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

PAINKILLERS, PLEASE KICK IN SOON.

I guess I will rant a bit, then. D'you know what I think is lame and yet surprisingly common (especially in fiction)? NAMING YOUR CHILDREN AFTER YOUR PARENTS.

I don't know, maybe because it's done so much that it seems cliché at this point, but every time it happens, I roll my eyes, and not in an affectionate 'I love you because you're stupid' way, either. (I was so strangely disappointed when a show I've been watching revealed something like this recently. Anyone watching it probably knows what I'm talking about, but it's a bit of a spoiler so I'm not being direct about it.) (edit: since it is old news now, the show I am referring to here is Supernatural.)

Also I'm totally allowed to say this, shut up, my family actually used to do this. I AM THE NAME BREAKER. My grandmother was not pleased. (Following the pattern, I should have been a Mary, like her. Thank goodness I am not, though, as fiction has taught me that females named Mary die horrible and bizarre deaths. Though my grandmother actually had a pretty good death, as far as those things can go.)

(No, really. I think there were ... three Marys before me? ...How long ago was the first? I should know this. History class has failed me. Wiki says mid-1800s. ...yes, one of my great-grandfathers has his own wiki page. No, I did not write it. You have probably not heard of him, but you've probably heard something he was largely responsible for, so~ Indirectly famous is good enough for me. Heck, it's preferable.) (Not linking/saying who here because random people I do not know could be reading this and may be stalkers or something, I don't know. If you really want to know, I'll tell you, but it's really probably not that interesting.)


Now, admittedly, in fiction it's usually because the parent in question has died and it's all some bizarre honour* thing or what have you, and not just for... whatever reason my relatives decided to go with, but I still think it's kind of lame. SORRY. (Not really.)


OKAY SERIOUSLY I'M JUST GOING TO CUT OFF MY ANKLE AND BE DONE WITH IT. RAGE. *starts chewing on leg*


* See, my problem is that pretty much everyone I communicate with via text uses 'u' (well, 'ou' instead of just 'o') and 's' (instead of 'z') and everything else, and I've found it is starting to take over my spelling. I've stopped bothering to cut it out whenever it turns up, so I'm very (sincerely!) sorry if you're one of those people who finds it stupid or offensive, but I'm tired of going back and editing it all out.

...The other day, I saw "color" written somewhere and honestly thought it was misspelled for a few minutes. That was embarrassing.

AND AGAIN. LAST TIME. I PROMISE!

( Cut to spare your eyes! )

Alternately, condensed version: adsufhkgjngwe hate

I spend about eight hours out of the house on Wednesdays. Two three-hour classes with only fifteen minutes between them and a forty minute commute in either direction.

About ten minutes after I'd left the driveway, and for no readily apparent reason, I am assaulted by every song in that whole musical episode.

I turned on the radio. I hummed along with the radio. I tried to daydream. I tried to compose insults to fling at the car in front of me that decided to sit through three green lights and make me late for class.


... Seven hours later it is ALL still there and I am finding, to my growing horror, that I have started to hum some of it. I could not get home soon enough.

So now I'm rewatching most all of it in an attempt to drive it back out, since nothing else is working.



The trauma this surely inflicted on me no doubt did not help the situation in English class.

( This should have been anticipated. )


... *has The Daily Show on in the background* ...I want a Death Vendetta Car. (Even if I have to settle for one that is only driven by a chimpanzee.)

I just got a call from school. They've rejected the work I've done previously and I do, indeed, have to take English Comp this spring.


Frag it all! I am so sick of taking basic level English classes just because the school can't get their stuff together and prove that I've taken these courses and know how to write!


ARG!


This would annoy me lots less if it weren't for several factors. I did extremely well on the English section of the SATs back in High School (almost perfect score). I tested out of English Comp at UMF. English has always been my best subject (I'm sure there's a glaring spelling or grammar error in this entry because of that statement alone), I was always in the advanced spelling sections throughout grade school, I was always in the higher level English courses... I've written how many research papers in the last twelve months alone?!

Now I have to take INTO TO ENGLISH level English Comp because the stupid colleges can't get their stuff together to prove I have an adequate grasp of this stupid language! *incoherency!*


This is going to be a long and painful semester. wah. ;_;