Just had the best cell phone conversation with David.
D: Save me a seat in class!
L: What?
D: Save me a seat!
L: You bought a CD?
D: No, save me a seat in class!
L: You have a speech in class?
D: SAVE ME A SEAT
L: Hide and seek? What?
D: Oh my god.... Save me a seat in class
L: Ohhhh!! Of course I'll save you a seat!
The sad thing is that I was being 100% serious & couldn't understand him, he thought I was just messing around. It was an "oh duh" moment when I realized what he meant hahaha.
28 September 2009
16 September 2009
10 September 2009
Test anxiety
I finished my test for anatomy - my chemistry test for anatomy, about 20 minutes ago. I finished a good 15 minutes before anyone else, and as I sat here at a picnic table outside, i can feel the doubts mounting as I wait for class to pick back up again. I only had 4 questions I didn't know straightaway, I checked all my answers twice, and still I am beginning to wonder if I messed up royally. When I turned in my test, my professor asked me if I had skipped a few pages - I was like nope, and I checked all my work!! He just sort of looked at me like he was disapppointed I didn't take more time.
I've been like that for as long as I can remember - nearly always the first one finished with an assignment or test, teachers and professors always annoyed until they figure out that it's how I operate. I just hope I wasn't over-confident today, it would suck to have turned it in so early and not do well. But I didn't rush it, I took my time, I'm just that fast I guess!
Got my short-short story back, in creative writing, the professor really liked it. He only crossed out one line and said that it was more powerful without it in there - he had a point. Said the rest was great. Still debating whether or nontoxic post it here because it is so personal. We'll see.
I've been like that for as long as I can remember - nearly always the first one finished with an assignment or test, teachers and professors always annoyed until they figure out that it's how I operate. I just hope I wasn't over-confident today, it would suck to have turned it in so early and not do well. But I didn't rush it, I took my time, I'm just that fast I guess!
Got my short-short story back, in creative writing, the professor really liked it. He only crossed out one line and said that it was more powerful without it in there - he had a point. Said the rest was great. Still debating whether or nontoxic post it here because it is so personal. We'll see.
09 September 2009
09/09/09
Happy 09/09/09 :)
I really just wanted an excuse to make a blog post today.
I started a new job this past weekend. I'm loving it. I work at a pet boarding place for when people go on vacation, and while there is some poopage to clean up, and kennels to clean, most of my day is spent playing with dogs, walking dogs, snuggling dogs. And I get paid for it which is pretty damn awesome.
For instance, on my first day of work, I fell in love with a Basset Hound who barked so low and sweet that I wanted to take him home with me. Lots of love for Basset Hounds now apparently because I just think they're precious.
Today, I got to play fetch for 20 minutes with two 8-month old golden retrievers. They had so much energy and were such fun dogs. And I threw with my left hand so don't worry, my shoulder is doing fine with the new job.
I went in at 6:45 this morning and they let me go around 9:30 because we only had like, 15 or something dogs today. This past weekend, Labor Day Weekend, we had about 100 according to my manager. Those days I did not get to come home early, haha.
But it works out rather well for me today because I have a chemistry test... in anatomy.. tomorrow. That's far more complicated than I feel like explaining at the moment so I'll just leave you think about how ridiculous that is.
I really just wanted an excuse to make a blog post today.
I started a new job this past weekend. I'm loving it. I work at a pet boarding place for when people go on vacation, and while there is some poopage to clean up, and kennels to clean, most of my day is spent playing with dogs, walking dogs, snuggling dogs. And I get paid for it which is pretty damn awesome.
For instance, on my first day of work, I fell in love with a Basset Hound who barked so low and sweet that I wanted to take him home with me. Lots of love for Basset Hounds now apparently because I just think they're precious.
Today, I got to play fetch for 20 minutes with two 8-month old golden retrievers. They had so much energy and were such fun dogs. And I threw with my left hand so don't worry, my shoulder is doing fine with the new job.
I went in at 6:45 this morning and they let me go around 9:30 because we only had like, 15 or something dogs today. This past weekend, Labor Day Weekend, we had about 100 according to my manager. Those days I did not get to come home early, haha.
But it works out rather well for me today because I have a chemistry test... in anatomy.. tomorrow. That's far more complicated than I feel like explaining at the moment so I'll just leave you think about how ridiculous that is.
05 September 2009
The best view in the world.
This is the end of my street.
Really, this is the end of my street, at sunset, from the back of my horse - everything looks better when you're seeing it through a horse's ears.
I took this picture in Fall 2008, around Thanksgiving.
100 Word Sentence
This was an interesting challenge in Creative Writing, we had to make a sentence that was exactly 100 words - and it had to be one sentence. We could connect it however possible as long as it flowed well and sounded good, he recommend the use of dashes, semicolons, etc. This did not have to be fiction, he recommended that it was something real because it was mostly an exercise in description. He wanted us to paint pictures with it. I thought I would share it with you guys... the people that read my blog... Dave & Mom, mostly, haha.
"When I saw Monty for the first time - his chestnut coat shining in the sun, a wonky shaped star on his forehead, his mane long with tangles and burs, and his ribs showing through his skinny body - I knew I had found my next horse, because there was a sparkle in his eyes; despite the years of abuse and neglect that he had gone through, there was a playful spirit about him - an attitude that suggested his bratty demeanor, and he looked at me as if he was daring me, challenging me to turn him into something more than this."
Now obviously, I took some liberties here. Monty was in excellent condition when I met him for the first time - Cathy, Sam, and everyone at the barn where he was kept had really taken stellar care of him. However when THEY found him he was in the sort of condition described above - after being neglected, covered in fungus, not well taken care of. The bit about his eyes, though - that's real.
A horse's eyes can say a lot about him, if you know what you're looking for. Monty's eyes are mischievous, intelligent, and kind.
He was diagnosed with ringbone two weeks ago - he's got bones growing in his hoof/lower leg in the joints in weird places that make it hurt him to walk. He's been off for what feels like most of the summer but it really has just been August. It isn't very bad, right now, but from my research it seems that there's no cure for it. They can slow down the development and make him comfortable, but it's a very serious sort of thing that will likely shorten his career significantly.
I want to have him forever. When he's too old, or in this new vision, when he's too lame, to be ridden anymore, he's going to live wherever I am. I'll put up a fence and he'll live in the backyard - he can retire happily just like Black Beauty. :)
I took this picture of his forehead sometime in the past year (because I took it with my iPhone, which I've had a little over a year). I'd guess sometime in the fall of 2008 or early 2009. It's one of my favorite pictures of him.
"When I saw Monty for the first time - his chestnut coat shining in the sun, a wonky shaped star on his forehead, his mane long with tangles and burs, and his ribs showing through his skinny body - I knew I had found my next horse, because there was a sparkle in his eyes; despite the years of abuse and neglect that he had gone through, there was a playful spirit about him - an attitude that suggested his bratty demeanor, and he looked at me as if he was daring me, challenging me to turn him into something more than this."
Now obviously, I took some liberties here. Monty was in excellent condition when I met him for the first time - Cathy, Sam, and everyone at the barn where he was kept had really taken stellar care of him. However when THEY found him he was in the sort of condition described above - after being neglected, covered in fungus, not well taken care of. The bit about his eyes, though - that's real.
A horse's eyes can say a lot about him, if you know what you're looking for. Monty's eyes are mischievous, intelligent, and kind.
He was diagnosed with ringbone two weeks ago - he's got bones growing in his hoof/lower leg in the joints in weird places that make it hurt him to walk. He's been off for what feels like most of the summer but it really has just been August. It isn't very bad, right now, but from my research it seems that there's no cure for it. They can slow down the development and make him comfortable, but it's a very serious sort of thing that will likely shorten his career significantly.
I want to have him forever. When he's too old, or in this new vision, when he's too lame, to be ridden anymore, he's going to live wherever I am. I'll put up a fence and he'll live in the backyard - he can retire happily just like Black Beauty. :)
I took this picture of his forehead sometime in the past year (because I took it with my iPhone, which I've had a little over a year). I'd guess sometime in the fall of 2008 or early 2009. It's one of my favorite pictures of him.
01 September 2009
Some Things That Inspire Me
1. Vanessa Carlton's album, Heroes & Thieves
2. Emily's property in Goochland where I (used to) work
3. People I love
When I was first formulating the plotline for my story, and the characters in it, I listened to this album very nearly at all times. Specifically the songs "Heroes & Thieves" and "More Than This," but I'd have the whole album on repeat while I cleaned the stalls. The woods behind her house, that I walked the horses through every day, always felt to me very magical, and it was there that the forest in my story was born. In my head it looks exactly like that - only of course very much larger. The characters in my stories definitely draw inspiration from people I know in real life. One of my largest goals is to make my characters believable - their habits, their flaws, etc. Typically a friend wouldn't necessarily recognize themselves in a character since I mix and match until I get the right combination of traits, but the people who inspire me definitely find their way into the characters.
I did a writing assignment last night instead of going to sleep or studying for my anatomy quiz. We had to make a list, in class, of things that we feared, images we'd never forget, smells we like (or don't like), we had to have at least 5 of everything and there were about 10 different categories. Then the writing exercise was to pull something from the list and write about it. I chose one of my fears - losing the people I love, and combined it with one of the images I'll never forget - seeing my father in the hospital bed. I wrote what my professor calls a "short short story" - just a couple hundred words - but it was incredibly powerful and emotionally exhausting for me. It was about a girl who had just lost her father.
Mom, you'd hate it, I think it's just like those book club books you read that you say you hate because they always end in death. Well this started in death and wasn't long enough to get very far, so I think you'd feel the same way about it.
Except for the fact that it was started by my own fear and memory, the story itself was entirely fiction. I made it all up, but I put so much of myself into it, that I was crying nearly the whole time I wrote it. It was like acting, the way that I pulled it out of myself from darker places, even though none of it was true. David said it was very powerful - I hated every minute of it (immediately regretting that I hadn't just gone to bed before I started) and don't really want to read it to revise it so that I can turn it in on Thursday.
He's the only one that has seen both that story and what I've got so far of my novel, and I think he preferred the writing in this short story. I will post it here once my professor has had a chance to grade it. I definitely prefer the writing process of the novel - fun, instead of a chore - but I think there's got to be a balance. A way to use the characters and story I love, but with the same moving writing style of the other story. It'll just be a matter of finding a way to do it.
2. Emily's property in Goochland where I (used to) work
3. People I love
When I was first formulating the plotline for my story, and the characters in it, I listened to this album very nearly at all times. Specifically the songs "Heroes & Thieves" and "More Than This," but I'd have the whole album on repeat while I cleaned the stalls. The woods behind her house, that I walked the horses through every day, always felt to me very magical, and it was there that the forest in my story was born. In my head it looks exactly like that - only of course very much larger. The characters in my stories definitely draw inspiration from people I know in real life. One of my largest goals is to make my characters believable - their habits, their flaws, etc. Typically a friend wouldn't necessarily recognize themselves in a character since I mix and match until I get the right combination of traits, but the people who inspire me definitely find their way into the characters.
I did a writing assignment last night instead of going to sleep or studying for my anatomy quiz. We had to make a list, in class, of things that we feared, images we'd never forget, smells we like (or don't like), we had to have at least 5 of everything and there were about 10 different categories. Then the writing exercise was to pull something from the list and write about it. I chose one of my fears - losing the people I love, and combined it with one of the images I'll never forget - seeing my father in the hospital bed. I wrote what my professor calls a "short short story" - just a couple hundred words - but it was incredibly powerful and emotionally exhausting for me. It was about a girl who had just lost her father.
Mom, you'd hate it, I think it's just like those book club books you read that you say you hate because they always end in death. Well this started in death and wasn't long enough to get very far, so I think you'd feel the same way about it.
Except for the fact that it was started by my own fear and memory, the story itself was entirely fiction. I made it all up, but I put so much of myself into it, that I was crying nearly the whole time I wrote it. It was like acting, the way that I pulled it out of myself from darker places, even though none of it was true. David said it was very powerful - I hated every minute of it (immediately regretting that I hadn't just gone to bed before I started) and don't really want to read it to revise it so that I can turn it in on Thursday.
He's the only one that has seen both that story and what I've got so far of my novel, and I think he preferred the writing in this short story. I will post it here once my professor has had a chance to grade it. I definitely prefer the writing process of the novel - fun, instead of a chore - but I think there's got to be a balance. A way to use the characters and story I love, but with the same moving writing style of the other story. It'll just be a matter of finding a way to do it.
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