Library computer. Le sigh.
I've decided to use my no-computer downtime to do research for my novel. I spent an hour on the gorgeous third level of Hoover today, searching out pagan books (they have some by the Fararrs!) and then migrating downwards in search of other fairy lore. I got a book by Caitlyn Matthews on 10 Celtic Love Stories that includes a prose version of The Ballad of Tam Lin, and I picked up a dictionary of "Fairies, Hobgoblins, and Other Troublesome Things" called At the Bottom of the Garden by Diane Purkiss. Also, to check out pacing, I picked up another dark faerie-based YA novel, Tithe, by Holly Black, whom I've never heard of. So, with the reading. Yep.
And you know, some Shakespeare plays for class. But that's boring. I like the library when I'm not forced to it for paper purposes-- I can see myself spending more time here to gather thoughts.
Speaking of class, I had a bad morning. Madame Motard-Noar always assigns about two reserves per class period that I don't have the money to photocopy (they average 15-30 pages apiece). And my paper from last week... well. To put it mildly her red-ink commentary ended with "This patronizing sermon is over." No, I'm not kidding. She assigns a three page paper and then says I didn't analyze enough when I'm pushing four pages. I'm at a loss, here. I mean, I know the paper was a bit last minute. You want to give me a B- for that, for technical errors, that's okay. I deserve it. But don't dock me because I met your requirements. I hate how condescending she is. So I sat through an hour-and-a-half class feeling close to tears. Bitch.
Le sigh. I'm going for a walk. Up to the supermarket, to buy more red plums. I need the exercise-- I'm going to keep going to the gym because I've felt like a big, unattractive lump of goo lately. I don't know why, but my self-image has taken a nosedive lately, and it's time to lose some vanity weight. So red plums, it is.
And
paganrose, thank you for your offer. I think I'm still going to take it to the dealer, though. It's not a comment on any percieved competency-- it's just that if I have continuing problems, my insurance will be rendered invalid if someone other than a Best Buy tech has worked on the computer.
Grrgh.
I've decided to use my no-computer downtime to do research for my novel. I spent an hour on the gorgeous third level of Hoover today, searching out pagan books (they have some by the Fararrs!) and then migrating downwards in search of other fairy lore. I got a book by Caitlyn Matthews on 10 Celtic Love Stories that includes a prose version of The Ballad of Tam Lin, and I picked up a dictionary of "Fairies, Hobgoblins, and Other Troublesome Things" called At the Bottom of the Garden by Diane Purkiss. Also, to check out pacing, I picked up another dark faerie-based YA novel, Tithe, by Holly Black, whom I've never heard of. So, with the reading. Yep.
And you know, some Shakespeare plays for class. But that's boring. I like the library when I'm not forced to it for paper purposes-- I can see myself spending more time here to gather thoughts.
Speaking of class, I had a bad morning. Madame Motard-Noar always assigns about two reserves per class period that I don't have the money to photocopy (they average 15-30 pages apiece). And my paper from last week... well. To put it mildly her red-ink commentary ended with "This patronizing sermon is over." No, I'm not kidding. She assigns a three page paper and then says I didn't analyze enough when I'm pushing four pages. I'm at a loss, here. I mean, I know the paper was a bit last minute. You want to give me a B- for that, for technical errors, that's okay. I deserve it. But don't dock me because I met your requirements. I hate how condescending she is. So I sat through an hour-and-a-half class feeling close to tears. Bitch.
Le sigh. I'm going for a walk. Up to the supermarket, to buy more red plums. I need the exercise-- I'm going to keep going to the gym because I've felt like a big, unattractive lump of goo lately. I don't know why, but my self-image has taken a nosedive lately, and it's time to lose some vanity weight. So red plums, it is.
And
paganrose, thank you for your offer. I think I'm still going to take it to the dealer, though. It's not a comment on any percieved competency-- it's just that if I have continuing problems, my insurance will be rendered invalid if someone other than a Best Buy tech has worked on the computer.Grrgh.