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... the dollar store has shelf-stable milk. Did not see that one coming. O_O
Well, I got like four hours of sleep (no CPAP, obviously), between the Zamboni and the guy with a siren for a car alarm and what-all. Now I have an hour to get through where the shade has gone away and it's too damn hot to sit in a car without running the AC but the library isn't open yet. :P You know what's gonna be hell is Sunday, nothing's bloody open. I doubt I'll wind up going to church, I have *really strong* knee-jerk feelings against the Christian God and I'd wind up liveblogging the sermon, but I am pondering it. :P
I suspect this is the death knell of my Kinktober plans. Damn. :-( I had some good ideas, too. But I *cannot* write porn at the library. And whatever job I can get in a hurry is likely to be soul-sucking and not leave me many spoons to write.
(My aunt, a week or two ago, said that I should get a job as a legal clerk and "if you don't like the boss just stick it out for six months and go somewhere else". I don't know why six months, but that sums her up so well. If you don't like something, keep doing it! Be an Adult! Certainly you don't have any mental illnesses that might cause you to kill yourself if you stay at a job that's too depressing for too long! You just have to learn to Push Through It! She felt depressed this one time, you know! She just didn't let it affect her life! Spoons? Executive dysfunction? You're making up excuses! Just take responsibility for your actions! Refusing to choose is also a choice! Her mother refused to make choices, that's why she was a drug addict! My bio-incubator refuses to make choices, that's why she's got ADHD! ... I don't think that sentence ever came out of my aunt's mouth in exactly that order, or I'd hope I'd have realized I should really stay away from her, but she's gotten very close. I think it was "that's why she's like she is", which is to say, super disorganized and easily distractible, which my aunt has informally diagnosed as ADHD. It's probably some sort of executive dysfunction thing, I agree on that count, but the idea that she could cure it by having more willpower or decisiveness or moral fiber... yeah, I should have left a *long* time ago. :P)
(You know, once upon a time, I *liked* my aunt. She helped me quite a bit, figuring out things like Medicaid and food stamps and getting therapy and whatnot. And y'all know me -- if she hadn't turned abusive on me I would've stuck by her. In twenty or thirty years she's gonna need somebody to visit her in the nursing home. But she's been bullying me for months to burn myself out, waste all my money, do three and four and five times as much as I'm physically or emotionally capable of, while -- may I remind you all -- spending a third of every night NOT BREATHING. The average apnea event lasts thirty seconds. At 38 of those an hour, I'm literally spending nineteen minutes of every sixty strangling in my sleep. Is it any wonder I'm half dead all day? But pshhht, if I was a Good Person like her I'd just push myself until I collapse and then get up and do it all over again. That can't possibly have had any ill effects on me at any previous point in my life. "I haven't seen it." She literally tells me I've never pushed myself in my life because she hasn't seen me burn out in front of her. :PPPPPP Apparently I have a lot of feels right now.)
Somebody's doing donuts at 1am in what sounds for all the world like a Zamboni. This is not a long-term solution. O_O
so i got up to go to the bathroom and there was a pack of coyotes playing in the parking lot. he's not my trickster, but i'm still calling that a good omen. :-)
"That's not a comb, that's the Millennium Falcon!"
-- I may have thrown all my important smol shit in one box (well, to be accurate, it's a cauldron) and now I'm guddling through it ^_^
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SUPER lovely!
Oh, what an awesome idea.
ahaha whoops: attack of the trolls part 2 is now in theaters near you
aka the reddit anons are back congratulating themselves (oh, is that what we're calling it now) in my inbox
i might turn off anon asks at some point but honestly? *jazz hands* HEY REDDIT
I'M STILL HERE
HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT
...oh wait, that was your best shot ;P and all it did was get me out of my aunt's place which honestly i should have left ages ago
you have, as the children say, thrown away your shot
i have all my stuff, i have all my friends, and you still have nothing better to do than hope futilely for something else bad to happen to me
(which, okay, my car could break down at any moment, but you know what? the internet will chip in and help me fix it. and you can't stop them :D)
i reiterate: you can't win. you can't drive me off the internet. i'm still here so you're still losers ^_^
yep, so i'm homeless, reddit doxxed me to my aunt
i'm sleeping in my car until we can figure something out because we called four shelters and nobody has any room
this might be a good time to remind anybody that i have a patreon and a ko-fi both under justiceturtle (i think), please don't feel obligated though
obviously there will be a new blog name at some point because the only thing this one is good for at this point is dissing my aunt
i'm just gonna go hide in the library bathroom and cry for a while cause i don't have any kleenex
Sometimes I really wonder why I think I can write, an occupation that famously involves processing human motivations. ^_^
Ejector Darpen left Starfighter Command because everybody was laughing at him, didnât he? I literally just pieced that together. He wanted to get away from the stupid nickname. I just took it at face value that he left because he was kind of a shitty pilot. Seriously, it took working on an AU where he turned up for other reasons to actually make that process for me. O_O
(I mean, the nickname wasnât even his fault. It was a funny story, but nothing in it even indicates that he was that bad of a pilot. Hell, he survived. If you canât embrace the fact that you survived a hilarious equipment malfunction and got a silly nickname out of it, Iâm not sure what youâre doing in a Rebellion where half your shit isnât working at any given time... ^_^)
(Huh. Both the stories Wes tells about the Tierfon Yellow Aces involve multiple concurrent equipment malfunctions. Just, one of them ends in tragedy and the other one is comedy. I wonder if the whole early Rebellion had that much trouble keeping their shit working, or if the Yellow Aces were worse equipped than your average Rebel cell for some reason?)
Wait, apparently I *did* put my CPAP mask on? The app says I slept three more hours with it on. Apparently when my aunt came home I woke up just enough to take the mask off -- maybe had a conversation? -- but I have no memory of that part. O_O
Wait a sec, is this revenge? Cause I was getting ready for karate last night and summer uniform involves the dojo t-shirt which is $12 and Iâve been avoiding asking my aunt about it, but all my t-shirts are like neon or tie-dye and when I dropped off my auntâs letter of three-months-notice I told sensei Iâd be there on Tuesday, so last night I told my aunt about the t-shirt thing and she tried to put me off, she said âask them today if they even have your size and then on Saturday weâll seeâ (dude, the top half of me is not that fat! itâs my ass that nothing fits), and I pointed out that I had not a suitable t-shirt to wear today, and she gave me this intensely disgusted look and tried to trick me into breaking a twenty so she could point out that i had enough money and force me to spend it (all our interactions around money are this dance of trying to get me to admit I have some, which I bloody refuse to admit I have maybe a hundred dollars left because then sheâll force me to spend it all on petrol and shit, and then I will be totally dependent on her while trying to move out, she says this will Motivate me to get a job, Iâm not sure if she actually believes that or just wants to control my spending like all good abusers do)...
...where the fuck was i? right. so i claimed i could not break a twenty, which was actually true because i spent all my small bills at pride, and i claimed i had paid for the pride dance from my patreon/paypal account and didnât have any cash, which was a lie because that would be complicated and full of atm fees because the dance was cash at the door, and she first claimed she had only one twenty in cash to last her till payday and i had to break it because she refused to give it to me and let me bring change back, which is not the way to get me to play your game, pretending you trust me and then acting betrayed is way more effective at actually upsetting me, but then she produced two fives and asked if I had two bucks and I made equivocal noises, because as mentioned I actually didnât have two ones, so she told me to scrape up the other two dollars from the tin of laundry quarters, which I did
and then she told me she was going to bisbee and might be out late, and then i went to karate and i have not seen her since? but the cat howled all night cos he was sad she was gone, and now the blinds are open again so she has been here at some point
and iâm not sure if the staying out all night and not calling is some kind of weird revenge for making her spend money on me, like reasserting her power over me some way. Possibly?
god FUCK it one of these days i will manage to put my cpap mask back on before falling back asleep
instead of sleeping an hour with it on and then seven hours without it
now iâm all headachy and also annoyed at myself
i really thought i was going to manage it this time
at least my aunt has been here the blinds are open again so i donât have to telephone anybody
still no texts or voicemails explaining what the shit happened, she has kittens when iâm out a little late and makes me explain where i am/was under the heading of I Worry About You but this does not go both ways, i get the impression she very much feels that explaining anything would be an inversion of our power dynamic i.e. I Donât Have To Justify Myself To You
iâm so motherfucking *exhausted* and i donât like it
Um, guys? My aunt said she âmight be out lateâ visiting somebody in Bisbee (and because auditory memory, idk whom), but itâs 1am and sheâs usually in bed by 9pm. She didnât say sheâd be out *overnight*. I mean, I know she pooh-poohs the idea that the cat worries and she probably doesnât give a shit if I do, but I woke up just now and the cat is stressing out. Heâs yowling at her bedroom door, going back and forth between there and the driveway door, asking as plain as a kittycat can why she isnât home yet. :-( I swear to god this cat is smarter than me sometimes. And she insists he doesnât love her!
Iâm... assuming so far that she is staying overnight in Bisbee, she knows like half the town. She probably just got talking with somebody, decided it was too late to drive back, and decided not to bother calling me because she thinks I donât care. (I am... undecided whether I care or not, but I wish I knew what to tell the cat.)
Iâve shut the front blinds. If I wake up after about six or seven and theyâre open, she has been home. If I wake up and theyâre *not* open? Then there will probably be anxious turtle noises trying to figure out whom to call next (after presumably my auntâs cell phone).
(If theyâre open and yet it turns out she is dead and her ghost has been opening the blinds so the houseplants get sunlight, I will lol, because my aunt would be the most terrifying ghost. Nobody would ever be able to live in this house again. ^_^)
WOC Star Wars: Dichen Lachman as Mara Jade
An assignment I actually wrote on the board this week:
In groups, write 2 sentences (in Latin) using only the vocabulary in your textbook. Make sure to include:
1 irregular verb
1 imperfect verb
5 cases
BEES?
Iâll elaborate in a minute, but I need to stop laughing first.
So Iâd originally planned on a 20-minute grammar lesson, followed by a handout to be finished in pairs, but Iâd made the mistake of telling this class about Latin Day in April and how we were encouraging them to come to school in costume. All they wanted to do was talk about costume opportunities (and since I would like to keep my job, I had to explain why staging Caesarâs assassination in the middle of the lunchroom would be a Bad Idea), so I shifted gears and decided to channel that creative/social energy into a different assignment.
After lugging them through a condensed version of the grammar lesson on irregular verbs in the imperfect tense, I split them into groups and pulled an assignment out of the air.
The requirements:
Write two sentences in Latin
Use ONLY vocabulary from the textbook
Include at least ONE irregular verb
Include at least ONE verb in the imperfect tense
Include 5 (out of 6, including the vocative) cases
The goal:
To write them on the board for their ârivalâ groups to translate
They are a competitive bunch, so I knew this would be enough to encourage them to go All Out. But then one student raised her hand.
âCan our sentences be about bees?â she asked.
Bees. I swear this class has a thing with Bees. I hesitated. âThere are no bees in your textbook.â
âYes, but you taught us that word.â
I had, back when this same student had asked me how to say âthe bees are sufferingâ for a kahoot she was writing. Granted, this same student is planning on coming in on Latin Day dressed as Caligulaâs horse, so none of this surprises me.
I opened it up to the other âgroupsâ. âWhat do you think?â I asked. âShould we let them write about bees?â
âNo,â said one student with a heavy sort of solemnity, looking me dead in the eye. âWe should all be required to write about bees.â
As the rest of the class eagerly cheered and nodded in agreement, three things occurred to me.
The word for bee, âapisâ, is a 3rd-declension i-stem noun, which they could use more practice on.
Theyâre going to want to describe the bees, which means they will likely also be practicing noun-adjective agreement with a 3rd-declension i-stem noun, which they could also use more practice on.
This could be flipping hilarious.
And so I added âBEES?â to the list.
The results:
1. apes ingentes Hannibalis ad Romam ibant. Moenia vincunt et Romanis miserum dant.
âThe giant bees of Hannibal were going to Rome. They conquer the walls and give misery to the Romans.â In hindsight the noun miseriam would have been better, but still solid. Mentions bees AND misery. Implies an AU where Hannibal brought giant bees across the Alps instead of elephants. Carthage wins the Punic Wars. 10/10
2. Argus ignem sui amoris dare volebat ieiunis, ieiunis apibus. âArge!â apes dicunt. âNolumus accipere ignem tui amoris.â Argus desperat et se in mare conicit.
âArgus was wishing to give the fire of his love to the hungry, hungry bees. âArgus!â the bees say. âWe do not want to accept the fire of your love.â Argus despairs and hurls himself into the sea.â Descriptive. Tragic. Mentions fire. Has something for everyone. Also 10/10
 3. regis magna apis volabat, et volebat occidere regi. âBeeyonce,â inquit, âuxor es. Ama me.â
âThe great bee of the king was flying, and he was wishing to kill for the king. âBeeyonce,â he said. âYou are my wife. Love me.â â 100/10 for Beeyonce.
Guys, Iâm getting paid to do this.
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