Homework for the Overactive Brain

Today's Quote--"Happy birthday to me, Happy birthday to me..."

Monday, October 21, 2002

 

Okay. Done with my outline, now to put all that stuff into something sensical. If that's possible. I'm trying to take it easy on my brain, I don't want it to turn off again like that, I need it too much! It only took me about 1 hour and 15 min or so to finish up my out line...oy! 3 to 4 pages Cassie, only 3 to 4 pages, double spaced. Now don't overdo it! Don't give Jeff too much work all right? He gets stressed out too. SOCCO is making me not want to pick up my phone or look at my emails. I'll be so happy on Friday when I don't have to deal with this s*** anymore. YARGH. *deep breath* But until then, I will survive. Today's quote from ND is about General Stone Tiger, how, because he had faith that what he saw was actually the tiger that had eaten his mother, he was able to shoot an arrow up to it's feathers into a stone. It's all about having faith that you can do something, and then doing it. So. My goal for the week, believing I can get everything done without killing myself over it all (not suicide killing, I mean staying up too late, working too hard, and ruining my health/brain), and doing it.

Awww, homesickness is back. Okay, so it never went away. But I'm missing home definately. I want to go home for a weekend, even if I have to take homework with me. But it's not going to happen. I don't have that money (argh, back to money again), and when I do have it, I want to save it for Scotland or books, or TP. *sigh* I am going to do my absolute best to make sure my children don't have to worry about money. My parents worked really hard to make sure I never worried about it when I was younger, but once I turned 13 or 14, there was just no way they could really shealter me on that account. Especially when Mom told me that she'd been taking money out of my savings to help pay bills. When I left for school, here, last year she wrote me an IOU. It was for almost $1,500. I can't ever be upset about it because it helped pay to keep me warm, to feed me, to clothe me, etc. It just gives me an odd feeling. Can one really say no to one's parents about stuff like that? No you can't have $75 from my savings...and then they just don't eat for 2 weeks.

*sigh* Money is one of the evils of the world. I understand, like so many things, it has it's place, it's useful, but why do so many people have to suffer because of it? Why do people have to die because of those little sheets of paper? Shouldn't food, shealter, clothing, some form of basic health care, shouldn't those be universal? Shouldn't we care enough about our fellow human beings to make sure that they have their basic needs met? But then capitalism sees that as too much for some, that they would stop there and not try to better themselves. I suppose some might, but if they die of malnutrition will we ever know? Right. I've already beat the money subject into the ground, and decided that I have little room to whine about the state of the world since I do so little to change it. I have little room to whine about being poor as well, at least I always had food in the house, even if it was just bread, ceral, soup, and such. Friends had even less, a bottle of ketchup and that's it. Then there are those who don't even have houses. *sigh* I lament the fate of homosapiens, but do nothing. And here I sit, doing nothing. I think I'll write that book report and pretend that I'm doing something constructive. At least now SOCCO doesn't seem so pressing.

AHHHHH. Snap out of it Cassie! Egads that's depressing. All right. On to mental illness! One of my favorite topics...*music note* writing a book report, writing a book report, writing a book report, oooooooooon schizophrenia! *music note* Tonight's Real Life Moment brought to you by our sponser, "Poverty Is Bad" or just PIB for short...that's where Mr. Pib came from by the way...Oy. Writing book report now...

GL 10:05 PM