LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMMIT! *angry face*
Ever have one of those days where nothing terribly spectacular happened to you but you wound up stressed out because of stuff happening to other people that indirectly affected you? @_@ That was today.
It didn't start out too bad, actually. I woke up nice and late, having gone to bed past four last night (though I can't remember why I was up so late for the life of me). I played online for a bit, but then Ingrid decided she was ready for the first bit of her GED diagnostic exam. That's right, I'm back in the tutoring habit, and for free. :::grumble::: I set to work typing up everything in the book because I didn't want to stay there and babysit her while she read from the book and I'm sure she didn't want to either. I had other things to do. I didn't finish, so I wound up having to babysit her for about half an hour. At least she didn't do too badly. She split everything down the middle: half right, half wrong. Her essay managed a 2 out of 4. But I went on and did other things.
When I was done with those -- or more accurately, when my mom interrupted me -- I was recruited to review her homework for her ASL class. She had to write a page about why deaf people have the habit of being nosy. She wrote something yesterday, and I made all sorts of marks across the page (including one saying that she never answered the question, just sort of danced around it), and then explained it all to her so that she understood, CONSTANTLY asking if she did, and if I was being to harsh with her. She understood, and no, I wasn't being harsh. Okay. I did a good thing. I took one look at today's work and it was almost the exact. Same. Thing. Two paragraphs were switched around, one was taken out, a new sentence was added, but it was just about the same, and she still hadn't answered the question. Now I know how teachers and professors feel when we bullshit. -_-!! I don't know HOW she thought it was an improvement. Instead of leaving it up to her to correct herself, I wrote a short blurb going into detail on what I thought she was trying to say. She thought it was the best thing ever and wanted me to "correct" the rest of her paper in such a fashion. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's blatant plaigiarism. I had half a mind to do it and write "This paper was plaigiarised. (Insert Mom's name here) did not write this paper." in the middle of a paragraph somewhere, where you'd only catch it if you read the thing through, not on a glance. I decided against it because my mom would have my head for pulling such a stunt, say I have an "attitude" or something and such. I don't need that aggravation. I just typed it out as it was given to me (bad grammar, punctuation, structure and all) and printed it. I'm not writing any shit for her. But I didn't need the trouble of looking it over. She's a grown-ass woman. She should know how to write.
(And what nerve she had to tell me I'd spelt "behaviour" wrong.... just cuz I have the habit of spelling it the British way. I do that with a couple of other words, too... "realize" and "oestrogen" sometimes (though I'm more likely to spell "realize" the American way, as I just demonstrated, lol) and "foetus". They just look more right to me.)
Speaking of writing, I probably won't be doing any of that for a LOOOOONG time. Olua IMed me this afternoon and told me that she and Marlene didn't go to school today because they got wasted: wasted to the point where it wasn't even fun anymore. Marlene got sick, Olua almost did, and she listed all the stuff they had, which I don't remember (AIM froze when I got a strange IM whilst in a Vinny chat -- thanks, Frank -- so I had to shut it down). So later on this evening, Olua called me all frantic-like because she found out Marlene was in the hospital. Marlene's mother had stopped by and was discussing things with Olua's mom. Olua blames herself for the whole thing happening. I tried to explain to her that it was Marlene's fault, too, because it wasn't as though Olua had tied Marlene to a chair and stuck a funnel in her mouth. But I kept telling Olua that Marlene was bad news..... They've skipped too much school on her account, and Olua PROMISED me she wouldn't do that any more. I feel stupid for believing her because she's broken lots of promises... at least now I know what one is truly worth.
Hell yes I'm angry at her, but at the same time sympathetic. I want Marlene to be all right, but I want her to learn a lesson. Olua's scared shitless. She lost Adi not a month ago. :/ That puts things in a different light.
I won't be writing because Olua got horribly grounded. No phone, no internet, yada yada yada, leave the house when her mother leaves, come home from school, do homework, get to bed. My inspiration is gone. And I was going to play and write fluff tonight. I haven't written in ages, I need to get something out -- and that damned one-shot hit a brick wall because I'm not clever enough -- and now, nothing. I miss Wendy. I wrote so much just by sitting next to her.... But nothing, now. I don't know when I'll speak to Olua again. I won't even know when she sneaks online because she's been ghosting for a little over a month now. Bitch.
Oh! And then Phill's stopping by tomorrow! I told him it was okay to come visit before any of this happened. And I can't back out now because it's been ages since I've seen him last, and I can NOT tell him no. It wouldn't be fair to him, especially not after this weekend. I can't not be fair to him.
So those are my burdens. I'm in a less-than-great mood and I'm starving because we're poor and there's no food in the house (nothing of edible quality, at least). I hate this.... I wanna get out of here.
To balance out the bad, there's a tiny fragment of good. I decided to give Nanaca†Crash another shot and I did spectactularly well. Check it out:
Height: 365.11m
Distance: 12279.56m
And as great as those numbers are, I'm upset that they're a bit too short to be eligible for the records page. Goddammit. But... "today's over and I'm still here, which means I won." --Katie, Count Your Sheep. ^_^ Time to go post birthday wishes on four people's Facebook walls.
It didn't start out too bad, actually. I woke up nice and late, having gone to bed past four last night (though I can't remember why I was up so late for the life of me). I played online for a bit, but then Ingrid decided she was ready for the first bit of her GED diagnostic exam. That's right, I'm back in the tutoring habit, and for free. :::grumble::: I set to work typing up everything in the book because I didn't want to stay there and babysit her while she read from the book and I'm sure she didn't want to either. I had other things to do. I didn't finish, so I wound up having to babysit her for about half an hour. At least she didn't do too badly. She split everything down the middle: half right, half wrong. Her essay managed a 2 out of 4. But I went on and did other things.
When I was done with those -- or more accurately, when my mom interrupted me -- I was recruited to review her homework for her ASL class. She had to write a page about why deaf people have the habit of being nosy. She wrote something yesterday, and I made all sorts of marks across the page (including one saying that she never answered the question, just sort of danced around it), and then explained it all to her so that she understood, CONSTANTLY asking if she did, and if I was being to harsh with her. She understood, and no, I wasn't being harsh. Okay. I did a good thing. I took one look at today's work and it was almost the exact. Same. Thing. Two paragraphs were switched around, one was taken out, a new sentence was added, but it was just about the same, and she still hadn't answered the question. Now I know how teachers and professors feel when we bullshit. -_-!! I don't know HOW she thought it was an improvement. Instead of leaving it up to her to correct herself, I wrote a short blurb going into detail on what I thought she was trying to say. She thought it was the best thing ever and wanted me to "correct" the rest of her paper in such a fashion. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's blatant plaigiarism. I had half a mind to do it and write "This paper was plaigiarised. (Insert Mom's name here) did not write this paper." in the middle of a paragraph somewhere, where you'd only catch it if you read the thing through, not on a glance. I decided against it because my mom would have my head for pulling such a stunt, say I have an "attitude" or something and such. I don't need that aggravation. I just typed it out as it was given to me (bad grammar, punctuation, structure and all) and printed it. I'm not writing any shit for her. But I didn't need the trouble of looking it over. She's a grown-ass woman. She should know how to write.
(And what nerve she had to tell me I'd spelt "behaviour" wrong.... just cuz I have the habit of spelling it the British way. I do that with a couple of other words, too... "realize" and "oestrogen" sometimes (though I'm more likely to spell "realize" the American way, as I just demonstrated, lol) and "foetus". They just look more right to me.)
Speaking of writing, I probably won't be doing any of that for a LOOOOONG time. Olua IMed me this afternoon and told me that she and Marlene didn't go to school today because they got wasted: wasted to the point where it wasn't even fun anymore. Marlene got sick, Olua almost did, and she listed all the stuff they had, which I don't remember (AIM froze when I got a strange IM whilst in a Vinny chat -- thanks, Frank -- so I had to shut it down). So later on this evening, Olua called me all frantic-like because she found out Marlene was in the hospital. Marlene's mother had stopped by and was discussing things with Olua's mom. Olua blames herself for the whole thing happening. I tried to explain to her that it was Marlene's fault, too, because it wasn't as though Olua had tied Marlene to a chair and stuck a funnel in her mouth. But I kept telling Olua that Marlene was bad news..... They've skipped too much school on her account, and Olua PROMISED me she wouldn't do that any more. I feel stupid for believing her because she's broken lots of promises... at least now I know what one is truly worth.
Hell yes I'm angry at her, but at the same time sympathetic. I want Marlene to be all right, but I want her to learn a lesson. Olua's scared shitless. She lost Adi not a month ago. :/ That puts things in a different light.
I won't be writing because Olua got horribly grounded. No phone, no internet, yada yada yada, leave the house when her mother leaves, come home from school, do homework, get to bed. My inspiration is gone. And I was going to play and write fluff tonight. I haven't written in ages, I need to get something out -- and that damned one-shot hit a brick wall because I'm not clever enough -- and now, nothing. I miss Wendy. I wrote so much just by sitting next to her.... But nothing, now. I don't know when I'll speak to Olua again. I won't even know when she sneaks online because she's been ghosting for a little over a month now. Bitch.
Oh! And then Phill's stopping by tomorrow! I told him it was okay to come visit before any of this happened. And I can't back out now because it's been ages since I've seen him last, and I can NOT tell him no. It wouldn't be fair to him, especially not after this weekend. I can't not be fair to him.
So those are my burdens. I'm in a less-than-great mood and I'm starving because we're poor and there's no food in the house (nothing of edible quality, at least). I hate this.... I wanna get out of here.
To balance out the bad, there's a tiny fragment of good. I decided to give Nanaca†Crash another shot and I did spectactularly well. Check it out:
Height: 365.11m
Distance: 12279.56m
And as great as those numbers are, I'm upset that they're a bit too short to be eligible for the records page. Goddammit. But... "today's over and I'm still here, which means I won." --Katie, Count Your Sheep. ^_^ Time to go post birthday wishes on four people's Facebook walls.