Lucky Seven

Kelly tagged me!

1. Go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript.
2. Go to line 7.
3. Post on your blog the next 7 lines or sentences - as they are.
4. Tag 7 other people to do the same. 

Unfortunately that whole tagging thing stops here, I don't know too many other people who write in their spare time, or are at least telling me about it.

The story currently known as Firestarter tells the story of a girl who discovers that she can start and control fires (natch) using just her brain. This little excerpt comes occurs in the middle of Aiden, a more experienced firestarter, explaining her abilities to her after she blows up a streetlight in a stressful situation.

“Are you kidding me? They didn’t tell me I was tracking an Ignorant! There’s an entirely different protocol to follow. Not to mention the fact that I could have been arrested, or pepper-sprayed for stalking! I told them that the last time that happened was THE LAST TIME. I actually had to go to the hospital, not just the eye wash in the lab like with the previous ones.”
I interrupted his ramblings and held my hands up in front of me to let him know that he should stop speaking. “EXCUSE ME? Did you just call me ignorant?” The nerve. I didn’t care if he was a psycho, this dude was getting a piece of my mind before he killed me.
“No, I actually called you AN Ignorant. Who isn’t paying attention to words now?”

Now, if I could only set aside time for writing this, it might actually have a coherent plot...

The One Where This House is a Circus, Berserk as Fuck

I walked into my house before work this afternoon to find it chaotic, as usual. My mother immediately asked me to help her unload shredded paper into a bag, the teapot was boiling vinegar without the lid on, and I could hear Na and my father talking loudly in our room.

Twenty minutes later, I have a headache and feel like I should never stop by the house before I go into work again. Mostly due to conversations involving transportation, a certain waitlist situation I have going on, and the reasons, or lack thereof, that my parents are driving my sister bananas.

I wish I was still driving around, blasting music. My plan for after work involves me stopping by my house, picking up my food, getting iced coffee/tea at dunkin, then driving back up to school with the music playing and windows open (weather permitting). Aaaaand then I have to return to my homework, especially the beast of a research paper waiting in the wings for me. Yaaaaay.

This weekend has clearly been filled with shenanigans, what with my constant paper obsessing and work.

The One Where I Wish I Was One of Those People Who Did Things Far in Advance

Because writing a thirty page paper in a single weekend is a little intense. At least I did the research for it ahead of time. Also, I don't really know if I would like splitting the work much more than this. I don't like unfinished projects hanging over my head. I'd rather just bang papers out like this. So really...go me?

I saw B.o.B. in concert last night. I'm pretty sure it was the first rap concert I've gone to. It was a lot of fun, one of the most fun concerts my school has provided.

The One With the Utter Laundry Frustration

I went back to the laundry room to pick up my clothes, but they were still soaking wet. I touched them and realized that they were sort of warm in some spots. This leads me to believe that the dryer is in fact working, but someone probably pulled the door open and then didn't properly close it. Now I'm thoroughly annoyed. I had no desire to go back there.

My life is so hard (overdramatic).

This has been a bunch of whining, hope you enjoyed it.

The One With a Conversation

I'm standing in the tutor center, trying to get a records sheet so I can help the girl that came in to learn stuff for her midterm. I'm stopped by a brunette in a sweatsuit.
"Do you know anything about that printer in there?" I had expected her to ask if I could help her with math that didn't fall under my job title. That happened all the time. This, at the time, seemed easier.
"Uh, only that there are two printers around here, and that they alternate being broken."
I had assumed that this would be the end of our conversation. I was incorrect. "So do you know if, since I printed something and didn't notice the giant 'Out of Order' sign, it will come out later when they fix it?"
"Uh..."
"Because I had already hit print, but then saw the sign."
"Well, it might...you could try deleting the print job, because it might print it when it gets back to working order."
"Even if I've already logged off I can do that?"
Seriously, I clearly had no idea about these printers. I'm a tutor, not a lab assistant (although to be honest, I don't think that the lab assistants know much about these printers. I've fixed them before but only by messing around with them until it prints my stuff). "Maybe. I really don't know. You could try." I have somebody who legitimately needs help, waiting for this girl to stop so I can do my job.
"Hmm...well okay. Are you going to be here for a long time?" At this point I'm hovering above my seat, about to sit down and tutor. I've even given the sheet to the girl to sign in.
"I'm here until one."
"Okay, well I'm going to the bathroom, so if Frank shows up, can you just tell him I'm here? I'll be right back, I'm just going to run there and run back."
"Sure, but I have no idea who that is."
"You don't know Frank?"
"Nope."
"Are you a tutor here?" As if knowing Frank is the measure of my legitimacy as a tutor in this establishment. Considering I've been tutoring for three plus years here, I bet I've been here longer than he has.
"Yes." Which would also explain as to why I wasn't of the utmost help with that printer problem I was being questioned about.
"Oh, well...I guess just oh well." And she left with this weird partially embarrassed look on her face.

This didn't have to be a weird conversation, but it was.

The One Where I Was Woken Up at 2 a.m. and I Didn't Even Get a Lousy T-Shirt

I probably should be more tired, but I'm not. My brain just isn't functioning at its normal pace. I ended up going to sleep at four, though it took me forever to fall asleep after that. Then I woke up at eight. I've only had one cup of coffee.

I'm sure that the exhaustion is going to come crashing down on me around six o'clock, when my history seminar starts. At least I only have it for an hour tonight. Then a meeting with the professor at eight and I can come back to the dorm and be entirely function and thought process deficient. Woooooooo.

The One Where I've Been Productive and Feel That I Can Just Do Nothing For a Bit

Although really, I should just keep doing work until I have to go to class for three hours.

I'm listening to the Redwalls right now. For some reason when I found them I thought they were an English band, but they are most definitely not (thank you Wikipedia). They're from Chicago. I can see why I'd confuse the two.

I was also under the impression that they were no longer together, but upon rereading this Wikipedia article I just found out that they are? It seems that a member left but they are still continuing with the whole music thing. Though their last CD came out four years ago...who knows. I'll have to look deeper into this. How was I so hopelessly misinformed? Maybe I'm thinking of a different band.

Last night I found that they had not one, but two daytrotter sessions available for download (this is what we call a score). I love daytrotter. I should also read up on why daytrotter exists, because having free acoustic recordings of songs by people like Rooney, the Young Veins and the Redwalls is awesome. I'd like to see what their purpose is, aside from supplying me with happiness.