Portrait of the Godzilla as a Young Kaiju

Heya Gang. Can you guess what we're reading in Lit? Knowing me I've already mentioned it.. anyhow, we're reading Joyce right now. Thank goodness it's only Portrait. I can't imagine if we actually had to read Ulysses or Finnegan's Wake (spelling on both of those may be off). We've got excerpts from both in our text and boy -- they may be very amazing as experimental novels, but I'll stick with something that's not so stream of conscious but a little more linnear.

Now, I'd like to note for all my complaining about this class, I do have to report, that as much as I stress over this class, I'm doing fine. I have missed 12 out of 400 points as of yet. We have one more essay and our final. I am sure I'll stress about those just as much. I suspect that putting as much effort in as I did will grant similar results. What a lot of work though. 1½ to 2 hours per double spaced page. Maybe that's normal, but then I haven't had to work that hard on a paper in a long, long time until this class.

The fellow who sits behind me is doing the same thing I am... working on the transerrable AA to go into English (Linguistics) at ASU. Too bad neither of us has much time after Lit cause we both have classes, but so far he's given me some good advice as he's further along than I am in the process.

Now if only Japanese would click this term. It's kickin my tush. Doesn't seem to matter how much sense it makes in class, or when I'm going through my workbook pages, she hands out the test and I wonder what I've been doing for the last 4-6 weeks. First term wasn't nearly so rough... and I can't figure why.

Future Studies hasn't been bad, but it's still just strange. A total lack of structure. We just sit and gab about things, or are gabbed at as the case may be. I just wish there was more structure to it because I think it would help most of the class, if in no other way than participation. He cancelled class Friday, guess he's got a flight or somesuch, so tomorrow I've just got Japanese. Friday is also our day when we try and get together our study group (one of many). It's great, everything makes sense then too. We've got a speech we're going to present to class in a couple of weeks. I need to get memorizing that too. Least it'll be fun, it's about scuba diving. I think I disappointed my teacher today when I told her I was less interested in speaking Japanese than learning to read and write it. She really looked kind of pained. I wonder why it is that speaking is so important to her. I would think reading and writing it would be more so since it not only had to deal with all the grammar but has all the kanji and whatnot. *shrug*

Don't forget conference this weekend... and so many of you have to change your clocks! Muahahah! AZ is worth living in, if for no other reason, than not falling prey to the idiocy of Daylight Savings.

Until Godzilla Stomps Again!

~G

I Was Dancin' With My Baby In Summer Rain

Okay, so it's not quite summer, and the rain seems to have stopped, though it's been a very, very wet year so far... but things are good. Katrina can sing about "Walkin' on sunshine" all she wants.

SPRING BREAK! Booyakalaka!

Though I do have homework, and have even done some of it, I am very thankful this week is spring break. I needed a few days off from killing myself over school. Though death seems to keep knocking on my door. I tell ya, invite him over for a ginger beer once and he never leaves a alone.

The story goes -- took the car in for some repairs. New seat as mine was shredding, the boots on the axle needed replacing, oil change, my back window, driver's side mirror... all things that keep the car running and make it more safe really... which is why I was willing to spend student loan money on it. So I pack up the bike (which hasn't been used nearly as much as it should have been) and head over to the shop. Figure the library at school will be open for a while, even during spring break (and I was right). Drop the car off, expect no later than 3pm to have it done. I go work on hw and stuff and by 3... not done. Tired of spending 50 cents on 5 second phone calls so I just rode back to the shop after the last hour... at ¼ past 4 the shop is closed up. Oh crud. So I resign myself to it and start pedaling.

I managed to ride all the way home (well I walked some of it cause my tush got very, very sore). I guess I can make a 12 mile ride in a day. I was beat, sore, and a bit grumpy, but alive. So I called the shop and wouldn't ya know at like 6 he answers the phone. My car's done. Zoinks. After I made the ride home. He had gone to the bank. Of all the looney things. Anyhow, he came and picked me up so I did get my car back, but blast I made the ride for nothing. Surprisingly enough -- two days later I am not lying in traction... I am a little stiff, but not nearly as bad as I expected to be.

So this week, aside from the remaining HW, I have to get the car reregistered, taxes done, insurance paid, and slip out to Phoenix about a job. I should be able to do all of that in the next couple of days. *nods*

Time to get back to enjoying my vacation a bit....

Hasta!

~G

And strangled her. No pain felt she;

No, no, I am not confessing to a crime, because I have not committed any I am aware of. I am just feeling a bit like Porphyria at the moment. I actually tried to write almost 2 weeks ago and the lovely vagaries of computers, blogspot and my own idiocy killed my message and I was not in the mood to write it anew.

Since then I've been somewhat behind the 8-ball (when am I not?) with school. Due tomorrow is my second English essay. I just finished another chunk of it which is why I am here. I could certainly write more at the moment, but needed a break from thinking about Browning and his poetry. Of course Thursday is our mid-term. I have started that, but being the total idjit that I can be at times, instead of actually writing anything this weekend (or more last week) I thought about it, and thought about it and well... thought about it. In my defense I did some research into my topics to get an idea of what I want to write and I am glad I did at least that much. Being under the gun this week, however, I realize how foolish I was not to actually sit down and write, even the one goal I did set for it I didn't reach.

So why moan about it? Well because I can and I am halfway done with the essay due tomorrow (minus the Works Cited). I am pleased as punch about this. I do hope the last half goes as well. I have one more supporting argument to make. Then time to write the intro and conclusion. Not now I normally write a paper, but I thought I'd give it a shot. Admittedly, it's pretty strange.

It's going to be a busy week with finishing that, the mid-term as well as my Japanese homework. Of course it never seems to end. Next week is Spring Break, which is good, because I'll have plenty of things to do over that period. If nothing else we've got the first third of Joyce's Portrait of the Artist to read. Never having read it, I have no clue how difficult that will be. We are doing speeches in Japanese. So we have to write them, get them corrected, revise them, turn them in and memorize them. That's right, no notes or anything. Zoinks. Should prove to be interesting. I am going to do my on scuba diving I think.

Other things that have to get done this month -- car insurance, car registration (emissions testing, blah!), job hunting (need to get out to Phx and fill out an app at the company that does security for Michael's dental school), and all kinds of other craziness. I suppose I could hit the job on Spring Break, that would give me this week hit the books hard. Alas, the longer I wait, the more debt it seems I accrue. So I do need to get on that, and how.

Well I think I'm going to try and grab a bite before class. Cross your fingers, wish me luck, sacrifce some floppy disks to the disk drive dieties, or whatever it is you do. I'm going to need it.

~G