Christmas Goodies and Life
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eredienSo, I had a wonderful Christmas eve, as has been said before...the presents are icing on the cake.
My family gave me:
- a new DVD player for the computer (yay!)
- a memory card for my digital camera (so I can take more pictures than three at good-quality)
- a towel-thing to wrap around my head
- an art book about M.C. Escher, possibly my favorite artist ever. My sister got me this one, and I was so pleased...it's exactly the kind of gift I would have seen in the store, said, "I want to get that but don't feel as if I can justifiy spending that much money on myself," and then would have wanted to be suprised with.
- a new copy of "Music, the Brain, and Esctasy" and "West with the Night," a biography I've been wanting to buy for years but never got around to.
Conclusion: books are good.
The family isn't driving me too crazy, except for two facts:
- I accidentally said (*cough*) "I spent two and a half fucking days writing that paper..." to my father. Despite the fact that I think if anyone spends two and a half days on the same thing they have the right to qualify the noun any way they want, that's a thing you don't say in my house...my dad thinks "shut up" is cause for punishment. Anyway, I apologized--I just wasn't thinking anymore after 10 hours on the train, anyway--and he said: "Don't say things like that. You're my angel. I don't want to hear you say that in this house again." That "don't say that" would have been fine. It was the "you're my angel" that got me. It perfectly summed up my parent's mistaken expectations and impressions of me, and my attitude towards those those impressions, which is: "I am not yours; neither am I an angel; I am a person with faults as well as good parts, and belong to no one but God. You would do well to remember that my life was never yours to begin with."
- We were snowed in for about two days and I need to just get out of the house. We were supposed to go skiing today but my mother's plans fell through.
I have decided to try and go to Otakon. To this end, I am going to the fabric store later today. Also I need to get some other stuff there to do craft projects.
I have found the one other 200-level cities course that I can take this semester, as well, and hope I can get in. Stupid 20-person enrollment limit. I think it would kill me to take two 300-level English or Cities courses with my schedule the way it is now, though, top-of-the-week heavy like it was last semster...*sigh* And I can't use up my other 300-level cities slot this semester anyway unless I want to give up Japanese Architecture with prof. Hein. Which I don't.
Dreams are wierd, wierd things.
I had a dream about the platonic ideal of the center of the universe three nights ago. Did you know that there's a nice little spanish-influenced plaza, adobe brick, at the platonic ideal of the center of the universe? Neither did I. There are also three seperate moons...they appear to be one moon, but that's just if you don't look closely and pay attention when you first get to the plaza, before the 'computer-corrected' pc version of the center of the universe kicks in. I kid you not.
There's also a museum. It's the outside of the museum that I've been in before in some other of my dreams. It's wierd to see it from this angle, it's very colorful and modern. There's some nice blocky modern-art sculptures outside, in blue and yellow and red.
In other dream-news: The Merion Hall of my Bryn Mawr dreams just keeps getting odder and odder. It now has two-story garbage disposal chutes at inopportune places on each landing. I say inopportune because I was being chased by zombies. Well, really not zombies. More like druggies. It's complicated and has something to do with Rhea of the Coos, who really wasn't herself either, but had turned said friends into semi-drugged zombified killers in the run-down Chinese resturant sub-sub basement.
My family gave me:
- a new DVD player for the computer (yay!)
- a memory card for my digital camera (so I can take more pictures than three at good-quality)
- a towel-thing to wrap around my head
- an art book about M.C. Escher, possibly my favorite artist ever. My sister got me this one, and I was so pleased...it's exactly the kind of gift I would have seen in the store, said, "I want to get that but don't feel as if I can justifiy spending that much money on myself," and then would have wanted to be suprised with.
- a new copy of "Music, the Brain, and Esctasy" and "West with the Night," a biography I've been wanting to buy for years but never got around to.
Conclusion: books are good.
The family isn't driving me too crazy, except for two facts:
- I accidentally said (*cough*) "I spent two and a half fucking days writing that paper..." to my father. Despite the fact that I think if anyone spends two and a half days on the same thing they have the right to qualify the noun any way they want, that's a thing you don't say in my house...my dad thinks "shut up" is cause for punishment. Anyway, I apologized--I just wasn't thinking anymore after 10 hours on the train, anyway--and he said: "Don't say things like that. You're my angel. I don't want to hear you say that in this house again." That "don't say that" would have been fine. It was the "you're my angel" that got me. It perfectly summed up my parent's mistaken expectations and impressions of me, and my attitude towards those those impressions, which is: "I am not yours; neither am I an angel; I am a person with faults as well as good parts, and belong to no one but God. You would do well to remember that my life was never yours to begin with."
- We were snowed in for about two days and I need to just get out of the house. We were supposed to go skiing today but my mother's plans fell through.
I have decided to try and go to Otakon. To this end, I am going to the fabric store later today. Also I need to get some other stuff there to do craft projects.
I have found the one other 200-level cities course that I can take this semester, as well, and hope I can get in. Stupid 20-person enrollment limit. I think it would kill me to take two 300-level English or Cities courses with my schedule the way it is now, though, top-of-the-week heavy like it was last semster...*sigh* And I can't use up my other 300-level cities slot this semester anyway unless I want to give up Japanese Architecture with prof. Hein. Which I don't.
Dreams are wierd, wierd things.
I had a dream about the platonic ideal of the center of the universe three nights ago. Did you know that there's a nice little spanish-influenced plaza, adobe brick, at the platonic ideal of the center of the universe? Neither did I. There are also three seperate moons...they appear to be one moon, but that's just if you don't look closely and pay attention when you first get to the plaza, before the 'computer-corrected' pc version of the center of the universe kicks in. I kid you not.
There's also a museum. It's the outside of the museum that I've been in before in some other of my dreams. It's wierd to see it from this angle, it's very colorful and modern. There's some nice blocky modern-art sculptures outside, in blue and yellow and red.
In other dream-news: The Merion Hall of my Bryn Mawr dreams just keeps getting odder and odder. It now has two-story garbage disposal chutes at inopportune places on each landing. I say inopportune because I was being chased by zombies. Well, really not zombies. More like druggies. It's complicated and has something to do with Rhea of the Coos, who really wasn't herself either, but had turned said friends into semi-drugged zombified killers in the run-down Chinese resturant sub-sub basement.
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27/12/02 16:43 (UTC)