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Back at work. Still feel pretty crappy. Nose won't work, sinuses ache. Want heat. Lots of heat (I'm not cold, but heat makes my nose feel better).

( Weekend Report )

Now that I think of it, why do I do these weekend reports? They're not very interesting. Perhaps a cut-tag. Yes.

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People who piss me off #467:

Jackanapes who natter on about "content" in LJs. Especially when it's sent via private email.

Look, shithead. This isn't a literary journal, it's my journal. I'll write whatever I like, whether that's occasional depth, philosophical discussion, or just stupid quizzes all day. If you don't like it, don't read it. It really is that simple. If you don't want to know about my life, then get the frell off the site, nimrod. I didn't ask you here.

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Because I know some people who are not and will not be LJ members are reading this now, I've re-enabled Anonymous posting.

You'll still miss out on some stuff, folks, but I can't help that unless you create an account here.

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Hmm.


So far, I have an A in my algebra class. My second test? B. My homework? Full credit.

Part of this is doubtless that I've done this stuff before, but that isn't all of it -- stuff I never understood I'm getting. I attribute this to three factors:

* This teacher, while boring, is good at explaining things and is a native speaker of English, meaning that I don't have to pierce a veil of non-native accents and wording to get a point, unlike my last three teachers.

* I want to do this. I'm tired of feeling stupid so I'm working my ass off. More importantly, I don't want to be where I am anymore. I need my degree, both for myself and for my future children.

* I think the recent changes in my life were even more important than I thought they were. My personal life was so messed up it was bleeding over into everything else.

I had HORRIBLE study habits. I just didn't really care. Now, I come home and my homework isn't always the first thing I do, but I always get to it by 7pm, and I always finish it. I studied for three hours on the last test, because it had some stuff I wasn't positive on (solving matrices with row operations, and -- scary -- those questions I had no errors on. My errors on that test were elsewhere).

In short ... I'm going to pass this class. And next semester, I will pass Statistics on my first go. And next fall, I will be taking all English and Japanese courses, and SCC will be a thing of my past.

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I got warm fuzzies like you wouldn't believe (as well as happy tears) when I read this entry written by Elizabeth.

I cannot even begin to tell you how much this woman means to me. I mean, sure, I could spin all sorts of flowery language about years of night followed by the new dawn, or maybe spin some old (or new) poetry, or even just tell you that when I see her, it stops me cold and a totally involuntary smile leaps into being. But that's all language, and even though it's all true, it isn't the essence of what makes her special.

With her, a nice evening could be anything from going out to sitting at home playing with the cats, or being geeky, or just sitting together, each of us reading our separate books.

That last one is especially meaningful. We'll each be there, in our own little worlds, and when one of us finds a nice turn of phrase, we'll share it with the other.

There are hundreds of little things that make us perfect for each other, some we know already, some we're still discovering as we go. But the most important is this: We'll keep finding these things.

Until the Stars Grow Cold.