Thanksgiving

Is it bad that I really just want this holiday to be over?

Yeah, probably.

Now, it's not that I'm not grateful. I love my family, my husband, and most things are going okay, and the quarter is almost over (yay!), but honestly, the holidays are not exactly the relaxing, idyllic events that I wish they were. My family has a hard enough time getting together without the added stress of cooking a giant feast. I'm not looking forward to spending the rest of the day at my grandparent's house, dealing the with underlying stress of my family attempting to be nice to one another while they stock up on insinuated insult-ammo like they're the Taliban waiting to start WWIII.

Okay, that's a little extreme, but you get the idea. I'm also sure that I'll have the gov't checking out my blog :)

I do hope everyone else's holiday is a little more fun, and a little less stressful.

And She's Out...

Twitter account has been deleted.

Blog will now be focused on anthropological stuff, and grad school related fun.

All manuscript files have been carefully found on my computer, and backup, and are now resting peacefully in blank data.

Now I just wish there were a way to go back and retrieve all those wasted hours I've spent writing... Someone needs to invent a time machine. (I'll have to tell hubby to get on that!)

Why? Because I am DONE. Sick of this game. I don't need the added stress in my life, nor do I need the distraction from my real work. So, after the past 16 years, I'm dumping writing.

Please excuse me while I go cry in the bathroom for a while longer.

Friday Five

Today's Friday Five brought to you by the fact I'm too lazy to go look over my lesson plan for later today.

(Wait, I have to come up with five things to write about?)

1.I had the most disturbing dream, wherein I ate my acrylamide gels in the UV hood. I'd really like to know what that means, other than the fact that I've been in the lab WAY too much lately.

2. There are very few things that bug me more than arriving to class, dropping off your assignment, and then leaving. Please, if you showed up to drop off your stuff, stay for the lecture!

3. The anthology I submitted to is supposed to have finalized their choices by Monday. I've given up on checking my email and am just leaving it up in the background. Now, if I could just get my stomach to stop twisting up at the thought of hearing back...

4. You know that point where you're so stressed that your body kicks your immune system into overdrive so that it doesn't get sick, despite the fact that you're probably exposed to every bug in the school-system universe? Yeah, I think I hit that point a few months ago.

5. I bought myself a bag of chocolate chips the other day, and I think I'm going to go eat some. And this weekend I will make pumpkin pie. Diet, what diet?

In which I will not rant

I'm really not a ranting kind of chica, despite my earlier post. I don't particularly like it, unless it's done with a fair amount of humor, which is something I'm not very good at. At any rate, yeah, I'm better now. It only took a couple of days :)

SO. Writing. I've heard so many times that it's like a roller-coaster, and I know this is true. Soooo true. And I'm slowly getting used to that, trying to take the momentum from the ups to carry me through the downs. And further downs, where you're getting slower and slower and are pretty sure you're going to stop, dead on the tracks. Yeah, I'm kinda sick of this ride. At any rate, I'm still sitting in my car, buckled in, and praying for that next stomach-drops-out free-fall of awesome. Because that's what I do. So when I open up LOST and realize that it's not all that bad, like last night, I realize that maybe I can do this. Even if I can't stand the thought of trunking this novel if it doesn't sell, I'll still take it on the ride.

If I can ever finish my revisions. But, that is a rant for another post :)

Some days I think I just attract jerk-wads

Honestly, like how many can I honestly meet in one day, month, year, lifetime? Because I really think I am hitting my quota. Especially the ones that I have to work with. My TA for the class I'm teaching could pretty much go to hades and leave the world a better place. I'm not trying to be mean by saying that, but I honestly think it's the truth. Some people are just mean. And quite frankly, mean people SUCK.

This rant brought to you by nasty emails send late at night that totally make me want to curl up into the fetal position for the rest of the quarter.