I really don't like this month. There's something fundamentally wrong with it. I know you don't like it either.
First of all, the days are totally fucked up. Only 28 instead of 30 or 31...except for Leap Year, then it has 29, so every 4 years we're at the whim of February giving us another day. It's the only month of the year that can pass without a single full moon. Women may not even get their period this month if the cycle is right.
February is cold, it's gray, and it's unforgiving, no matter where you live. Februum is Latin for "purification", thanks to the holiday of Februa on the Ides. Why did the Romans need a purification day in the middle of this month? What does that tell you? It was also during the Hebrew month of Adar, which typically coincides with February, that Haman tried to exterminate the Jews. Purim is celebrated at the end of the month for this purpose. It's not just a triumph over the Persians, it's a triumph over this cursed month.
I don't like Valentine's Day, President's Day is only an excuse to not deliver mail, and Groundhog Day is a farce. This month is a joke, a ridiculously cruel joke on humanity.
Last year, February tortured the living shit out of PD.Com to the extent of actually ripping apart lives, no exception to present company.
As far As I'm concerned, today is January 33rd.
Hey, my birthday's in February!
:argh!:
Plus we don't have presidents day, or groundhog day, and no-one really cares about valentines day.
Oh, and university drinking orientation week is in February.
This February sucks already.
Nothing is going right.
So far, February has been the best month I've had this year.
Good things that have happened in February:
1. We finished the art project that has been my main motivation for getting out of bed for the last month and a half, & the gallery owner fucking LOVES it.
2. The constant crying has minimized to mostly just occasional weepiness while driving my car.
3. My truck project is about three shots from being completed.
4. Last year on this day, I was 20 lbs overweight, drunk, and probably in a fetal position on my studio floor, wailing. Now, I'm walking about 15 miles a week, almost fit back into my size 8 pants, am working on several projects, and am at nearly my goal production levels.
5. I just got rid of a bunch of debris from my yard, got a hutch for my kitchen, and had lunch, all with my best friend who was missing from my life for a year.
6. In this part of the world, the first inkling of spring starts approximately right now. This means three months of cold-ass rain and a lot of mud, punctuated by occasional dazzlingly sunny moments, but it's still something to be happy about.
Happy Imbolc! I'm ready, on every possible level.
I'm still apprehensive.
Herbert still hasn't paid ANYTHING toward the divorce (got that TV though, didn't he?)
Still haven't gotten my W-2, which means my job is breaking the law.
I'm running an event on Saturday.
I have to be out of these rooms on March 1st. Yes, that means I HAVE to move, and GS still isn't working so we can't get an apartment. So as of right now, I'm going to be homeless in 27 days.
Oh, plus:
I have the unbelievable evil glee of staging a relationship and planning a fake engagement and marriage, to torment some pompous old fuck who stuck his finger in my ear.
The chickens are in the garden, mutilating the soil and eating everything alive so it will be prepared for planting in March.
My husband is finally talking about walking away from the equity in my house and getting this divorce over with.
I have a new friend who is so crazy that he thinks he can control the weather with his mind.
I have definitive plans for the next three rolls of film in my camera.
I have a gallery opening is this coming Friday.
This month is really giving me things to look forward to. I will not be deterred.
I'm sorry, Suu.
I hope you get a break soon. You're long overdue for one.
Today is exactly one year ago my house burned down.
Or as RAW would put it, in one hour, a year ago, my flatmate comes into my room, panicking, the house is on fire!
On the whole, everything is better. My appartment is awesomer than ever (we bought a rug this weekend! Lebowski was right, it really does tie the room together!) and living together with my gf, and I dunno. Some problems I was fighting didn't go away in the past year, but they didn't get worse either.
And I'm not going to let fear of some arbitrary bunch of dates spoil that!
The fact that it's exactly one year ago is only significant in the sense that it's been quite some time and look how far I have come! [with more than a little help from friends and family]! yay!
Quote from: v=1/3πr²h on February 02, 2010, 10:40:30 PM
Oh, plus:
I have the unbelievable evil glee of staging a relationship and planning a fake engagement and marriage, to torment some pompous old fuck who stuck his finger in my ear.
The chickens are in the garden, mutilating the soil and eating everything alive so it will be prepared for planting in March.
My husband is finally talking about walking away from the equity in my house and getting this divorce over with.
I have a new friend who is so crazy that he thinks he can control the weather with his mind.
I have definitive plans for the next three rolls of film in my camera.
I have a gallery opening is this coming Friday.
This month is really giving me things to look forward to. I will not be deterred.
PICS FROM GALLERY OPENING REQUIRED KTHX.
OH, THERE WILL BE PICS!
Also, the current ad banner at the bottom of the page is both inexplicable and delightful:
"The World's Largest Free Hawaiian Video Library"
There's a market for that? :?
This is the month I get to choose between eating and paying rent.
No one likes February... and does anyone even celebrate Valentines day anymore? There's a valentines day dance at my school, but no one ever goes to it except the supposedly "popular" kids, who's peak will be in high school, and they won't realize until their late 30's early 40's. And the other people who go are the ones who stand in a corner, I think... plus the dances, or "socials" as they are now called pretty much lock you up in the cafeteria for a few hours, and there isn't much to do.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:14:29 AM
No one likes February... and does anyone even celebrate Valentines day anymore? There's a valentines day dance at my school, but no one ever goes to it except the supposedly "popular" kids, who's peak will be in high school, and they won't realize until their late 30's early 40's. And the other people who go are the ones who stand in a corner, I think... plus the dances, or "socials" as they are now called pretty much lock you up in the cafeteria for a few hours, and there isn't much to do.
You can shake the popular kids down for protection money.
They aren't WORTH it, plus a lot of them just weird me out, especially Netter, now he's got some SERIOUS ISSUES. :x
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:18:20 AM
They aren't WORTH it,
They may be pink, but their money is green.
(See, folks? And all this without cracking
one book on parenting.)
But they're TOO pink... They scare me with their "Let's save the rain forest!" crap, and they have HEARTS coming off of them, it makes my rage feel threatened.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:21:40 AM
But they're TOO pink... They scare me with their "Let's save the rain forest!" crap, and they have HEARTS coming off of them, it makes my rage feel threatened.
Then get mad about it. Rage is a renewable resource. Like stupidity.
I would, but if I did get super angry at school, the "school officials" would send me to the school therapist Ms. Nasta, and she really makes me angry, cause she can never keep her mouth shut, and I mean NEVER. :x
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:26:39 AM
I would, but if I did get super angry at school, the "school officials" would send me to the school therapist Ms. Nasta, and she really makes me angry, cause she can never keep her mouth shut, and I mean NEVER. :x
You have to learn to say what these people want to hear, and then deal with the people who ratted you out later.
I broke a kids jaw in middle school to get my point across once. I'm sure it'll work for you too.
...He's dead now. I had nothing to do with it though.
Well I KNOW that. The thing about Ms. Nasta is once she opens her mouth, it's like a run on sentence that seems to never ever end. I'd rather be stalked by Santa then have her talking forever. :x
Quote from: Suu on February 03, 2010, 03:31:18 AM
I broke a kids jaw in middle school to get my point across once. I'm sure it'll work for you too.
...He's dead now. I had nothing to do with it though.
Of course. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:31:27 AM
Well I KNOW that. The thing about Ms. Nasta is once she opens her mouth, it's like a run on sentence that seems to never ever end. I'd rather be stalked by Santa then have her talking forever. :x
You sure? Santa is a creepy old bastard. He lives under the bridge on Stone Avenue when he isn't whoring for change at Walmart.
Ms. Nasta is much worse. I remember in sixth grade I drew a picture on the back of a test cuz I got bored, then Mrs. Cook showed Ms. Nasta the picture, and then Ms. Nasta had me go to her office, never stopped talking until two class periods later. I left in English, and came back for Science. That's how long her sentence was, I was surprised she didn't stop for air.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:36:18 AM
Ms. Nasta is much worse. I remember in sixth grade I drew a picture on the back of a test cuz I got bored, then Mrs. Cook showed Ms. Nasta the picture, and then Ms. Nasta had me go to her office, never stopped talking until two class periods later. I left in English, and came back for Science. That's how long her sentence was, I was surprised she didn't stop for air.
What was the picture?
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:36:18 AM
Ms. Nasta is much worse. I remember in sixth grade I drew a picture on the back of a test cuz I got bored, then Mrs. Cook showed Ms. Nasta the picture, and then Ms. Nasta had me go to her office, never stopped talking until two class periods later. I left in English, and came back for Science. That's how long her sentence was, I was surprised she didn't stop for air.
Was that one of your "special pictures"?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 03, 2010, 03:37:51 AM
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:36:18 AM
Ms. Nasta is much worse. I remember in sixth grade I drew a picture on the back of a test cuz I got bored, then Mrs. Cook showed Ms. Nasta the picture, and then Ms. Nasta had me go to her office, never stopped talking until two class periods later. I left in English, and came back for Science. That's how long her sentence was, I was surprised she didn't stop for air.
Was that one of your "special pictures"?
No, they were just doodles, you know, stick figures. They weren't even doing anything.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 03, 2010, 03:31:48 AM
Quote from: Suu on February 03, 2010, 03:31:18 AM
I broke a kids jaw in middle school to get my point across once. I'm sure it'll work for you too.
...He's dead now. I had nothing to do with it though.
Of course. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*
No really, he got drunk off his gourd during summer vacation between 11th and 12th grade and fell off a decommissioned bridge that spans Tampa Bay. When they found his bloated body tangled in mangroves 3 days later with a BAC of 10%, they called it a tragedy.
...Let me recap.
Asshole got his jaw broke in 3 places by my fucking heel in 7th grade for taking my purse.
Asshole rips one of my friends' stuffed animals that she got for her b-day in half in 11th grade, I follow him around campus until he runs like a bitch away from me.
Asshole, at the age of 17, drinks enough to bring his blood alcohol content to fucking 10% and then decides to walk across a bridge that was barricaded off while it was being fixed and falls through a hole into the channel of Tampa Bay at night.
His death was a "tragedy".
:horrormirth:
No really, I laughed. I laughed so fucking hard my parents made me go to my room.
Quote from: Suu on February 03, 2010, 03:41:16 AM
No really, he got drunk off his gourd during summer vacation between 11th and 12th grade and fell off a decommissioned bridge that spans Tampa Bay. When they found his bloated body tangled in mangroves 3 days later with a BAC of 10%, they called it a tragedy.
I call it "Darwin".
You were right to laugh.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:41:02 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 03, 2010, 03:37:51 AM
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:36:18 AM
Ms. Nasta is much worse. I remember in sixth grade I drew a picture on the back of a test cuz I got bored, then Mrs. Cook showed Ms. Nasta the picture, and then Ms. Nasta had me go to her office, never stopped talking until two class periods later. I left in English, and came back for Science. That's how long her sentence was, I was surprised she didn't stop for air.
Was that one of your "special pictures"?
No, they were just doodles, you know, stick figures. They weren't even doing anything.
Because they were dead, right?
probably, but I didn't write that they were dead or anything that would have shown, said, or read that they were dead.
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:31:27 AM
Well I KNOW that. The thing about Ms. Nasta is once she opens her mouth, it's like a run on sentence that seems to never ever end. I'd rather be stalked by Santa then have her talking forever. :x
Explain to her that the more talkative she is the more kids will clam up about their problems, shutting up a bit makes other people talk to you.
Quote from: Requia ☣ on February 03, 2010, 04:26:10 AM
Quote from: ThatGreenGentleman on February 03, 2010, 03:31:27 AM
Well I KNOW that. The thing about Ms. Nasta is once she opens her mouth, it's like a run on sentence that seems to never ever end. I'd rather be stalked by Santa then have her talking forever. :x
Explain to her that the more talkative she is the more kids will clam up about their problems, shutting up a bit makes other people talk to you.
It won't help with this new breed of school counselor. They don't NEED information, they already know everything.
Quote from: Suu on February 03, 2010, 03:41:16 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on February 03, 2010, 03:31:48 AM
Quote from: Suu on February 03, 2010, 03:31:18 AM
I broke a kids jaw in middle school to get my point across once. I'm sure it'll work for you too.
...He's dead now. I had nothing to do with it though.
Of course. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*
No really, he got drunk off his gourd during summer vacation between 11th and 12th grade and fell off a decommissioned bridge that spans Tampa Bay. When they found his bloated body tangled in mangroves 3 days later with a BAC of 10%, they called it a tragedy.
...Let me recap.
Asshole got his jaw broke in 3 places by my fucking heel in 7th grade for taking my purse.
Asshole rips one of my friends' stuffed animals that she got for her b-day in half in 11th grade, I follow him around campus until he runs like a bitch away from me.
Asshole, at the age of 17, drinks enough to bring his blood alcohol content to fucking 10% and then decides to walk across a bridge that was barricaded off while it was being fixed and falls through a hole into the channel of Tampa Bay at night.
His death was a "tragedy".
:horrormirth:
No really, I laughed. I laughed so fucking hard my parents made me go to my room.
It sounds like his existence was a tragedy to begin with.