Congratulations vw!
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Thanks. I'm not sure how well I actually did. I kind of bombed the first part (we were supposed to answer 5 of 6 questions; I only answered three fully, and one halfway). The rest I think I did ok on. I didn't answer the bonus, 'cause I hadn't read that story. I didn't think it was going to be on the exam, 'cause we didn't discuss it in class. Oh, well. At least it was just a bonus. I expect I'll get a B.
I just worry, 'cause I took so long to take the exam. It makes me worry/wonder if the prof is expecting me to do better on it than if I'd taken it earlier, because I'm pretty positive that that is not the case.
Fucking hell.
I just went to a free lunchtime Feldenkrais class. Feldenkrais Method is incredibly gentle -- if something starts hurting, you STOP THAT RIGHT NOW.
I left early in screaming shoulder and neck pain and with a burgeoning migraine.
I think I shall not be signing up for the extended class.
Pardon my ignorance vw, but what's your major?
Go, vw! And I'm pissed that people in Natter were talking about realism and drama and H:LOTS and nobody asked me. But then, y'all have heard my "Urban Realism Likes Carrots" bit, huh? (I need to get famous so I can give a talk and call it that.)
That seems incredibly unfair, Betsy. I guess you won't be nagged by maybe-Feldenkrais-would-help thoughts too often. I am willing your migraine to stop burgeoning and just go away.
Oy, Betsy. What is that anyway? Sounds like it's maybe not for you.
Hell, AmyLiz, that sounds like less than the homework Emmett's getting now in the third grade.
Tep, I am already jealous of both you and SA. Please to give her a kiss for me, and you may make it any kind of kiss you wish.
vw, that rocks! Go you!
Gah. Not really here. Piles of work, and I'm all drugged out on allergy meds and half-brained on a day when I really need to be at full capacity. If I come back, someone please kick my ass a goodly kick.
It's just getting pretty pathetic, is all. First I have to drop out of tap-dancing. The next class I take is tai chi, and I have to drop that. Next I try Feldenkrais and it hurts too much.
I'm figuring I'm going to be aces at whatever physical discipline involves lying perfectly still and complaining.
Hell, AmyLiz, that sounds like less than the homework Emmett's getting now in the third grade.
I know, right? In fifth grade he was doing book reports and projects. Now, they never have any work over the weekend, and in science half the time their homework is to "study." Which I know is actually useful, but with almost no other supplementary homework required? No questions, no projects, nothing?
Gah. I'm practically vibrating right now, I'm so angry with him (for getting trouble on the bus -- again), and at the school, which saw fit to threaten to send him home early this year for a rip in the knee of his jeans but apparently doesn't care that he's being given fourth-grade level homework.