Been going through a what to blog about stage where ideas come, get started then crash and burn by my own boredom of the topic. Last night I did an entire entry and Litnet wouldn't take the entry. I tried a shortcut after copying/pasting and the modem kept me waiting forever and I lost the entry. The basic theme was blogs I started, deleted, slaved over etc. The might have been entries. So here's some things you the dear peruser of the whited sepulchre's ...
Ahhh peace and quiet for just a moment. The baby is napping, my son is off with my parents, and I've a house that is still for once. So, instead of sitting to write I hop on here:lol: Actually, I'm getting ready to leave for work soon, and I don't wish to be so engrossed that I'm late for work. I've done that before, and 'sorry, I was lost in my writing' is not such a good excuse;) Anyhow, things here are going well. One week and I'll be the proud new owner of a house and a mortgage ...
It's 9 AM on a Saturday morning, I've been up for almost two hours and I'm trying to write on my exam that is due on Monday, but I'm not very inspired to write. Right now I'm very tired of psychological theories about development, and the constructionistic, situational/contextual perspective on things. I don't think I've ever been this tired of something I need to write for school. But, here I am, trying to interpret the constructionistic gender perspective on an event. Bah, I can't ...
SAT tomorrow! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! We went today and scouted out where the doom of my time will fall, . At least, it will be done. I'm not quite that nervous, at least not yet.
Well, all I gotta say is this, it's a darn good thing I got my pizza. It makes it so much easier to listen to the tornado sirens going off. I sound pretty brave don't I? Uh-oh, the sirens have stopped, a small storm has passed and now it is very very quiet and still out there. The dark clouds are whizzing by. No, actually they seem to be going in one gigantic circle. Hmmm...maybe I'll mosey on down stairs...you know...just to be closer to the basement...just in case I have to run down there...just ...