Currents of Time

You have probably all heard about the attempted "boycott Girl Scout cookies" nonsense already, right?

Well, just in case, here's a link or two for you.


Even putting aside such hateful nonsense as that girl is spouting, Girl Scout cookies are delicious! Why would you not want to eat them?



... Because the New Hampshire Council sucks.


"Why, Jecca!" you might protest. "Surely you know there's no such things as the NH GS council any longer!"

And you would be absolutely correct! I am, in fact, aware that they changed their name to GS of the Green and White Mountains back when they eradicated the Vermont Council.


... Is my wording too obvious? Basically the NH council is a pack of bullies. And they are the NH council! Almost every member of the VT staff was let go, they drove most of the remaining staff out through their passive aggressive behaviour and refusing to listen to our input, they only plan things to take place in NH, and, basically, have done everything in their power to pretend this entire state doesn't exist.

So I'm a bit sore with them.

And, since I still have a fairly alarming stockpile of cookies from last year (... there was a miscommunication between my mother and I, wherein we both thought we were ordering cookies for both ourselves and the other, and so we each ended up with a lot), and since I don't actually know any cookie-selling Girl Scouts at the moment, I was sort of planning on not buying cookies.

But now I have to.

But I don't want to support NH.


aaaaaugh.



... also my day has totally sucked and work was hell and I still hate that one coworker, she stresses me out, and one of these days I am probably going to snap and punch a customer and get myself fired.




/firstworldproblems

I had to give a presentation today. For fifteen minutes. And then lead the class in an activity. I only got almost two hours of sleep last night. I DID NOT DIE. PROGRESS! At least all the work I ever have to do for that class is over now.

Then apparently it was Hand In The Rough Draft of Your Final Paper Day in the other class, but very fortunately for me, that was optional, as I have not had time to get around to it, what with the other classwork. I have to present that paper two weeks from today! And then it is due the week after.

Tomorrow I have nothing in one class and another rough draft due in the other. But then next week I have to hand in my final project that I still do not have a topic for, oh, I am so doomed for the first class. And possibly present it the week after. I do not remember when I am presenting for my Wednesday classes. With my luck, they're both on the same day.


International Day is finally actually happening this Saturday, so long as there are no freak snowstorms or anything. Bleh. Working a lot, too, on account of Easter. Maybe I'll get Sunday off, since the store's only open for a few hours then.


AUGH THERE IS NO TIME.



Also there is less money in my bank account now, but I have no regrets. NONE! BOTCON!

Rather than waiting for me to have time to think on it for ever probably entirely too long (not that I overthink and overanalyze everything I have to do), Mom's decided that I "should do England for International Day. [I] could talk about the Pax Lodge for [my] presentation."

... I look at the above paragraph, and all I can think is, 'you can tell I've been writing my essays, can't you?' Must stop quoting. Argh.

Anyway, so I spent all five of my free minutes today trying to come up with famous women that the girls (they're going to be maybe 8 to maybe 14) will have actually heard about. The list is currently limited to Rowling (for Harry Potter, because everyone who isn't me reads those books), and Queen Elizabeth. I have given no thought to the poster with random facts or what I will bring for food, because I have no time. It will be a long week, won't it? Or possibly entirely too short. One of the two.

I jokingly composed my speech over dinner. It went, "So! I'm sure you've all already heard of this place! Probably best known to you as the home of Harry Potter and where everyone speaks with an accent that sounds absolutely nothing like whatever it is you're attempting right now. Yeah, I hear you there. ...Also, Time Lords and crazy men who talk about cars. But never mind that."


Dinner in town on Wednesday, assuming nothing comes up. I was all excited for all of fifteen minutes, when I thought it was next week and that the Soundwave Spotlight comic was coming out on Wednesday, and, yay! I'll have time to run down and buy it because I don't have my night class this week! Oh, well. Maybe we'll get out of my afternoon class early next week! (And for the week after that? I'll be late for my night class before I go home without Escalation 5. JUST TRY AND STOP ME. I WILL END YOU. ...WITH PAPERCUTS, as all I will have on hand will be my class notebook.)


I am ready to eat this textbook. It is so boring, and I've nothing else on hand to destroy it with. I would go on a fanfiction binge, except I've found myself unable to locate anything decent that I've not already read at least three times. Woe. I obviously need to expand my fic-lurking areas. Or join a forum somewhere. Or something.


So, this morning in my dreams, I (and a bunch of other people) visited Silent Hill. Of all places! We were chased by Pyramid Head and his clones, and then I nearly fell through the floor and had to walk across cardboard without making noise. Distressingly enough, it's been one of the more coherent ones. This Psych of Dreaming class is going to make me insane.

I am never going to get this music back out of my head. What was I thinking?