Archive for the ‘NaBloPoMo’ Category
… I write a mental letter. Thoughts from this week:
Dear yappy dog next door,
I’M COMING FOR YOU.
Dear other drivers,
Your car windows are transparent. I can see you picking your nose with both hands.
Stop a-speakin’ the Spanish in class. Wait and make fun of me when I’m not standing right in front of you.
I thought your species was supposed to enjoy lying on their people’s feet. WHY WON’T YOU LIE ON MY FEET? They’re cold. Help a sister out.
This is pathetic, y’all. This, this right here, is why I could never be a really for real writer.
I’ve been thinking the last few days about Christmas. Christmaaaas! Imagine that in Oprah voice and sparkly font, because I don’t know how to do that. (The sparkly font part. I know how to do Oprah voice.) I don’t know what it is, because Christmas-when-it-is-not-Christmas is one of my pet peeves, but I could totally be 100%, head over heels in the Christmas spirit right now. I am resisting so hard, because Thanksgiving comes first and it gets the shaft as it is, so I try to celebrate only one holiday at a time. I’ve managed not to break out the Christmas music yet, although I do have Buble’s new one standing by for Thanksgiving evening. I’ve walked through Walmart’s Christmas section more than once and, so help me, Walmart made me sing along to Frosty the other day. I didn’t want to! The Walmart made me!
This is so weird because last year it took me forrreeeevvvvveerrrrrrrr to get in the Christmas spirit. I don’t even know, y’all, but I was a total Grinch. (Compared to my usual level of festivity, that is.) This year, I am ALL ABOUT IT. Bring on the Christmas, I am READY. I have almost completed my shopping. Don’t hate me because I’m amazing.
Where am I even going with this? … Oh yes, I remember. So I’ve been thinking about Christmas, and as soon as I start thinking in that direction my thoughts turn to food. I do some massive Christmas baking and candy-making and it is just about the most fun part of the whole thing, and this year it’s going to be even FUNNER because I’m making a supply list for Sam’s Club. Have you been to Sam’s? Everyone needs to experience it. I have only been once, but you guys? Sam’s is my new happy place. (Along with Hobby Lobby. In my perfect world, Hobby Lobby and Sam’s live next door to each other just down the block from Disney World.) So I’m planning this trip sometime during the beginning of December, when I’ll go to Sam’s for baking supplies and take my sister to [undisclosed pretty pretty makeup store] to pick out her Christmas present. Basically, it will be just about the best day of my life.
And you think I’m kidding, but I am so not kidding.
I just had to pick up my mattress and box spring (queen size, quite large) by myself because everyone else is asleep and one of the slats decided this was a good time to fall out. This isn’t the first time it’s decided to get crazy like that.
If my bed wasn’t the single most comfortable bed in the whole wide world, I’d have given up on it already.
And apparently there’s a forest fire right across the road from my house, it’s been burning for hours. It looks tiny, so this is only of mild concern.
How was your evening?
I am one.
I blame the system! The man is getting me down!
… Actually, school is eating my brain. Over the past couple weeks I’ve had two group project presentations to prepare for, and one ginormous assignment to do. Once I finally finished those, I barely had brain waves enough to enable me to function on the most basic level.
Y’all, grad school is a whole ‘nother animal. I’ve been in school for almost 20 years total (oh dear sweet Jesus, that is depressing) but I don’t ever remember feeling physically exhausted upon finishing an assignment or a class session. Now, that’s a regular thing. Once I finish a class meeting, I feel like someone has literally taken out my mind and strrrrrreeeetttttccchhhhed it just as far as it will go, and then put it back in. I continue to be amazed by just how much stuff the information science field encompasses, and how much I need to know and be prepared for when I become a practitioner instead of a student. I came into this thinking I needed to learn how to have story time for kiddies … things like collection development, censorship and intellectual freedom, computer systems, management, ethics – none of that ever entered my mind. Not to mention my newfound interest in reference librarianship!
And another weird thing? Although the work itself is certainly not easy, doing the work is easier. It’s endlessly fascinating and I enjoy what I’m learning and I’m so eager to learn more, the act of getting my work done and going to class is easier than it was in college or high school. I’m trying my best to finish up and graduate as quickly as possible, but I could easily stay another year and just keep taking classes. I actually felt disappointed at how many classes were offered but couldn’t be squeezed into two years.
What have they done to me, you guys. Who have I become? I DO NOT EVEN RECOGNIZE MYSELF.
Today I was looking over my cataloging syllabus and I realized, that class only meets two more times.
Two. More. Times.
And that is all. Then it will be over. I will never have to go again.
True, we still have one group exercise and an individual final exam, but the important thing here is: TWO. MORE. TIMES.
Two of my classes will have met for the last time *before* Thanksgiving. You guys, seriously? My sore muscles began to feel better as soon as I had this realization.
Also? Four of my five students will be off campus on Wednesday, which means I only have to teach two days this week! It also means I have another day to work on my reference assignment!
Plus also? Today was a good hair day. I was rocking a ’60s-style beehive-type ‘do.
The cranky cuss has disappeared; you will find in its place a bright, shiny piece of glitter. Yay!
Books in a series should always have numbers clearly printed on their spines. This way, you can make sure you’re checking out the correct books in the correct order before you even leave the library – instead of getting home and discovering, a week later on Sunday afternoon, that you checked out books one and three instead of one and two.
I’m a cranky cuss lately, aren’t I.
Also, how awesome is online shopping? You guys, I have already done 3/4 of my Christmas shopping from my bed, in my pajamas. We will totally become the fat people in the floaty chairs from Wall-E, and this is how it starts.