Apathetic Or maybe Im just jaded
Am I glad he’s dead? You know, thinking on it, I can’t even really say that, as I would have to actually care about him and his, and I don’t. Did he deserve to die? Oh, I’m sure he did, and the world is probably, possibly a tiny bit better of a place without him in it (the same could be said about a lot of people, who are still unfortunately wandering around breathing my air).
Fact of the matter is…It didn’t DO anything. He was an old, ailing man, who no doubtedly had already been replaced by a younger, healthier tyrant. If anything, he can be offered up as a martyr for those who cling to him being anything to cling to. So yeah…Celebrating is kind of pointless.
Kind of anti-climatic…Which I suppose can lead me to the Battle at Hogwarts, and it’s apparent anniversary being today. Which yeah…I can get a little bit more excited over…But still…It was an anti-climatic death for Tommy…His own stupidity is what killed him really, not Harry Potter. Dobby’s sock could of be just as effective. *shrugs*
& apparently, I’m in bit of a mood. *slight laugh*
Mythology final has been sent in, less than 24 hours after getting the questions (which were an hour late getting posted). I didn’t quite make the ‘around’ 750 word count for either question…But you know, I don’t care about that either. It’s done, it’s over…I can’t wait to (hopefully) sell my book back to the bookstore. & if I want to read about mythology…I’ve got plenty of my own books, that will no doubt, hold me interest far better.
Tomorrow is my French Final…It’s a chapter exam, like usual…& yeah…*shrugs* For me, I only need to pass, so I can go on to 201, so I can get a D in it, and call it good. [Granted, in all honesty, need & want are usually two different things…I would like to do better…Hence the purchase of the program that I hope I can manage to make myself use over the summer & that it will do me some good.]
Wednesday night is my American Lit. Final…Which…Yeah…I really don’t care about it either. & I’m contemplating selling my book back tomorrow afternoon, as I can’t use it for the test, and the bookstore will be closed by the time I get to campus Wednesday, and I don’t want to have to hang on to the book if I can get a couple bucks out of it. So…I’ll probably copy down the poems I’ll be looking at for the final…& scan through the stories we read. I’m not going to get anything else out of them at this point in time…I just need to remember who wrote what and what it’s called.
*pokes @ Sonja* I swear if she’s bring her ‘friends’ in the house now…*sigh* Can’t really say anything…Tis just oddness, and since she didn’t actually see anything either…ANYWAY…I was sitting in my allotted space in the living room, when something ‘flew’ by my head. Seriously, it sounded like the hummingbirds when they fly by outside…But…1. It’s not quite hummingbird season yet…2. This was IN the house…3. I seen nothing…Not a bloody thing. & a few minutes later, it felt like something flew by…Like that ‘puff’ of air you get when something passes…
Sonja of course, sitting on the couch practically laughing at me, because yeah, it had to of sounded like I was loosing my mind. & considering her of all people didn’t see anything. Then she said it was possible it could have been one of the hummingbirds the cats have gotten over the years. Still…If that is the case, it falls under the lines of her ‘friends’ and she can deal with them.
Speaking of her and her ‘friends’…She seems to have acquired a new one, tho one that is amazingly alive and visible to others. I picked them up from the school last Wednesday, and on the way home she blurted out she seen a fox…Sitting on a hill of dirt. So…I turned around and went back to look…There is sat (a beautiful red fox, simply gorgeous). Well the next day she rode the bus home, and said the fox was back there again…& apparently she seen one Saturday…or was it Sunday??? [This week-end was a bit thrown off, more so than usual.] So yeah…Fox is following my daughter & wanting his fair share of attention.
Last week was suppose to be Idiot’s week, and the Critters were suppose to be there from Wed. night- Sunday 6:00. Instead, we had a loverly confusing week. *laughs* I picked them up Wed. after school, even tho Idiot’s work had been cancelled due to rain, he had things to do, so they got to hang out a bit…Tho they were gone before I had to go to class…So it wasn’t long, but it was something. Then they got to come back home Thursday too, and were here until after 7…Friday I wasn’t sure if they were suppose to be here or not, but they showed up after school. *smiles* & again they were here until after 7.
Saturday afternoon I get a call from the Idiot…He had forgotten he had his ‘basement savers’ banquet, and wanted to know if he could drop them off around 5. No problem…When he drops them off he says he’ll be back around 9-9:30…Again, no problem…It becomes 10…10:30…Harley declares it bedtime at some point…About midnight the phone rings…How are the kids, are they still awake…Harley is asleep, Sonja is…Um…Saying she’s tired and talking about going to bed…Can they just stay the night? I’ll get them around noon-30, and you can pick them up at 5:30, have a meeting…Okay, no problem…
Sonja & I nearly burst out laughing, as she’s actually preparing to go outside, not to sleep…She nearly panicked when I said she wasn’t asleep…I think she figured he’d try and come and get her. *shakes head* He came and got them at about 10:30 am instead of ‘noon-30’, but still…Anytime here rather than there makes the lot of us happier.
Wasil said they’d be happier with me & him, down there…*sigh* *shakes head* Gods…I told him he didn’t even want to be down there, to which he replied, ‘minor detail’. *laughs* [I only laugh because that is usually my line…& it amuses me to no end when he uses it…*smiles*]
Lots of ‘Shadows’ again…Not quite as much as they were right near Halloween…But still, they are picking up in activity again.
I want to write…Yeah, nothing new there, same thing I’ve been babbling.
Mayhaps I should look at my fandoms…Even if I can’t get anything original out, maybe something fan fiction-ish will suffice.
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RYN: Yeah, it can seem lonely on the sidelines eh? I’m just waiting for the inevitable wingnut to say I’m not a “true” Amercian.
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I don’t see a reason to celebrate about Osama’s death either. And, yes, Tommy is stupid. I just get excited that it wasn’t put in print that Rod died so I can claim him alive. It is that ‘thin veil between the worlds’ time of year around May Day or so they say, which I suppose is a good time for ‘visitors’ to pop over. Fanfic is fun & can prompt other ideas. 😀 ♥
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ryn: Yeah, that is just what I meant…some pairings would be taboo except that in fanfic it’s okay. And that’s part of what fanfic is good for…to write whatever & put the proper people together & keep the proper people alive. *nods*
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Well said sweetie! I totally agree with you. But everyone else seems to jump the “oblivious” bandwagon. Bleh. What do you mean by shadows? Sounds scary. =(
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Fanfiction = ♥ [RYN] What if…. instead of trunks…. we just toss ’em all into the ocean? 😀
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[RYN] Damn! I almost forgot about the poor sea creatures! I agree, volcanos are a much much better option. *nods* 😀
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OMG singer says details just like that!!!oh kids and their friends. holy cow. gotta love them.
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I agree celbrating is pointless, the trops should come home now.
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ren: WTF, last time I read or heard anything they were thinking about sending troups to Lybia… ugh we should get paid for this!! I agree what you said it’s about oil, more that I think about it.
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I loved him. I know I loved him. It hurts too much for me to just consider him a friend. I’m not crying as much as I was early on but I’m still finding myself giving in to bouts of crying when I think of him. Everyone has been so supportive here and in real life. And I found new friends like you and Michael. I really like him, he’s so sweet and caring, just like Marc.
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The only thing is he’s hard to talk to sometimes. He just bottles up and gives one word answers. I think it’s from people being mean to him. He puts up walls. It’s sad. I’m not going to hurt him. He just seems to not let anyone get close.
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