i've missed one in class writing assignment from when i was striken with The Plague, and then the one from today from when i was striken with The Stupidity. the third was a 2nd draft for my first essay, which i can't turn in because of... well, i already got the final essay back. i got a 90 on it. i lost points because The Stupidity also prevented me from realizing that stuff in college is actually double spaced. doy.

also have two chapters of math to get done between now and next tuesday. mmmm. math. (to be said the same way that you would say "mmmm dentist" or "mmmm public urination") i was going to skip out of my math class again tomorrow so that i can make sure to get plenty of rest and effectively keep The Plague at bay. but, alas, i have me some BRAAAAINstormin' to do for english class, and if i don't have that 3 hours of downtime between math and english, i will so not do my homework.

funny how that works. i still manage to shirk homework in college... as in work at HOME. i'll type up and print out what i need to, sure, but since i have six hours or so total between classes and classes and work (you following me here?), there generally IS no need for HOMEhomework.

aaand now that i've thoroughly bored you to tears with my (non)exploits in college, i shall trounce off to bed so that i can be to the bus stop *looks at clock* six hours from right now.

fersher, yeah.
plucky idea

(no subject)

okee, the topic for cause/effect has been chosen:

the effect on children negative AND positive, for them being brought up in a drug-filled household.

yes, yes, i know that initially you think that there can be NO positive aspects of it. for the most part, i agree. and i'm not saying that you should smoke pot and draw your kids into your scene. not at all. i'm just saying that unfortunately this situation happens. but not every single thing that comes out of it is awful.

for example, my brother and i grew up around drugs, alcohol, etc. my childhood was odd, to say the least. i'm also certain that while there were bad aspects of it, that my childhood was not nearly as awful as some others who grew up in the same general situation. i'm certain that there are parts of me that are stronger today because of everything that i have gone through.

gah, i shouldn't be trying to convey this schtuff after eating a full meal and being tired. my articulation is not the best this evening. so please, no flaming.

and what i would like from YOU, my dearests, is if you have a moment in the next.. oh... day or two or few, give or take depending upon exactly where i will be in the essay writing phase, if you could shoot me an email at aubkabob@comcast.net. please tell me about any experience in your childhood - if applicable - where your parents were involved in drugs. please include what you learned from the experience and good and bad memories. i mean, don't drudge up awful memories just to help me with my homework. but if you have some insight as to things that i could include in my essay, please email them to me. i'm very curious as to how my drug-filled childhood/teenagehood compares with others.

something totally unrelated... usually, with colds, your nose runs and you lack solid boogers for quite some time. usually, you know you're getting better because you start GETTING solid matter in your nostrils again. for some really weird reason, this cold is causing my nose to create these evil stalactites that are sharp, angry, and hella uncomfortable. it's to the point where i'm afraid that if i sniff with too much strength, that i'll slice open my brain.

and bacci is being a real sweetheart this evening. if she was a human child, i would wonder what she was up to.