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I am such a shit. I scheduled a tutoring appointment for the same time as my guitar lesson yesterday, and the girl never got my message, so she thought I stood her up. So we set up a makeup date for today - only I forgot about weightlifting class and then I couldn't get in touch with her again! I am such a shit. Actually though, I'm still really sore and I'm all kinds of crampy today, so I think I'll just skip lifting and help her out, then lift on my own tomorrow when I'm less sore and having fewer girly pains. I did send her a message about how I have class though - how good is it going to look when she finds out her tutor is skipping class? Argh. I am such a shit.
Yesterday work was different. We all stayed really late (10:30 - we close at 6) to paint and scrub. I scrubbed the walls in the back room for a long time, then I painted the long wall in the front of the store. It looks really good - I'm proud of myself - but I was hurting so bad. I was really sore from weightlifting the day before - our coach does not understand the concepts of overexertion...we had to do four quad workouts again. I would have gotten it done a lot faster, but I was dragging ass. Luckily, Jeremy was there to help out and keep me company. Everyone else was working in the back room while I was painting out front, so without Jer, I'd have been lonely. He also helped me a lot by laying tarp and taping over the black floor liner thingy, cause it hurt a lot for me to get down really low.
The service engine light is back on in my car. I called my mom about it, and now Jim Price (the car place) wants us to bring it in again. Argh. I am sick of driving the truck. And I don't know what the fuck they're doing with it out there, but my car has six hundred more miles on it than it did when it first died, and I don't think it should have been driven very much....
Some funny things from Dr. Fogarty's class:
We're reading Black Robe (the book to the movie I've watched in every other history class ever) while talking about Europeans in North America and the fur trade. First of all, I don't really dig the movie - it's well done and has historical value, but it's just really boring and really long - but here is a case where the movie is better than the book. The author did all this historical research, and could have written a really great book, but perverted it by trying to make it a best seller or something. It takes place in the seventeenth or eighteenth century (hard to tell), and the Native Americans in the book use words like "fuck" and "shit." First of all, they only have contact with the Jesuit missionaries, who, according to a passage in the book, "wince at such foul language," so there's no way they could have picked up these words, and second of all, those words didn't come into use outside of Germany until after WW2. The whole reason they're curse words at all is because they were German slang and everyone used to hate Germany because of WW2. Argh! Also, there are lots of unnecessarily pornographic passages in the book. For apparently no reason at all (there is no followup to this sentence), when a young girl brushes up against the priest, he feels his penis stiffen. Ok, fine, it probably did happen that way, but why is that necessary information for a historical novel? There's very little sexual tension/attraction or anything in this priest's life...why talk about his penis? I haven't gotten to this part yet, but apparently later in the book there's a passage about someone masturbating. These points are not critical to the story, and it annoys me. Also the author uses the word "Savages" in the narrative, and never "Native Americans" or even "Indians." I can understand using it in dialogue, but why the narrative? So I really hate the author of this book. But something amusing from class, as promised...in the lecture yesterday, Dr. Fogarty was explaining why the Huron Indians came down into the Great Lakes region. And this is, more or less, what he said: "These guys basically came here because they were interested in two things: beaver (pause) and captives." He really emphasized the word "beaver," too. Of course he meant for the furs, but it was so funny the way he said it. I looked around the room to see if anyone else was laughing or holding back laughter like I was. Yep. The guy next to me was bright red and had a huge smirk on his face as he attempted to bury his head behind his arms on his desk. Ha.
Oh. Last thing. I'm wearing my grandmother's monogram pendant again. She left it to me when she died, and I wore it all the time until the chain broke. We had it fixed, but it just broke again like a week later, so I hadn't worn it in a few years. I dug it up recently and bought a chain from work yesterday to wear it on. This makes me happy.
Peace.
Yesterday work was different. We all stayed really late (10:30 - we close at 6) to paint and scrub. I scrubbed the walls in the back room for a long time, then I painted the long wall in the front of the store. It looks really good - I'm proud of myself - but I was hurting so bad. I was really sore from weightlifting the day before - our coach does not understand the concepts of overexertion...we had to do four quad workouts again. I would have gotten it done a lot faster, but I was dragging ass. Luckily, Jeremy was there to help out and keep me company. Everyone else was working in the back room while I was painting out front, so without Jer, I'd have been lonely. He also helped me a lot by laying tarp and taping over the black floor liner thingy, cause it hurt a lot for me to get down really low.
The service engine light is back on in my car. I called my mom about it, and now Jim Price (the car place) wants us to bring it in again. Argh. I am sick of driving the truck. And I don't know what the fuck they're doing with it out there, but my car has six hundred more miles on it than it did when it first died, and I don't think it should have been driven very much....
Some funny things from Dr. Fogarty's class:
We're reading Black Robe (the book to the movie I've watched in every other history class ever) while talking about Europeans in North America and the fur trade. First of all, I don't really dig the movie - it's well done and has historical value, but it's just really boring and really long - but here is a case where the movie is better than the book. The author did all this historical research, and could have written a really great book, but perverted it by trying to make it a best seller or something. It takes place in the seventeenth or eighteenth century (hard to tell), and the Native Americans in the book use words like "fuck" and "shit." First of all, they only have contact with the Jesuit missionaries, who, according to a passage in the book, "wince at such foul language," so there's no way they could have picked up these words, and second of all, those words didn't come into use outside of Germany until after WW2. The whole reason they're curse words at all is because they were German slang and everyone used to hate Germany because of WW2. Argh! Also, there are lots of unnecessarily pornographic passages in the book. For apparently no reason at all (there is no followup to this sentence), when a young girl brushes up against the priest, he feels his penis stiffen. Ok, fine, it probably did happen that way, but why is that necessary information for a historical novel? There's very little sexual tension/attraction or anything in this priest's life...why talk about his penis? I haven't gotten to this part yet, but apparently later in the book there's a passage about someone masturbating. These points are not critical to the story, and it annoys me. Also the author uses the word "Savages" in the narrative, and never "Native Americans" or even "Indians." I can understand using it in dialogue, but why the narrative? So I really hate the author of this book. But something amusing from class, as promised...in the lecture yesterday, Dr. Fogarty was explaining why the Huron Indians came down into the Great Lakes region. And this is, more or less, what he said: "These guys basically came here because they were interested in two things: beaver (pause) and captives." He really emphasized the word "beaver," too. Of course he meant for the furs, but it was so funny the way he said it. I looked around the room to see if anyone else was laughing or holding back laughter like I was. Yep. The guy next to me was bright red and had a huge smirk on his face as he attempted to bury his head behind his arms on his desk. Ha.
Oh. Last thing. I'm wearing my grandmother's monogram pendant again. She left it to me when she died, and I wore it all the time until the chain broke. We had it fixed, but it just broke again like a week later, so I hadn't worn it in a few years. I dug it up recently and bought a chain from work yesterday to wear it on. This makes me happy.
Peace.
