bloodygranuaile

So. Claudia is learning to dislike corporate life. Especially the bit that involves spending about three hours of the day commuting. Add that to the eight-hour work day, and that's eleven hours of the day devoted to the fine cause of cancelling surety bonds. (I still don't even quite know what "surety" means... Dad explained it to me once, but it was a while ago.)

Um, so this narrows down the possible window of time when Mom and I are both home and awake to less than four hours a day, let's say three, since Mom goes to bed so early. It's usually less, either because I'm late for some reason (bloodwork, doctor's appointments, Dad running late, traffic...), or Mom goes out to dinner with someone, or more often both. Which results in, among other things, the only teenager in the world who gets a laptop and four days later still has not touched it. I'm sort of technologically inept and therefore need Mom to help me set the thing up, and so, of course, it hasn't happened yet, and probably won't till Sunday, because nothing that requires two people to be on it at the same time EVER gets done in our house, even when I'm not gone for eleven hours a day.

Also, I'm tired. I slept through the zombie attacks at the Wasteland. I'm annoyed. shadowmanhatta will be even more annoyed.

On the upside, Fast Times at Ridgemont High makes Claudia go :D! Can't believe I'd never seen it before. One of those exceptionally rare movies where the second half is funnier than the first half.

Update:

Rejected from Vassar; waitlisted at Wheaton.





Is it Friday yet?

I AM DONE WITH MY COLLEGE ESSAYS. All... *counts* eight of them.

Whee.

Middlebury essay DONE.

Man, was that an obnoxious prompt. But I'm actually rather pleased with the result. I had to start it all over again today because the first draft started so I couldn't get it to go where it needed it to go, and sounded too pissy. New one includes liberal doses of poking fun at past self which makes it much more readable than first draft. It's amazing how easy essays are to write once you figure out how to start properly.

Everything is more fun if I talk about it with my mother. Including editing these freaking supplementary college essays. I've decided if I never learn how to develop a plot properly, I'll just publish a book of dippy aphorisms culled from conversations with my mother. Or else I'll write a book with a crappy plot but put in a character whose sole role is to spout dippy aphorisms in order to distract the reader from the lack of plotness, a la Oscar Wilde (except that his plots weren't crappy).

Nothing beats my 5-minute synopsis of Beowulf, though. I wish I had that on tape.

Wheaton College has a First-Year Seminar about Beowulf, Wagner's Ring Cycle, and Tolkien.

I've decided I like Wheaton.