More like a trailer than a Post
Songs of the Hour: Death Cab for Cutie
Stat of the Week: my semester GPA– 3.86
1. Honestly, I have no idea how I pulled off the GPA. I got A’s in everything except stats, in which I got a B+. Actually, I was just below the line with an 86.2 and she rounded it up for me. At best I was hoping for A-’s, but I guess all my profs went easy on the finals. Who knows. I’m not questioning. I have a rather grotesque picture of my right hand after finals, possessing a large disgusting blister that comes from writing furiously for 11 hours over the course of 3 days. Obviously, I’m going to share it with you.
2. I’ve been in a weird funk this week, the predominant symptom being bizarre uncontrollable crying for absolutely no reason. Well, day 1 made sense, Joss and I were not communicating well, and he refused to do little things, like get in the car, and whatnot. It was awful. Oh, maybe I forgot to mention he got suspended again for fighting, and was subsequently given a 4 day vacation. As per usual, the fight, as explained by him, "wasn’t my fault!". Anyway, dealing with his propensity to retaliate, and keeping him occupied while grounded is no small feat. It’s gotten better, but that first day was awful– so the crying was not totally out of the blue. But the next day was much better, and I still felt like shit. Someone told me it was probably just the pressure finally being off, and maybe he’s right. I think that, and a long series of little disappointments, ganged up on me. I don’t know; but it’s better now.
3. Just found out I have a graduation party to attend right now, so gonna have to cut it even shorter than I had planned. However, I just got my first Christmas present from Tim, and wanted to share it with you. Yes, you may all fall prey to your saber-envy– it’s ok, I don’t blame you. It’s a special thing, my Maulish gift. And it glows a bright bright red. And makes whooshing noises. What’s not to love?
later,
jenny
