Okay, so if you've looked at my blog at all lately, I'm sure you've noticed that I added a *working* Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince countdown. Totally aside from how cool it is to have something so visual on my page (since I'm a no-pictures kind of blogger), it's no secret that I'm a Potter fan.
I just found out that the Scholastic marketing plan for this book begins on the 100th day before release (it boggles my mind that they're even bothering with marketing; this book is selling itself really well already), but as a fan who plans to reap all the benefits she can out of this promotion, I'm not complaining.
What I'm looking forward too most? There's going to be a Harry Potter crossword in the New York Times- I've gotta get my hands on that!
Anyone know where I can get the Times in Hamilton?
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
Great easter weekend ingredients:
Fresh groceries,
sunshine,
pile of kids movies,
pile of books,
almost no work,
a friend or two.
sunshine,
pile of kids movies,
pile of books,
almost no work,
a friend or two.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
I'll be leaving Kingdom Come
When I was little, my family used to take long car rides up from the Sarn to StKitts to visit my grandparents. We would drive along the 403 and we had certain landmarks. One of the best was the 'waterfall', a pitiful small drainage-pipe flow over the rocky top of the Hamilton 'mountain'. Mom would call, 'here's the waterfall guys!' and we would ooh and ahh over the trickle, which had a habit of drying up to nonexistance in summer and freezing to icicles in winter.
On one trip, Dad didn't come with us, and so one of the kids got to take the front seat. The brother won the toss, so he rode up front the whole way there (I read in the back). When we got to Hamilton, Mom pointed out the waterfall, and I lowered my book briefly to ooh and ahh on cue, and then we went back to our carride activites; Mom silently driving, me reading, my brother laying back, carsick. This particular trip (bro was maybe four or five), he was staring out the window, and when we drove through Hamilton, he started to get really really worked up. You know that state kids can get in, when they're excited and scared and focussed all at once, and they just get super aggitated, like a speed freak on three double espressos? He was like that. It took Mom a while to get him calmed down enough to talk. Finally, little brother managed to turn around and point out what he had seen- his all important find.
Did you parents ever tell you that if you weren't good, they would 'kick you all the way to Kingdom Come'? It sounds bad in text, but Mom usually said it in jest, when she had to fulfill the 'Mom role' by punishing us, but when she really didn't want to.
Apparently, for years the little brother had been imagining 'Kingdom Come' (which I think is actually a reference to the bible). He found Kingdom Come in Hamilton. Officially, it's the 'Cathedral of Christ the King', and it's built on a small hill that overlooks the highway. (I linked it- click the title).
I've kind of always liked living in Kingdom Come.
On one trip, Dad didn't come with us, and so one of the kids got to take the front seat. The brother won the toss, so he rode up front the whole way there (I read in the back). When we got to Hamilton, Mom pointed out the waterfall, and I lowered my book briefly to ooh and ahh on cue, and then we went back to our carride activites; Mom silently driving, me reading, my brother laying back, carsick. This particular trip (bro was maybe four or five), he was staring out the window, and when we drove through Hamilton, he started to get really really worked up. You know that state kids can get in, when they're excited and scared and focussed all at once, and they just get super aggitated, like a speed freak on three double espressos? He was like that. It took Mom a while to get him calmed down enough to talk. Finally, little brother managed to turn around and point out what he had seen- his all important find.
Did you parents ever tell you that if you weren't good, they would 'kick you all the way to Kingdom Come'? It sounds bad in text, but Mom usually said it in jest, when she had to fulfill the 'Mom role' by punishing us, but when she really didn't want to.
Apparently, for years the little brother had been imagining 'Kingdom Come' (which I think is actually a reference to the bible). He found Kingdom Come in Hamilton. Officially, it's the 'Cathedral of Christ the King', and it's built on a small hill that overlooks the highway. (I linked it- click the title).
I've kind of always liked living in Kingdom Come.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
My attitude was fine up till now...
Fifteen minutes to midnight and I am so tired and my head aches (not to mention the self-inflicted bruises I've got leftover from Friday, a.k.a the day all coordination left me) and this essay is already overdue and everything I write is crap. I don't want to take another day to finish it, I want it over and I want my friggin life back aready, but that's not going to happen. I'm so sick of this. I feel like everything that I do, that I enjoy and that makes me me to the outside world (everything that keeps me human) gets put on hold when I hole-up to write essays like this, and yes, I can hear you all out there shaking your heads and muttering things about "well, if you'd only planned better...", but right now that's pretty useless. I got out two huge essays this week, plus worked four shifts at two jobs and look after the roommate's cat...that's friggin enough for right now.
And yes, it's only midnight and I could probably stay up the seven hours until class starts and write something, but if what I'm getting down in type right now sucks ass, then how can I hope to continue, let alone finish something worthy of being handed in?
This is the kind of thinking that leads me to conclude things like 'taking an extra day to write this (and making it, therefore, better) will probably save me more marks than I would lose in late penalties'.
Well, my mind is useless now, so I guess I'll just go to bed and get some (probably stressed and therefore restless) sleep. I'll finish the damn thing tomorrow. I promise.
And yes, it's only midnight and I could probably stay up the seven hours until class starts and write something, but if what I'm getting down in type right now sucks ass, then how can I hope to continue, let alone finish something worthy of being handed in?
This is the kind of thinking that leads me to conclude things like 'taking an extra day to write this (and making it, therefore, better) will probably save me more marks than I would lose in late penalties'.
Well, my mind is useless now, so I guess I'll just go to bed and get some (probably stressed and therefore restless) sleep. I'll finish the damn thing tomorrow. I promise.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Always the bad balanced with the good…
First, Mom and Dad and the brother and I lived together.
Then, Mom and the brother and I lived together.
Then, Mom and I lived together.
Then I went to live in an all girls dorm, but I spent most of my time with Kev and Hugh.
Then Mom and the brother and I were back together!
Then it was Kev and I and Hugh, then just Kev and I, then Kev and Hugh together with me with two girls, then Hugh and I (with Laur and Kev back in the Sarn).
Now it’s Hugh and Laur living together.
So, what is this confusing and altogether tiring tirade heading toward?
This summer, what was supposed to be Mom and the brother and I together, just turned into Mom and I- and possibly Lauren!
Way to make a full circle of it. I know this is ridiculously preliminary, but I love this idea. I’ve been looking forward to bunking with Mom again, and I’ve always wanted to live with Laur (heck- I’ve tried everything else)!
Oh, and a great congratulations goes out to the little bro for finding himself a place to live- it sounds like it’s going to be a veritable bachelor pad! Good times!
Then, Mom and the brother and I lived together.
Then, Mom and I lived together.
Then I went to live in an all girls dorm, but I spent most of my time with Kev and Hugh.
Then Mom and the brother and I were back together!
Then it was Kev and I and Hugh, then just Kev and I, then Kev and Hugh together with me with two girls, then Hugh and I (with Laur and Kev back in the Sarn).
Now it’s Hugh and Laur living together.
So, what is this confusing and altogether tiring tirade heading toward?
This summer, what was supposed to be Mom and the brother and I together, just turned into Mom and I- and possibly Lauren!
Way to make a full circle of it. I know this is ridiculously preliminary, but I love this idea. I’ve been looking forward to bunking with Mom again, and I’ve always wanted to live with Laur (heck- I’ve tried everything else)!
Oh, and a great congratulations goes out to the little bro for finding himself a place to live- it sounds like it’s going to be a veritable bachelor pad! Good times!
I think I used my sanity as a bookmark... and lost the book
Trapped in my bed
And losing my head
Molehills of work
Are drowning me dead
Mountains of stress
Make sanity less
Nothing gets done
And my room is a mess
Because all of these papers
Are barring my capers
All of these tests
Are stealing my jests
All of this stupid essay
Is making me cray-zay
(Yeah, I know that was weak)
Just get this week done
And free time will be won
Hand the crap in
And then have some fun!
And losing my head
Molehills of work
Are drowning me dead
Mountains of stress
Make sanity less
Nothing gets done
And my room is a mess
Because all of these papers
Are barring my capers
All of these tests
Are stealing my jests
All of this stupid essay
Is making me cray-zay
(Yeah, I know that was weak)
Just get this week done
And free time will be won
Hand the crap in
And then have some fun!
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Master of the funny-walk
I have two tests and three term papers due in the next week, which super-sucks. I have actually started working, though, which is a good thing. Spent four hours today, on my bed, lying on my stomach, feet up in the air, reading sociology books, only to rise, my spine going snap-crackle-pop, and both feet all pins-and-needley. Not pleasant. Funny to watch though.
Just let this week (and all it's necessary accomplishments) be done soon!
Just let this week (and all it's necessary accomplishments) be done soon!
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