This has been bothering me ALL DAY.

That sentence was not indicative but subjunctive. I just got them confused. Arg. Indicative is to state a fact; subjunctive is to say something that is obviously not the true state of things.

Also this year is Leap Year. I've been waiting my whole life for a Leap Year!! I must keep missing them or something but this year is finally it!

(My Friends Are Gonna Be) Strangers - Merle Haggard

I got the letter- I am officially on the Dean's List for last semester! I assumed I would be but it wasn't for sure. But yep, I am in the top 10% of my class! Now... I'm not sure if thats all seniors in Fulbright or all seniors in English/Creative Writing or what... but it still sounds excellent for resumes!

[EDIT:] I had a whole diatribe here but I'm deleting it. I will just leave my last paragraph, leaving all in suspense of what was once posted here.

Anyway I probably shouldn't have said anything. So I will end with this. That sentence "I probably shouldn't have said anything" is an indicative sentence. I think. I'm only on Chapter 5 of my Faulkner grammar book and I haven't actually been paying attention. But as far as I can tell it's indicative. Indicative of what is unreal or uncertain and stating something that should have been done in theory. It is fallacious. Because what I should have done I did not do. I think that makes it indicative.

Love,
Lori

Today feels much better. God has really given me a peace about Scott leaving. Part of this must be Candice's praying for me and part of it is God's grace. I wonder how much of each it is? I suppose it's all God's grace with Candice's praying, too... Hmm...

I started school today and came back to work after what seems like forever. I have worked two days in the past 3 weeks or so. There was a lot waiting for me. But I got all the spam cleared out and all the easy reports taken care of so I should get a lot done tomorrow and be caught up on Thursday. I work every day now and I still haven't figured out how that works with dress. I don't want to wear business clothes to school and I can't wear school clothes to work. I didn't care today, I'm wearing jeans and hoping no one important notices.

I'm thinking of buying a tote bag. A cute pink one.

I had three classes today. English/Language Composition, the "Faulkner Grammar" class, is going to be my favorite. The teacher is so cute. I've had her before for a literature class and found her so boring, but when she talks about grammar, I'm captivated. It's probably not her at all. It's me. I love grammar. I kept answering all the questions. Everyone's either gonna hate me or want to sit by me, I don't know.

Sociology is a BIG class with loud, obnoxious people but the teacher is energetic, and while she might overwhelm me, I should make an easy A in there.

Poetry has a lot of my friends in it and is taught by a teacher no one but me likes. Of course, he starts talking and before I know it my mind is wondering, but it'll be good material and he can be interesting. When he's not being boring. And grouchy. And talking about his ex-wife. Which I personally think is interesting. So I guess just not when he's being boring and grouchy.


I still miss Scott though. He's calling tonight. I predict a lot of "I miss you"s and "I love you"s and so forth.

Photolog of Wrong Things

We'll begin with the initial right thing to contrast the subsequent wrong things. Me and Scott together.



Now that he's gone I'm full of rhetorical questions.

Like, how am I going to make my bed now without a helper? It's a two person job, really.


Or where is Scott's toothbrush now?


And what am I going to do with all this tea/Who am I going to drink it with, hot in the morning before showering?


For Christmas Scott got me a Beddy Bear. It's a bear that you put in the microwave, then sleep with all warm and smelly-good. It may be warm like a person, but its not the same as a person. And Scott doesn't smell like lavendar. But Beddy Bear (naturally named Scott) will have to tide me over for a few months.



I'm not just saying nothing is right to be complainy. The truth is, I came home after leaving him at the airport and everything felt dead. My room felt empty. Like the life was gone. Suddenly it was just a room again. With Scott here, it was home.

That's the thing. Scott feels like home. Now I feel displaced. Like the Scots from the Highlands. Or the Native Americans from their territories.

I feel incomplete.

Scott's gone.

I've never felt more alone in all my life.

Scott leaves today.

I don't want to talk about it.

It's weird the things you can't do when you run out of checks.

I can't pay bills. I mean I could call them in and pay with credit card but then I'd be charged a fee.

Actually that's about it. There are many a place that only take cash or check but I don't shop there too often.

Ok so it's not really something to blog about. I just haven't had anything else to say...

My friends and I had a good night last night, sitting around laughing and drinking. We never do that. We're not exactly big drinkers, me and my friends. So last night was an occasion. An occasion for what? Nothing really, just needed something to do. It ended up being fun. Yay for fun.

Scott is still wonderful even after two straight weeks of pure each other. I can't believe how well we've gotten along. Yay for getting along. Yay for being in love.

Changing 2s to 3s

There are 75 counties in the state of Arkansas.

Friday I went through each county and changed about 6 1s in each county to 2s.

Today I went back through each county and changed all those 2s to 3s.

Next time I'll go back through each county and change each 3 to 4 if it will let me. Otherwise I will change each 3 to a hard coded date.

That comes to about 1,350 changes, not counting my mistakes that I had to go back through and correct.

I get paid a lot of money to do crap.

I've been a bad blogger.

I don't know what to say. This past week has been one of the best weeks ever. Scott and I have been having such a good time together. We haven't done a whole lot, it's just been nice being together. It's something I think most couples take for granted. You expect to be with the person you are with. Scott and I don't get that. (For all you unfamiliar readers, Scott lives in Scotland, I live in Arkansas.) So we've just basked in the sweetness of being around each other. I apologize to all my friends for our touchiness and the grossness of it. I think my friends don't like me right now.

However, it doesn't matter because I'm supremely happy.

I wish I had something else to write about other than Scott, but come on, I'm hardly thinking of anything else. Since he's been here we've gone bowling, seen movies, eaten out, eaten in, rented movies, had dinner with my family, had dinner with my Fayetteville "family", visited Memphis, and shopped. We've done other things, too, but I can't remember them right now.

I don't really have anything to talk about. I'm at work and he's at home, sleeping soundly I'm sure. I miss him. I don't want him to go back.

Hello to everyone. This is Scott again. I'm at Lori's work while she does a few hours to get her holiday pay.

It's not terribly interesting.

One thing I'd like to observe about her work is that the programme they use to do reports is terrible. Someone should really write them something better, that isn't a text based interface. It'd be much quicker if they could use the mouse and do things automatically. Someone could make some money out of that.

We went to Graceland. It was an awful lot of fun. I wish the tour was set out differently though, you were kind of rushed from room to room without being able to stop and actually see the place. The jungle room wasn't made a big enough deal of. It was the one room in the house that I really wanted to see. Oh well.

It was still good, in a kitsch/tacky way.

I like Waffle House waffles. Hopefully we get to go again. The bacon wasn't so good, though. Sausage next time I think.

Food in America is weird.