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verbicideWhat started out as a pissy, cranky day turned out to be quite lovely.
Woke up grouchy, and was consoled by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brabble's undemanding and sympathetic company. Had plans with Judy, and after warning her that I was out of sorts, set out for her place (with a quick pit stop at Joann's to buy her some dark blue ribbon for the diabetic-coma-cute baby booties she'd just knitted). Judy picked up some sandwiches and we just ended up chatting the afternoon away. We always plan on watching West Wing and knitting, but it never happens. The funniest thing is, whenever we're trying to make plans to meet over the phone, we end up incapable of just saying, "Meet here at X time" but ramble for 45 minutes until one of us says "Uh. Yeah. Let's hang up the phone and actually, you know, MEET."
I can't help constantly posting about my Judy-love! Every weird neurotic thought I have, she makes seem rational because she claims they are perfectly normal ways to think. We particularly bond over our Eastern culture and family lunacy. I always feel like less of a failure as a human being (and as a daughter) after talking to her. Everyone needs a Judy.
We finished up around 5 and I set out for class. Wasn't quite sure what to expect of Production Editing, but was willing to give it a fair shot. It turned out to kick all kinds of ass. The prof (whose name I've forgotten, oops) was dynamic, prepared and most importantly, had stapled the damn pages of the syllabus together.
There was much hilarity tonight.
To begin with she somehow (I'm still not quite sure how, exactly) parsed my name as Xena.jeff_nw doubled over laughing and there was much mirth about the Warrior Princess (he's agreed to be my Gabrielle *perk*). Class continued and we went through the same beginning of class introductions we go through each time. I think we're all a little tired of them, since we already KNOW each other. But I can understand the prof wanting to get in on the love. When she got to me, she once again commented on "Oh right, you're the one I called Xena." I muttered that I was looking forward to living that down real soon. *dry*
She'd requested that we give our names, our current job and goal for this class. My goal for the class, I grimly stated, was not to hyperventilate or have a seizure during the 9 billion oral presentations. She tried to kindly say how everyone has trouble with them, and that they do get better. What. Ever. She gamely marched on, saying that it would help give me confidence when working with a team, give me authority about Being Right. And because I am a cheeky bitch, I smiled confidently and said that that was never a problem, as I am Always Right. On either side of me Jeff and Elizabeth chortled and chorused in, "REALLY, that's NOT an issue!" Hee. I love them!
Also poor Jeff got picked on once again. He's clearly broadcasting some 'Give Me Shit' vibe. Poor baby got busted mid-vacant-stare.
At break, everyone was excited and motivated and cheerful. Amazing what a teacher interested in teaching can inspire, no?
After class, Jeff had a spare half hour before meeting his roommate so we strolled over to The Hub to chat and catch up and make brunch plans for the weekend. Purrrrrr.
Fate apparently wanted to bitchslap me for gloating about my save on the $25 late fee and I got slapped with a parking ticket. I still haven't managed to get cash and decided to try to sneak past parking enforcement. Oh well. My own damn fault.
Woke up grouchy, and was consoled by
brabble's undemanding and sympathetic company. Had plans with Judy, and after warning her that I was out of sorts, set out for her place (with a quick pit stop at Joann's to buy her some dark blue ribbon for the diabetic-coma-cute baby booties she'd just knitted). Judy picked up some sandwiches and we just ended up chatting the afternoon away. We always plan on watching West Wing and knitting, but it never happens. The funniest thing is, whenever we're trying to make plans to meet over the phone, we end up incapable of just saying, "Meet here at X time" but ramble for 45 minutes until one of us says "Uh. Yeah. Let's hang up the phone and actually, you know, MEET."I can't help constantly posting about my Judy-love! Every weird neurotic thought I have, she makes seem rational because she claims they are perfectly normal ways to think. We particularly bond over our Eastern culture and family lunacy. I always feel like less of a failure as a human being (and as a daughter) after talking to her. Everyone needs a Judy.
We finished up around 5 and I set out for class. Wasn't quite sure what to expect of Production Editing, but was willing to give it a fair shot. It turned out to kick all kinds of ass. The prof (whose name I've forgotten, oops) was dynamic, prepared and most importantly, had stapled the damn pages of the syllabus together.
There was much hilarity tonight.
To begin with she somehow (I'm still not quite sure how, exactly) parsed my name as Xena.
jeff_nw doubled over laughing and there was much mirth about the Warrior Princess (he's agreed to be my Gabrielle *perk*). Class continued and we went through the same beginning of class introductions we go through each time. I think we're all a little tired of them, since we already KNOW each other. But I can understand the prof wanting to get in on the love. When she got to me, she once again commented on "Oh right, you're the one I called Xena." I muttered that I was looking forward to living that down real soon. *dry*She'd requested that we give our names, our current job and goal for this class. My goal for the class, I grimly stated, was not to hyperventilate or have a seizure during the 9 billion oral presentations. She tried to kindly say how everyone has trouble with them, and that they do get better. What. Ever. She gamely marched on, saying that it would help give me confidence when working with a team, give me authority about Being Right. And because I am a cheeky bitch, I smiled confidently and said that that was never a problem, as I am Always Right. On either side of me Jeff and Elizabeth chortled and chorused in, "REALLY, that's NOT an issue!" Hee. I love them!
Also poor Jeff got picked on once again. He's clearly broadcasting some 'Give Me Shit' vibe. Poor baby got busted mid-vacant-stare.
At break, everyone was excited and motivated and cheerful. Amazing what a teacher interested in teaching can inspire, no?
After class, Jeff had a spare half hour before meeting his roommate so we strolled over to The Hub to chat and catch up and make brunch plans for the weekend. Purrrrrr.
Fate apparently wanted to bitchslap me for gloating about my save on the $25 late fee and I got slapped with a parking ticket. I still haven't managed to get cash and decided to try to sneak past parking enforcement. Oh well. My own damn fault.
