Whoa, okay, lots of schedule changes in the last two days that space things out a bit and should make the coming two weeks a bit less stressful. Latin quiz (formerly this Friday) was moved to Monday, and Prof. Knorr will let me take it on Tuesday after Computing Concepts (since I'm gone this weekend and won't be back on campus until Tuesday morning). The assignment for Computing that was due tomorrow is now due on Tuesday, and the one due Tuesday is now due next Thursday, and the midterm that was next Thursday is now the thirtieth (two weeks from tomorrow).

This still leaves the Greek quiz and midterm on Friday, but that's considerably less than this week originally entailed.

My article review is done. Bees!

I wonder if they make magnetic poetry in Latin. Like, with magnets that have the stems for words, and then a bunch of tiny magnets with all of the endings for various things. That would be so cool. If it doesn't exist, I will make it so.

Oh holy crap, I need to get that costume and character history together.

It's halfway through the semester and I still haven't got my bookshelf organized.

Prof. Chenault, my Roman History professor, recommended that we all watch the 1960 version of Spartacus, with Kirk Douglas. We should watch it sometime.

Classics Club is going to be showing the first episode of that HBO series, Rome. I've heard a lot of good things about it, and I was excited about getting to see some of it, and then the club decided to show it on next Monday evening when I'll still be in Seattle. Pooh.

I am incredibly excited about starting Herodotus next week. To balance that out, it looks like we'll be reading Livy all semester in Latin, and I'm already burned out on him. I'd really like to read some Caesar, so maybe I'll do that on my own time over winter break.

If I went to graduate school and then did culinary school afterwards, I could be a master baker and a cunning linguist. Har, har.

Last but not least, I am not sure whether I should laugh or cry, but I'm definitely tempted towards the former.

You know, I hate to give into stereotypes, but you know...sometimes cheerleaders really are that stupid.

Today was Ancient Pottery Day in my theology class, and it was as amazing as I'd hoped. There I was, sitting in Campion with a shard of seven-thousand-year-old pottery in my hand, just marvelling at the age and construction, when I see that there are perfectly preserved fingerprints in the clay. This was quite possibly the coolest thing I have ever experienced; I kept running my fingers over them, examining the whorls and ridges, amazed by the thought of some far-distant ancestor creating this thousands of years ago, with hands just like mine... It was a very ethereal feeling.

I looked up to see the girls I was sharing a table with arranging shards of four-thousand-year-old Sumerian terra cotta into the shape of a face and giggling hysterically.

Sometimes, I am genuinely at a loss for words to describe the stupidity of some of my classmates.

There's nothing quite like thinking a project is done and set, and then realizing you totally screwed up and have to redo the whole thing.

Went grocery shopping this morning and stocked up massively. I...really like having a well stocked pantry. Also am doing laundry! We magically have lights in the shed today. I knocked into the switch and the lights came on. They haven't worked until now, but now they are, so....

Hank is getting ridiculously chubby. I've been poking fun at his big, squishy ratty tummy for a while, but I just watched him try and climb up the side of his cage and slide down due to his own girth. It was pathetically hilarious.

I still can't find my Pink Floyd T-shirt. Now it's getting slightly irritating. Not only is it an integral part of my Halloween costume, it's one of my favorite shirts.

I'm getting shelves sometime soon!

I finished and posted my Oktoberfest fic! And despite my epic slump, I'm actually really happy with it.

I will never be able to watch Inuyasha normally, I'm afraid. Though now, thanks to muting it and making up our own story, I shall always think of it as the Chastity Jewel Chase. And Sesshomaru is a raver. An epic raver.

I...need to do some cleaning. Some cleaning I've been meaning to do but haven't gotten around to yet.

I should do that.

Title: "Parler"
Category: Soul Calibur
Rating: G
Genre: General/Romance
Words: 365
Pairing(s): Raphael/Cassandra
Summary: French is undoubtedly superior, he thinks, and he's steadfast...except with her.

A/N: Do you see the rating up there? The category? Clearly exam stress has fried what little there is left of my mind, because...minorly fluffy Raph/Cass with a G rating? Cannot be done. Just cannot be done. Logic recoils in horror at the very thought. And yet...here it is. I think I need to lie down.

[Quick note: yes, I did my research on French dialects (and I speak enough to have a vague idea of what I'm talking about when it comes to the linguistics). That said, there's still a chance I've seriously screwed something up, so if anyone catches a glaring error, please let me know.]


( Parler )

Due to personal reasons I will be MIA for awhile.  I should be back in a week.  I have a few things I need to work out.  I am sorry to anything this inconveniences.

I promise to be more like me very soon.

*smiles*

Again I am sorry.

My current work, that is. I've just had it with our bosses. Today, I tried to reasonably talk to one of them, providing valid points as to why it's impossible to work a 12-hour shift with one person working 12, other 10 and third - 6 hours. More precisely, why it's impossible to have all three people working 6 hours at the same time. It's either six hours for three people and 2 hours for one person alone in the entire store (MAJOR thief attraction) or 9 hours for two and 3 hours for three people. My boss? Tried to prove me my math skillz are EXTREMELY faulty and that it is, in fact, possible for three people to work 6 hours simultaneously AND have two people working for the rest of the time.

So shed your GREAT light on me, Nadya, and tell me how EXACTLY that works. 'cause my math must have come from another plane of existence since I can't understand how this can be pulled off.

Also, imagine the gall of these people? Yesterday they told us they'd come to our shop at 12 AM. This morning? It dropped to 2 PM. At 2 PM? Gala called them to inquire their whereabouts. Turns out they'll be at 3 PM. Okay, fine, so they're in Jurmala and have to drive all the way to Riga. Traffic can be a bitch on that road, so yeah, I can believe that.
Guess what time they showed up? 4-fucking-PM.

Two people who were off work today spent four hours in our shop waiting for the bosses to show, with Tanya having to be home at half past four because her sick kid would be brought in from hospital at around five (and her husband was at work so there was no one home) and our bosses kept us there for - you probably guessed it - an entire hour.

This is not to mention all the laws they've broken. I can name four right off the top of my head and maybe some others if I sit down and really dig into it.
The minute I get my papers back, I'm putting a number of authorities on their sorry asses.


Point one and the most grave: Envelope salary. State Revenue Service will love this and will pounce on it like it's gold.

Point two: Announcing that the payment will be a week late on the evening of the day before the payday when that should've been announced a week prior to the payday.

Point three: Cutting our working hours in half without rewriting our contract and giving it us to sign.
Point three A: Trying to force these shortened hours on us right away instead of within a month from the day they've announced these changes and given us a contract to sign.

Point four: Taking my passport to make a copy of it without me being present and without giving me the copy to sign it and confirm it with "This copy was made in my presence, Signed - suchandsuch".

Point five: Writing my name and ID number incorrectly on my job contract (How the fuck is THAT even possible when you have it written down in a computer print on a copy of a passport?) and making me sign it (They say the information's been fixed, but I've never seen it myself) AND not giving me my copy of the contract. Seriously now. I only saw those papers for those ten minutes in which I read them through and signed them.

Point six: Withholding our orders. Come the fuck on! Some of us are waiting an entire month to sign the papers, pay for the stuff and start using it. My previous boss? Had these orders processed within a day. You could call her in the morning and by the evening you had the papers for signing and could walk home with the thing you've purchased with 25% discount.

Point seven: Lousy attitude. In translation of their untold views that I managed to pick up from in-between the lines: 'You've been working here for only three months therefore you're incompetent to judge the situation' and 'Your youth maximalism denies you clear look on the entire situation therefore your opinions are wrong'. Bitch, my 'youth maximalism' gives me a VERY clear view on things. I can tell when someone's trying to fuck with our group and spare some money on our account.
Point seven A: Complete lack of respect and age discrimination. "You view it from the point of youth maximalism. You can't see the entire picture." Almost word-per-word quote, that. Youth maximalism, my ass. All I used on her was math, a careful analysis of the situation, the location of our shop, our clientele, and logic. I'm not the one looking at the world through pink glasses. I grew up in a way that allowed for no maximalism of any kind, and here I get some random Russian bitch (who hasn't managed to learn Latvian in the 50 years she's spent living in my country, do tell me if that's possible in ANY other country - acting like learning the official language is optional and getting away with it) telling me that I know nothing of life just because I call her on her bullshit. I call things by their real names, and if I dare to tell my boss that she's wrong, well guess what? She IS wrong. Horribly so, even.


I'm sure I could find something else to add, but this is already a shitload of crap to dig through. Oh, I'll be cackling like a madwoman when I set the authorities on their tails.



Fitting song FTFW~.

Short, drabbley fic challenge, one per week - low pressure and lots of h/c. Go join at sgahcchallenges. :).

Okay, so I know I said I wouldn't post about politics, but this is just a little informative kind of thing.

If you're talking about the fact that Barack Obama is from Hawai`i, please remember that "Hawaiian" is an ethnicity, not a...a...state-icity. Texans come from Texas, Californians come from California, but only people with Native Hawaiian ancestry can really call themselves "Hawaiians." (It's kind of like saying an Irish person is English because they were born and raised in London.)

I got all excited because I saw a newspaper that said Barack Obama would be the first Hawaiian president, but then I remembered that he's not actually Hawaiian. He (like a lot of people including me) is "from Hawai`i" (which doesn't make us exotic. I can be intensely boring for long periods of time, and have lots of stories about how Hawai`i people are less boring than me but still not exotic. I write fanfiction for godsake. How much less exotic can you get?)

So, yes. Barack Obama: from Hawai`i, but not Hawaiian. And he was born here. And it is a state (no matter how much online shipping rates would beg to differ *shakes fist*). And it was a state when he was born. And it still is. We get our official "I CAN HAZ STATEHUD!" quarter sometime pretty soon.

Any other questions about Hawai`i?

Ugh. I do not want to go to program today. But I know if I don't, I'll get into trouble. So I guess I've just gotta suck it up and go.

I'll explain program when I have more time.

Ren

Ego matrem tuam declinavi!

It's hard to concentrate, and I keep thinking of that Greek midterm coming up in three days, and gah. I did a lot of sleeping today, probably because my body subconsciously knew that I'd be up late on this thing. Also, I have made no progress whatsoever on that character history that technically should probably be submitted by Friday. Damn my having gotten ill.

Ego faciem tuum declinavi!

My phone card is down to, what, three or four minutes. I'll probably scrap the thing and just give in and bring my cellular telephone in from my car, because I have this strange compulsion to call that guy of mine every evening to say goodnight. Funny, that.

Ego faciem matris tuae proxima nocte declinavi! Ō!

The article that I am reviewing for my paper is about beehives. Three thousand year old Israeli beehives. Awesome.

Edit: It is three in the morning. I'm nearly done, but I want to shower, so it's break time.

Title: Mine
Fandom/Pairing: Friday Night Lights/Tim/Julie
Rating: R
Summary: Written for rounds_of_kink. Prompt was harder each day/Loss of control (emotional, physical, situational, erotic, etc). Tim and Julie are getting tired of hiding how they feel.
Disclaimer: Friday Night Lights, their characters, actors, etc do not belong to me.

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Title: Do
Fandom/Pairing: SGA/Ronon/Keller
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Written for rounds_of_kink. Prompt was Don’t/Courtship. Post Tracker, Ronon isn’t the kind to sit back and wait, and now he’s making his intentions known.
Disclaimer:Stargate Atlantis, their characters, actors, etc do not belong to me.

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Yes, it's a writing quiz from eremon_lass!

( Ooh, The Chase... I mean, The Quiz! )

So, this is the paper I'm seriously turning in for Sociology. I hate the assignment because it's not sociological at all. It's life skills. So I incorporated Sociology concepts.

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For the record I honestly wouldn't treat my kids this way.

I think after this totally gay LaytonxLuke fic I wrote I should be banned from writing boy on boy action.

So yesterday I had three midterms, complete with essay portions, and two essays due, one 2-4 pages and one 5-7 pages. I finished the second at 8:15 am, went to class at 8:45 am, and by the time I'd gone to class, gone to my DBT skills group, and did everything else I had to do on this lovely day from hell, I'd been running for 36 hours on one hour of sleep.

Yeah. I'm not surprised I slept for fourteen hours today. Exhausted is a massive understatement. But at least I've been able to relax today like I haven't in God knows how long. I had to hit the dentist at 10:30 am so they could polish down the chip in my molar that still needs a crown (I get to deal with that when I get back from Canada), but other than that, I've just been playing with Tobey and marvelling at how quiet everything is in my rural hometown in Southern New Jersey. I spend so much time right off one of the busiest roads in Philadelphia that the quiet here in the middle of nowhere is so amazing. I've really missed it.

Tomorrow, my archaeologist theology professor is showing us some 7,000-year-old pottery from her digs in Israel and the Middle East, and on Friday my Chaucer class is off to the University of Pennsylvania to see some 13th- and 14th-century manuscripts not open to the public. Pretty exciting if you're a total geek...which I am.


Now for the rest of the week all I have to do is find a Psalm I like and keep up with the assigned readings of The Canterbury Tales...oh, and spend ten hours traveling on Friday. All in all, not a bad denouement after the nightmare that was yesterday.

First off, Happy Birthday burningvigor! I really hope you have a good one!

With a new filter for the heater, the burning dog smell should dissipate. Not sure what to do about the noise. When it's gearing itself up, it sounds as though the proverbial monkeys on typewriters are hacking away at Shakespeare in there. And then comes the 'FWOOMP!' and the dull roaring sound.

Not exactly the most soothing of white noises, let me assure you! But the house is warm. And with temperatures dropping below freezing at night, that's the important thing.

I hung some more of my art and whatnot on my walls. Ah, there's nothing quite like waking up to the adoring faces of a gaggle of Sailor Scouts, gazing down upon you. I chose the right place for that poster. ;)

I think I'm finally feeling better. I spent the night with vapor rub slathered all over me, and it's made quite the difference in my breathing this morning. I may need to repeat this process.

I had some flash of brilliance last night, on how to maximize space in my room without blocking the door, but sadly it's gone.

I finished Death Mask! Definitely my favorite of the Dresden File novels so far. But everyone - including random internet strangers - is telling me that Blood Rites is the best. So I shall have to get my hands on that!

I started, in the meantime, From The Empire, the first of the Trinity Blood novels. Abel is adorably lecherous! I don't remember him being lecherous in the anime! Granted, it's been some time since I saw it... Catherina kicks ass, Alessandro is just plain adorable, and I'm looking forward to seeing the original incarnations of all my other favorite characters.

I think that about wraps it up for me!

Brain: Hey, hey ckret! Ckreeeet~
ckret: Whaaaat?
Brain: I had yet another brilliant idea for you!
ckret: Oh gods.
Brain: What you need to do is write a story involving Dracula--
ckret: A fanfic? I'm on hiatus from fanfics.
Brain: No, a story-story, not fanfic-story; Dracula's in the public domain.
ckret: I'm not gonna like this, am I.
Brain: So, what you're going to do is write a story where Dracula was actually best friends with Jonathan Harker. You know, the guy that he traumatized, almost killed, and tried to steal the fiancee of?
ckret: ...
Brain: You up to that?
ckret: ... Best... friends? Uh... wtf??
Brain: I knew you'd like it!
ckret: You can't expect me to--
Brain: Oh, and Renfield? The crazy guy that works for Dracula? You need to make him a zombie.
ckret: A WHAT?! How am I supposed to--
Brain: And set the story in New York City.
ckret: What the--?!
Brain: And make it a comedy.
ckret: ...
Brain: Or, you know, you COULD work on your college essays. Your choice, of course.
ckret: ... I think I'll do this story.
Brain: Hah! I knew you'd pick the essays over-- wait, what?
ckret: So what kind of zombie is Renfield gonna be? The shambling-but-sturdy kind, or the fast-but-flimsy kind?
Brain: ...