How can such a short essay be such a massive problem?! I have a clear thesis and everything! It's 1,750 words. It's by no means a long essay... but it's making my brain explode. If it wasn't worth a quarter of my mark I think I'd seriously consider not doing it just to be done with it already. But I have to do it, and it's due today. As in this is the very last fucking day to hand it in without extreme penalty (that I cannot afford markswise).
Dear essay word Gods. Here is your goat. I have sacrificed much to you. I humbly ask that you grace me with a completed essay that doesn't suck.
Sincerely,
Wicked
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
The Things I forget To Post
The things is, I write snippets of things all the time. Sometimes they end up on this blog. Sometimes I revisit them and decide, "Mmm, no. Not gonna do it, wouldn't be prudent."* Sometimes I just lose them. Didn't mean to, but there you have it. If I'm lucky, I find it later. Like this one, which I wrote sometime during the semester's end. Here you go, in all its unfinished glory. :)
*Given the things I do deem to be postable, can you imagine what it must take to make something unpostable? For me?! Inconceivable!
**Would have been post title.
For Your Amusement and Edification While I'm Busy Plunging Into the Soul Sucking Vortex of Exams, Stress and Sleep Deprivation**
I can't remember where I saw it now, but some blog had a bunch of people pissing and moaning over the “state of language today.” * rolls eyes * Yea, because language has always been such a static thing up until now. Jesus.
One of the words they hated people using was actually. Apparently it irritates them to no end.
I use that word.
I use that word because I live in a world where I have to clarify these things. For ex. “That's actually interesting.”
Person A: “So then I told him he could jolly well jump off a bridge and get stung by hornets. Can you believe he said that to me?!”
What Person B says out loud: “That's interesting.”
What Person B was really thinking: “Oh my sweet fuck. Will you just shut up, I have a bottle of hard liquor and a STD I could be catching right now.”
Shit, I was going somewhere with this. Next up was an example with me using the word. It was funny, but I can't remember it now because:
I haven't been sleeping lately, I only have 20 pages finished of a 120+ page script, exams to study for, and I'm up at 5:45am every morning and I'm most definitely not a morning person.***
So, that was my blast to the past. Hope you enjoyed it, I know I did. Now I leave you with this strange image I wrote down somewhere around 3 am last night and can't draw myself, but totally would if I could. But might yet someday if I ever learn that there drawrin' thang.
A polar bear enjoying a nice, fresh croissant.
*Given the things I do deem to be postable, can you imagine what it must take to make something unpostable? For me?! Inconceivable!
**Would have been post title.
***And no, I won't fucking adjust eventually and the next person who suggests such a profoundly stupid and irritating thing gets their teeth shoved through their liver while I punch a pepperoni through their skull. Some people's circadian rhythms are naturally tuned to night, just like some people's are tuned to morning (with the majority being a little later in the day, but not the godawful early of “morning people"). There's piles of literature on it. Read it. Know it. Stop being a dick.****
****Goodness gracious I was angry there! Or at least grumpy. And clearly sleep-deprived. And tired of being told "You'll adjust to mornings."
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
SQUEE! Wherein I Tell You Good Things About Myself
Got Final portfolio and marks back for script class.
B+/A- on final script. A- overall grade!
Considering the year I've had and the crazy, crazy non-stop problems, I am very happy with this.
Also got some awesome praise from teacher (not an easy woman to please.) She said my script was very funny! She said I have a really good instinct for comedy, when to back a joke off and when to push it farther. SQUEEEE! She said that I should definitely write more comedy and get my work out there! She said she'd like to see it when it's finished. She also hoped I'd try my hand at theatre again as she liked the way I use visuals in it. She is not just blowing sunshine up my ass. :)
She said more, but I'm too happy to remember it all. Which is good, because I definitely bombed my English Lit exam and possibly the course. Not bombed as in failed (god, I hope I didn't fail the course. I definitely did shit on the exam.), but bombed as in, I'll be happy to have passed this one.
I think I'm sitting good on psych, I did better on my final exam than I thought I would, but not as well as I wanted to and my otherwise stellar mark for that course took a hit from it. Instead of an A/A+, I probably got dropped down to a B of some sort, probably low. Which fucks my GPA up even further (and it was such a pretty GPA too) and irritates me to no end. Booo. Grrr.
Still, barring Lit class I should be sitting at all As and Bs of some sort. And I am trying to be happy with that and put it into proper context. This year really was hell. Every aspect of life got pounded and upturned and fucked around basically nonstop (none of which I put up here cause lets face it, no one likes to read that shit). So, to pull those kinds of marks off despite that, despite the frequent crushing loneliness of not having my lifemate here, despite the learning issues, despite working, fuck yea, I'll take my victory.
B+/A- on final script. A- overall grade!
Considering the year I've had and the crazy, crazy non-stop problems, I am very happy with this.
Also got some awesome praise from teacher (not an easy woman to please.) She said my script was very funny! She said I have a really good instinct for comedy, when to back a joke off and when to push it farther. SQUEEEE! She said that I should definitely write more comedy and get my work out there! She said she'd like to see it when it's finished. She also hoped I'd try my hand at theatre again as she liked the way I use visuals in it. She is not just blowing sunshine up my ass. :)
She said more, but I'm too happy to remember it all. Which is good, because I definitely bombed my English Lit exam and possibly the course. Not bombed as in failed (god, I hope I didn't fail the course. I definitely did shit on the exam.), but bombed as in, I'll be happy to have passed this one.
I think I'm sitting good on psych, I did better on my final exam than I thought I would, but not as well as I wanted to and my otherwise stellar mark for that course took a hit from it. Instead of an A/A+, I probably got dropped down to a B of some sort, probably low. Which fucks my GPA up even further (and it was such a pretty GPA too) and irritates me to no end. Booo. Grrr.
Still, barring Lit class I should be sitting at all As and Bs of some sort. And I am trying to be happy with that and put it into proper context. This year really was hell. Every aspect of life got pounded and upturned and fucked around basically nonstop (none of which I put up here cause lets face it, no one likes to read that shit). So, to pull those kinds of marks off despite that, despite the frequent crushing loneliness of not having my lifemate here, despite the learning issues, despite working, fuck yea, I'll take my victory.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Can Stop Now.
Life has been piling the shit on me lately. The pit is deep. The shovel doing the piling is large.
Finally realized exhaustion is from nasty, nasty mold problem I've been fighting (in my house) without even knowing it.
Losing battle.
As in, I can't get rid of it (think it's not just in my room), and symptoms getting worse and worse. Need to move, but everything's so up in the air I don't know if I should be looking for somewhere here or Nanaimo where I'll be attending school come Sept.(assuming the strike ever ends...) Exhaustion, memory problems and other severe allergic reactions I'm having are making this last push on finals and projects crazy hard. It's like waking up to slow asphyxiation every fucking morning with my face swollen and sinus/breathing passages all swollen, blocked and tender.
Can't plan summer at all. Not even one tiny bit. Not helping.
This has been one hell of a fucking year so far. Even since July*. Trying to stay positive, but I'm worn down and beyond tired. Which I keep saying, because it's true, but because I keep dragging along the ground people keep dismissing it. Maybe I should collapse?
I am more than ready for things to 180 on me and get awesome. MORE THAN READY.
I feel bad. I've posted virtually nothing funny as of late. Hopefully soon.
* Edited because I am tired and it took me a few days to realize that the last few months of old job in old province were equally hellish, just in different ways. Worse ways because I wasn't doing what I loved.
Finally realized exhaustion is from nasty, nasty mold problem I've been fighting (in my house) without even knowing it.
Losing battle.
As in, I can't get rid of it (think it's not just in my room), and symptoms getting worse and worse. Need to move, but everything's so up in the air I don't know if I should be looking for somewhere here or Nanaimo where I'll be attending school come Sept.(assuming the strike ever ends...) Exhaustion, memory problems and other severe allergic reactions I'm having are making this last push on finals and projects crazy hard. It's like waking up to slow asphyxiation every fucking morning with my face swollen and sinus/breathing passages all swollen, blocked and tender.
Can't plan summer at all. Not even one tiny bit. Not helping.
This has been one hell of a fucking year so far. Even since July*. Trying to stay positive, but I'm worn down and beyond tired. Which I keep saying, because it's true, but because I keep dragging along the ground people keep dismissing it. Maybe I should collapse?
I am more than ready for things to 180 on me and get awesome. MORE THAN READY.
I feel bad. I've posted virtually nothing funny as of late. Hopefully soon.
* Edited because I am tired and it took me a few days to realize that the last few months of old job in old province were equally hellish, just in different ways. Worse ways because I wasn't doing what I loved.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Time Keeps On Slippin' Slippin' Slippin'
And I have no idea where it goes except to say that I have been swamped with homework. Swamped. Swaaaaamped. Also, my wrists hurt like hell because of the ass shit setup here for my comp so I am having to baby them. which is hard to do when you have umpteen assignments due.
My film script is making my brain explode with frustration. Oh yea, so I forgot to mention that I've got to get a full or feature length film script done and I have one semester to do it. Now you know.
I had an idea I was really hoping to use, but the world building, which is absolutely crucial to the plot and characters, eludes me. Not all of it, but enough that I am at a standstill.
So I came up with a different idea. A western revenge thing with some light supernatural influence.
Also at a standstill (not because of world building).
So is it the concepts, or the brain? At this point my money's on brain all the way.
Fucking brain.
My film script is making my brain explode with frustration. Oh yea, so I forgot to mention that I've got to get a full or feature length film script done and I have one semester to do it. Now you know.
I had an idea I was really hoping to use, but the world building, which is absolutely crucial to the plot and characters, eludes me. Not all of it, but enough that I am at a standstill.
So I came up with a different idea. A western revenge thing with some light supernatural influence.
Also at a standstill (not because of world building).
So is it the concepts, or the brain? At this point my money's on brain all the way.
Fucking brain.
Monday, December 13, 2010
I Am A Wild Party
Ladies and gentlemen, I am done for the semester! Boo Ya!
Time to slide into a hedonistic debauchery of video games and, ah, writing. Yes. I am just that exciting.
Time to slide into a hedonistic debauchery of video games and, ah, writing. Yes. I am just that exciting.
Friday, December 3, 2010
It Is Done
My final short story is done. 19 pages. 6,500 word or so. Not bad, not bad at all. And might I even be so brazen as to suggest it is a pleasant read?
I am actually proud of it, something I can't say happens as often as it probably should. I dug deep and hit a new level of editing on it, which I am also happy and proud of.
Is it perfect? Hardly so, but it is as good as I can make it currently and that is better than anything else I've produced to date, so I will take my hard-earned victory and enjoy it.
Now, if only I can make my final script and major research essay (among others) as snazzy, I will surely end this semester exhausted, but pleased.
Totally unrelated note (or maybe it is, who knows! I should probably monitor these things more closely) my dreams have been awesome lately.
I am actually proud of it, something I can't say happens as often as it probably should. I dug deep and hit a new level of editing on it, which I am also happy and proud of.
Is it perfect? Hardly so, but it is as good as I can make it currently and that is better than anything else I've produced to date, so I will take my hard-earned victory and enjoy it.
Now, if only I can make my final script and major research essay (among others) as snazzy, I will surely end this semester exhausted, but pleased.
Totally unrelated note (or maybe it is, who knows! I should probably monitor these things more closely) my dreams have been awesome lately.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Draft Back
Revisions to begin. Hoo, boy. This should be interesting.
I am tired folks. The semester can end any time now. My brain is fried.
On the plus side, delving this deep into this particular story has me ignoring homework to work on organizing one of my long drafts. Er, not that ignoring homework is good. That's bad, m'kay, but the organizing and writing is good.
What's also interesting is that my dreams are starting to come back as well, and get back to their usual, wacky selves. I missed you guys!
Oh yea, I got my script back too. "A" baby. YEA! Iz so happy and proud. Iz learnin'! An educated is me!
I am tired folks. The semester can end any time now. My brain is fried.
On the plus side, delving this deep into this particular story has me ignoring homework to work on organizing one of my long drafts. Er, not that ignoring homework is good. That's bad, m'kay, but the organizing and writing is good.
What's also interesting is that my dreams are starting to come back as well, and get back to their usual, wacky selves. I missed you guys!
Oh yea, I got my script back too. "A" baby. YEA! Iz so happy and proud. Iz learnin'! An educated is me!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Odds and Sods
Going The Distance is a fantastic fucking movie. I laughed so hard, so many times. One to own. "Tastes like poison!"
Less than a month left in the semester. Holy shit, where did the time go? So many assignments left! So little time in which to get them done! Every time I turn around I've lost a month's worth of time somehow.
If You Run by Boxer Rebellion. Also fantastic.
Turns out my script prof will be teaching the next level of the course next semester. I talked to her and she very enthusiastically has allowed me to take one of my short ideas and expand on it with every assignment next semester. Basically by the time both courses are done, I'll have almost a full length movie scripted out. I am simultaneously very excited, and daunted by the task I've assigned myself. Wild West Steampunk (also known as Weird West) with some extra twists folks. Can't wait.
If they ever get around to offering the next fiction work-shopping course I'm going to ask to do the same for that. There's no way I'll get a book done, by any means, but I might be able to get a significant chunk of one knocked off.
Still looking for a beginner's drawing class. Haven't given up on that. Still wish I had a fucking artist for the webcomic idea(s) swimming in my brain.
I wish I had something funny to write, but there's been a dearth of funny lately.
Maybe I need to have a life like this woman's: http://thebloggess.com/
On second thought. No. No I don't.
Less than a month left in the semester. Holy shit, where did the time go? So many assignments left! So little time in which to get them done! Every time I turn around I've lost a month's worth of time somehow.
If You Run by Boxer Rebellion. Also fantastic.
Turns out my script prof will be teaching the next level of the course next semester. I talked to her and she very enthusiastically has allowed me to take one of my short ideas and expand on it with every assignment next semester. Basically by the time both courses are done, I'll have almost a full length movie scripted out. I am simultaneously very excited, and daunted by the task I've assigned myself. Wild West Steampunk (also known as Weird West) with some extra twists folks. Can't wait.
If they ever get around to offering the next fiction work-shopping course I'm going to ask to do the same for that. There's no way I'll get a book done, by any means, but I might be able to get a significant chunk of one knocked off.
Still looking for a beginner's drawing class. Haven't given up on that. Still wish I had a fucking artist for the webcomic idea(s) swimming in my brain.
I wish I had something funny to write, but there's been a dearth of funny lately.
Maybe I need to have a life like this woman's: http://thebloggess.com/
On second thought. No. No I don't.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Speaking of Writing
Handed in the rough draft of my longest story yet for class. Waiting to get critique back so I can fix it because I already know it needs work. I hate handing in anything that unfinished, but, well, it was a rough draft and all.
Don't you hate it when you flat out know you missed the mark on something you were trying to accomplish?
Also, 12 pages. Very cool. Cut down from 14. Though, I might have to add to it instead of taking more away.
Really wish they were offering the next level in the course during winter. Would really like to keep the momentum going.
Also, total aside here, the migraines need to stop. They make it impossible to concentrate.
Don't you hate it when you flat out know you missed the mark on something you were trying to accomplish?
Also, 12 pages. Very cool. Cut down from 14. Though, I might have to add to it instead of taking more away.
Really wish they were offering the next level in the course during winter. Would really like to keep the momentum going.
Also, total aside here, the migraines need to stop. They make it impossible to concentrate.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Miscellaneous School Blatherings
Classes are going well. I'm taking a fiction writing workshop, a scriptwriting workshop and the requisite English class.
I was taking an art class and looking forward to learning to draw thankyouverymuch, but that is no more. It's mostly about painting and drawing shit that is way beyond me. This saddens me. I spent the first class being told to paint whatever. So there I am painting Pacman and getting it wrong while the goddamn girl next to me is doing fucking fully rendered shit. then we get the course syllabus and they're all "draw interpretations of so-and-so's art" and I'm all "please tell me how to hold the fucking pencil without stabbing myself in the eye." Incompatible!
So I'm on the hunt for a real beginner's art class, which the college doesn't have so I've had to broaden my horizons out to other potential schools and even local art stores. Maybe I will keep you posted, maybe I won't. That's the beauty of this place, you never know.
But seriously, the work-shopping classes are going well so far. The scriptwriting one is way out of my comfort zone, I don't even know how to write a script, but I'm learning and enjoying and that was the whole point of taking them.
I had more, but I've lost my train of thought.
I may have an "essay I'm not allowed to write" coming up soon based off a play we have to read for script class. We'll see. My homework load is insane.
I was taking an art class and looking forward to learning to draw thankyouverymuch, but that is no more. It's mostly about painting and drawing shit that is way beyond me. This saddens me. I spent the first class being told to paint whatever. So there I am painting Pacman and getting it wrong while the goddamn girl next to me is doing fucking fully rendered shit. then we get the course syllabus and they're all "draw interpretations of so-and-so's art" and I'm all "please tell me how to hold the fucking pencil without stabbing myself in the eye." Incompatible!
So I'm on the hunt for a real beginner's art class, which the college doesn't have so I've had to broaden my horizons out to other potential schools and even local art stores. Maybe I will keep you posted, maybe I won't. That's the beauty of this place, you never know.
But seriously, the work-shopping classes are going well so far. The scriptwriting one is way out of my comfort zone, I don't even know how to write a script, but I'm learning and enjoying and that was the whole point of taking them.
I had more, but I've lost my train of thought.
I may have an "essay I'm not allowed to write" coming up soon based off a play we have to read for script class. We'll see. My homework load is insane.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Unbounced
I am a thoroughly unbounced Tigger and now have a hard choice to make regarding the course I'm taking. Fucking hell.
Not happy. Not happy a tall. I had forgotten how much I dislike the one-size-fits-all teaching methods commonly employed by teachers and vaunted as "the only way to do things." I know that not every teacher in every institution feels/acts this way, but the ones that don't are definitely the minority and I applaud them for daring to think differently. I have long said that the educational system needs a revamp from the ground up. I guess I'm saying it again.
:(
Not happy. Not happy a tall. I had forgotten how much I dislike the one-size-fits-all teaching methods commonly employed by teachers and vaunted as "the only way to do things." I know that not every teacher in every institution feels/acts this way, but the ones that don't are definitely the minority and I applaud them for daring to think differently. I have long said that the educational system needs a revamp from the ground up. I guess I'm saying it again.
:(