are there any songs about wednesdays? i can't think of any.

Classes for spring quarter scheduled: Screenwriting, Grammar for Writers (which doesn't look too bad, upon looking at the course description, and at least it's fully online), Critical Theories of Cinema, and French. Woo. One class per day M/W/F, two classes T/Th with a two and a half hour break in between. Not bad at all. I have to talk to my advisor again about my film minor, because he may have to tweak a few things to get the system to believe that I took introductory film theory (I took it back in Canada, so the system just sees 'foreign transcript' and throws up on itself.)

(The last time I took a screenwriting class was 1997 and I had to drop it because I just couldn't wrap my mind around script format (among other things). Hopefully the nine year gap will make some difference. (Nine years. Jeez.))

I'm hoping to find either a better daycare transportation solution or a closer apartment to the daycare by next fall.

Slept terribly, filled with horrible dreams of car crashes and horrible reality of the boy waking up and wanting something at oh-dark-thirty. Midterm last night was either a cakewalk or I totally failed it.

I want this week to be over, and it's only Wednesday. Writing is going much worse than I'd like and probably better than I think. Someday I'll figure out why my brain is only happy vascillating between 'flash fiction' and 'huge hyper-multi-novel construct' rather than something I can potentially sell, like a short story. That day is, however, not today.

Other things I am doing: learning Japanese via podcast.

branwynseye might want to check out FrenchPodClass if she still wants to polish up her French ...

Conviction premieres on iTunes for free. That's the new Dick Wolf lawyer drama, incidentally. *fangirls*

...

Whoa.

Canada's men's hockey team is out of the medals?

When was the last time that happened? Dude. Seriously, I can't remember.

and another thing

Why is it that all of the adapted fitness classes are in the morning?

And when I say 'morning' I mean that the latest one starts at 9 AM. The other one starts at 8 AM.

This to me seems patently ridiculous: most of the gimpy people I know (myself included) actually require MORE time to get moving in the morning, because of joint issues and whatnot. I'm totally useless when I first get up, I'm falling all over the place.

If I didn't know better (I'm not sure if I know better or not) I'd think this is some kind of conspiracy: "let's get the crips in and out of there as soon as possible so we can leave the good times free for the able-bodied."

(I hope that's not it. I want to believe that's not it. But I'm thinking of complaining to the administration. I'd like to take their 'gentle yoga' class, but 9AM is NOT happening for me ever, and this is the fifth semester in a row it's been in that same time slot.

So tired. I'm going home and taking a bath with the rest of my 'Ruby Slippers' bubble bar before the demonspawn gets home.

... damnit, I'll have to clean the tub first. Argh.

dinosaurs!

My father was a bench mechanic for DeHavilland aircraft (a subsidiary of Boeing - they made float planes and puddlejumpers like the Twin Otter and the Beaver and the Dash 8) before he retired, and in his spare time - and he did have a good amount of spare time - he made various gadgets out of sheet metal; taco holders (flat base piece, curved piece on top - also doubled as a napkin holder), earring holders (I still have them), key racks (still have that too), parts for his boss's motorcycle (his boss was on the amateur moto racing circuit), etc. etc.

Dad would have liked this guy. Although we never had dinosaurs in our backyard, to my eternal regret.

(We did fill my uncle's front yard with sixty rented pink flamingoes for his sixtieth birthday, but that's another story entirely.)