Irresponsible

Apparently even at the ripe old age of 38, I am still the sort of procrastinator who leaves her homework until the last minute, then allows herself to be talked into Terminator: Salvation. Which was...okay, I guess. The special effects were impressive, the plot was lacking, and the ending was ludicrous. The actor who played the maybe-Terminator had a really hard time hanging on to his American accent, but I liked Moon Bloodgood and Anton Yelchin. And it had Michael Ironside. He makes everything he's in more fun, just by showing up and being gruff. But then I found myself up way past my bedtime, wrestling with an assignment to write a full description of a scene using a limited number of adjectives and adverbs. It turns out that sometime between 11 and midnight, I start to get confused about parts of speech. Fucking grammar.

Of course, that was last week, and here I find myself in the same last minute situation again. This time I have a better excuse, at least. I have to turn in my second short story tonight, so I was busy working on that. Still, guess who will be spending her lunch hour polishing her homework assignment on dialogue? Yes, that would be me. Some things never change.