Boy is Well

2006-01-14 - 8:55 a.m.

So here's the skinny:

The techs in the hospital and radiology say the Boy is clear. Given that it means that he's good to go (we still need the provisional blessing from the endocrinologist), I'm very happy and feeling very blessed.

I am also about to start studying for the Patent Bar. I think this will either be very easy for me (I've written a few and I just took a class in patents), or really hard.

I need to do a bunch of work on my journal first draft this weekend, as well. I'm going to start that this afternoon or tomorrow (we're going out with friends), but I'm worried I'll get in that writer's block again (you know, the one I've been in here?).

Spring Break: seven weeks away.

Grades In

2006-01-12 - 6:31 p.m.

This semester is better than last. Worse than the one before. We got back the last two grades. I got a B in both. Sigh.

They aren't bad grades. But they're the classes where I studied what I want to do in law. And I am a little worried the law firm will look poorly on the B's.

Things were rough last semester. Funerals, sick forever and ever. But I only had five classes, one of them Portuguese. Two classes went really well. One of those doesn't count toward my GPA. That's more than a little frustrating. Especially since without it, my GPA dropped a few points.

Oh, well. What can you do, really?

Delurking 2006

2006-01-10 - 1:49 p.m.

Seven hours of classes tomorrow. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Remember when last semester, Wednesdays made me cry? This is another hour on that! There is a two hour break, thank the Lord. However, this was not the plan. The plan was to have six hours of class with three hours of break. This was foiled. By something much worse than that.

The professor who was known as this really good professor passed away. Cancer. And today the Boy got his second injection for his scan this week. The worst is that this man was given a clean bill of health, he had beaten the cancer. And now? I won't say I'm scared the Boy will come back with a positive scan. I'm not. But was this man's family sure he was ok?

It's a crazy world out there, folks. And no, I still don't have my grades. But I have you all being so sweet, and that's what makes me smile.

Also, because it is Sheryl's Official Delurking Week, please say hi!

Quick Update

2006-01-08 - 10:27 p.m.

1) Grades: so far, only two more back. One A and one probably B+. It's a long story involving my faulty memory on what the B+ really is, but it's not that I didn't understand the grading system, I swear. Two more classes to find out about. No, I have NO idea when. Probably for the best.

2) Boy is feeling better. My neck and left shoulder are in a plot to disable me, however. Stupid neck and shoulder! I've got one of those ACE heating pads on my back as I lie down and type this.

3) I am a huge dork and liked "Serenity". The writing was better than was on "Firefly" (it's TRUE, Joss Whedon, like everyone else, benefits from an editor).

4) Chinahand is a stalling bastard. We love him anyway.

5) Miss Zoot is the bomb. She knows why.

Neuroses

2006-01-07 - 3:35 a.m.

So we all know I'm a bit neurotic, right? After all, it's 3:35 a.m., and I only am up because I can't sleep because I don't know my semester grades from LAST FUCKING SEMESTER. YOU PROFESSORS ARE CRUEL, INHUMAN...

Sigh.

I used to have all sorts of problems with my overactive imagination. During the summer, I wouldn't be able to sleep until the sun came up. I'd have my bed lamp on until 5 or 6am, reading books I had read a million times before, listening to the radio really softly because I didn't want to wake my grandparents, and sometimes drawing or writing. As this isn't an uncommon phenomenon in my mom's family, I think the TV in my bedroom might have been for this very purpose.

Why would a 10-year-old be awake at all hours of the night? Part of it would be the monsters my brain would invent (thank you for the help, Christopher Pike, Stephen King, and hell, I'll admit it, even Lillian Jackson Braun sometimes). Part of it would just be rerunning all the stupid mistakes or bad choices I had made in the past (5 years ago? 10? Still a mistake I shouldn't have made). And part of it would be that I just have a mind that doesn't turn off easily.

This past week, I've been sleeping a ton, naps during the day, too. It's like my body knew I was going to do this to it, so it was going to build up a reserve. So instead of trying to sleep when that's not going to happen (and disturbing the Boy, who is still coughing a little), I will write you all a post, and work a bit on my journal article for school and maybe read. Until the sun comes up. And then get dressed and find out my grades. Unless they're STILL NOT UP.

I curse you, law school. Curses!

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