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*smites tailgaters partying loudly outside and tour groups coming through the dorm when I'm trying to sleep*
Murder is imminent.
Murder is imminent.
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This day did not start well. Within five minutes of getting up, I realized that my computer had decided to randomly restart itself when I had been in the middle of downloading something - for the second day in a row, and my nose started bleeding, which is in general not cool but is even less cool first thing in the morning. Plus I couldn't find the tissues and I was slightly naked and thus couldn't immediately go to the bathroom and try to make it stop bleeding. Ended up going to the bathroom in my bathrobe and waiting for my nose to stop bleeding which took a good ten minutes or so. And thus the rest of my morning was way rushed as I was trying to get dressed and re-find the download that got killed when my computer restarted.
Then I went to class and didn't learn a damn thing because I was trying to study for my other class, in which I had a mid-term today. After I got out of my first class, I went up to Jen's office and spent the entire time until Anth of Gender studying for the test. I was very worried about it, but apparently the eighty-billion hours of studying did in fact do some good because I actually knew what I was talking about for most of the test. Normally I wouldn't have been that worried, but in that class, you really have to know what you're talking about to do well on the test. But I think I did okay which makes me very very happy.
So, after I got out of the test, Jen and I finally got around to eating lunch and now I'm hanging around the library until the senate meeting tonight. I might have to leave early though so that I can make it to the optometrist by 5:45 so that he can check my eyes and give me my new contacts. Yay, new contacts!!!
So, in summary, my day started off sucky but gradually improved, which is quite a nice feeling. You appreciate the good parts of a day a lot more when it looked like it was going to severely suck donkey balls.
Love you guys!
Then I went to class and didn't learn a damn thing because I was trying to study for my other class, in which I had a mid-term today. After I got out of my first class, I went up to Jen's office and spent the entire time until Anth of Gender studying for the test. I was very worried about it, but apparently the eighty-billion hours of studying did in fact do some good because I actually knew what I was talking about for most of the test. Normally I wouldn't have been that worried, but in that class, you really have to know what you're talking about to do well on the test. But I think I did okay which makes me very very happy.
So, after I got out of the test, Jen and I finally got around to eating lunch and now I'm hanging around the library until the senate meeting tonight. I might have to leave early though so that I can make it to the optometrist by 5:45 so that he can check my eyes and give me my new contacts. Yay, new contacts!!!
So, in summary, my day started off sucky but gradually improved, which is quite a nice feeling. You appreciate the good parts of a day a lot more when it looked like it was going to severely suck donkey balls.
Love you guys!
The copy of Saved! that I ordered on Amazon finally got here today. It was shipped on the 19th. There's no earthly reason for it to have taken the mail more than 3 maybe 4 days to get it to BG. I think the other 3 or 4 days were all spent sitting behind the desk at my dorm waiting for them to feel like giving it to me. I think the only reason I actually have it now is because it fit in the mailbox. If they had needed to fill out a package slip I probably wouldn't have it yet. I think they are allergic to package slips. Grr. Stupid dorm.
So, in summary: Yay for Saved! Boo for other packages not being here because my dorm is run by complete fuckups.
Oh, and I have Boondock Saints pins on my purse now. W00t!
So, in summary: Yay for Saved! Boo for other packages not being here because my dorm is run by complete fuckups.
Oh, and I have Boondock Saints pins on my purse now. W00t!
Interesting academic article about slash that's probably not of interest to anyone but me. I heart meta. And Henry Jenkins. Why didn't I go to MIT and major in Comparative Media Studies?
And in other news, my boss's boss is an asshole. Well, actually he's incredibly patronizing and condescending which is a subtle difference. Not that this is news, since most of you have heard me bitching about him for the last four weeks (aka, since he got here).
Today he was asking my boss (whom I adore) why there is so much crap lying around behind the counter, basically. Umm, possibly because there's nowhere for it to go?
Oh, and my favorite thing he's done to piss me off *today* is after my Boss and my sort-of-boss left to go to the mall for a little while, leaving me running the office alone, he wandered out of his office and as he was walking by the counter to leave, he oh-so-politely observed, "So, they just... left you alone? They must really trust you." I sort of mm-hmmed and tried not to physically hit him. Stupid jerk. What exactly is that supposed to imply? And then he went on to say something about being nice to customers because he doesn't want people to get mad at us, which is also the reasoning he gave for undermining my boss's authority and rolling back a policy we put in place last semester to try and stop people from abusing their damn ID cards. As though he knows *anything* about the way this office runs. Grr. He just really pisses me off. It's getting to the point that his presence grates on my nerves regardless of if he even opens his mouth.
He's the boss of way more than our office, so why did *we* have to get stuck putting up with him all the time? Can't they put his office somewhere nice and far away? Like the moon?
And this is not just me being randomly bitchy. Everyone I work with and everyone I know who's had any dealings with him agrees that he's overbearing and condescending.
This is mostly just driving me crazy because 90% of the time, I *like* my job, and most of that other 10% is just when my alarm is going off at 7:30 AM. But he's making me not want to be at work, which pisses me off. I don't like to let other people manipulate me that way. Bastard. *grr*
And why hasn't my damn MP3 player gotten here yet? *cries*
And in other news, my boss's boss is an asshole. Well, actually he's incredibly patronizing and condescending which is a subtle difference. Not that this is news, since most of you have heard me bitching about him for the last four weeks (aka, since he got here).
Today he was asking my boss (whom I adore) why there is so much crap lying around behind the counter, basically. Umm, possibly because there's nowhere for it to go?
Oh, and my favorite thing he's done to piss me off *today* is after my Boss and my sort-of-boss left to go to the mall for a little while, leaving me running the office alone, he wandered out of his office and as he was walking by the counter to leave, he oh-so-politely observed, "So, they just... left you alone? They must really trust you." I sort of mm-hmmed and tried not to physically hit him. Stupid jerk. What exactly is that supposed to imply? And then he went on to say something about being nice to customers because he doesn't want people to get mad at us, which is also the reasoning he gave for undermining my boss's authority and rolling back a policy we put in place last semester to try and stop people from abusing their damn ID cards. As though he knows *anything* about the way this office runs. Grr. He just really pisses me off. It's getting to the point that his presence grates on my nerves regardless of if he even opens his mouth.
He's the boss of way more than our office, so why did *we* have to get stuck putting up with him all the time? Can't they put his office somewhere nice and far away? Like the moon?
And this is not just me being randomly bitchy. Everyone I work with and everyone I know who's had any dealings with him agrees that he's overbearing and condescending.
This is mostly just driving me crazy because 90% of the time, I *like* my job, and most of that other 10% is just when my alarm is going off at 7:30 AM. But he's making me not want to be at work, which pisses me off. I don't like to let other people manipulate me that way. Bastard. *grr*
And why hasn't my damn MP3 player gotten here yet? *cries*
Still no MP3 player - apparently this is likely due to the fact that mail has a ridiculously hard time breaking into our dorm and no one knows why.
Still suffering from unfiltered-stream-of-consciousness mouth. No idea why.
I think I shall go cross-stitch for a while, watch last night's Lost, and *then* figure out if I have to do anything for classes tomorrow.
I spent way a lot of time in the library today wandering through the stacks trying to decide what to do my research paper for Anthro of Gender about. I sort of have an idea and a whole slew of books checked out to help me narrow down my idea. Now I just have to decide what subject I want to do for the *other* bloody research paper I have to write this semester for English 300.
Oh, and I lost one of my button/pin things off my purse today. *le cry*
Still suffering from unfiltered-stream-of-consciousness mouth. No idea why.
I think I shall go cross-stitch for a while, watch last night's Lost, and *then* figure out if I have to do anything for classes tomorrow.
I spent way a lot of time in the library today wandering through the stacks trying to decide what to do my research paper for Anthro of Gender about. I sort of have an idea and a whole slew of books checked out to help me narrow down my idea. Now I just have to decide what subject I want to do for the *other* bloody research paper I have to write this semester for English 300.
Oh, and I lost one of my button/pin things off my purse today. *le cry*
goddamn fire alarm at a quarter to six in the morning
goddamn stupid dorm
goddamn work starting at 8:00 am
*rawr*
I wanna go back to bed!
goddamn stupid dorm
goddamn work starting at 8:00 am
*rawr*
I wanna go back to bed!
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I haven't decided yet if today was better or worse than yesterday. It was easier, but significantly longer.
La la la.
Got up (way earlier than I needed to), went to Soc 210 (yay for Doug Smith), hung out with Mikey, had lunch with Eric, kissed Rita, went to Anth 343 (yay!!!), hung out with Rita and Eric some more, wandered downhill, hung out with Ricky for a few minutes, went to the bookstore and got an alarm clock, went down to the SGA office to wait for my meeting with Katie (prez of Student Gov't for those not in the know) at 4.
And then the whole world got slightly thrown for a loop. I don't know what I expected the meeting to be about, but it was not what I expected. She offered me the executive branch position that I was interested in last spring, but she had previously told me she was giving to someone else. So I will not be chairing the Legislative Research Committee this year, instead, I will be the Director of Academic and Student Affairs, which I'm pretty excited about. I have to have office hours! Eeee! *panics* I still have to give some thought to how I will manage to work that in to my schedule. And then I had to go to an Exec meeting at 5. That totally lasted *2* hours. *le sigh* Hopefully, they will not always be that bad, but jeez! Especially since we are apparently having our regular exec meetings on Wednesday nights, which I guess means I will have to record Lost. I suppose I'll survive it. So, yeah, random-ness. That's enough SGA politics invading my LJ.
Oh, and I missed like 4 calls on my cell during the meeting. When did I randomly become popular or something?
Campus is never going to dry out. Ever. Do you think they'll cancel class if somebody drowns walking around campus?
ETA: Oh, 'bout my new alarm clock. It is, sadly, not purple. But it does have that nifty two-alarm-settings thing. And it doesn't go BEEP!, BEEP!, BEEP!. Instead it goes, (beep), Beep, Beep!, BEEP!, BEEP!, BEEP!, which is kinda nifty.
Also, 1 slightly functional purple alarm clock, free to a good home.
ETA2: I totally have homework. Blegh. English suxx0rs. I really want to do the reading I have to do, either at work tomorrow or in Craig Taylor's class. But, somehow, I feel that would be setting a bad precedent for the semester. ;_;
ETA3: I forgot to mention the random people that me and Ewwic ate lunch with! While we were getting food, two random people totally sat at our table, and since we didn't feel like giving it up, we sat down with them and struck up a conversation. Chickie had vibrantly pink hair, so we discussed hair dye for a while, and then the crazy campus-flooding-ness, and the fact that they are anime fans. Eric invited them to RSO and they were totally like "yes! sentient life does exist on this campus!" Apparently they just transferred here. And they are married, which is slightly random. And then chickie pulled out her purse (which was basically a smaller version of a messenger bag) which had the "Anime: Crack is cheaper" slogan on it, and I was all like "Zomg, I totally almost bought that at Otakon last year!" and she was all "I totally *did* buy this at Otakon last year!" which was *really* random. ...and I think I'm going to stop ETA'ing this poor update now.
La la la.
Got up (way earlier than I needed to), went to Soc 210 (yay for Doug Smith), hung out with Mikey, had lunch with Eric, kissed Rita, went to Anth 343 (yay!!!), hung out with Rita and Eric some more, wandered downhill, hung out with Ricky for a few minutes, went to the bookstore and got an alarm clock, went down to the SGA office to wait for my meeting with Katie (prez of Student Gov't for those not in the know) at 4.
And then the whole world got slightly thrown for a loop. I don't know what I expected the meeting to be about, but it was not what I expected. She offered me the executive branch position that I was interested in last spring, but she had previously told me she was giving to someone else. So I will not be chairing the Legislative Research Committee this year, instead, I will be the Director of Academic and Student Affairs, which I'm pretty excited about. I have to have office hours! Eeee! *panics* I still have to give some thought to how I will manage to work that in to my schedule. And then I had to go to an Exec meeting at 5. That totally lasted *2* hours. *le sigh* Hopefully, they will not always be that bad, but jeez! Especially since we are apparently having our regular exec meetings on Wednesday nights, which I guess means I will have to record Lost. I suppose I'll survive it. So, yeah, random-ness. That's enough SGA politics invading my LJ.
Oh, and I missed like 4 calls on my cell during the meeting. When did I randomly become popular or something?
Campus is never going to dry out. Ever. Do you think they'll cancel class if somebody drowns walking around campus?
ETA: Oh, 'bout my new alarm clock. It is, sadly, not purple. But it does have that nifty two-alarm-settings thing. And it doesn't go BEEP!, BEEP!, BEEP!. Instead it goes, (beep), Beep, Beep!, BEEP!, BEEP!, BEEP!, which is kinda nifty.
Also, 1 slightly functional purple alarm clock, free to a good home.
ETA2: I totally have homework. Blegh. English suxx0rs. I really want to do the reading I have to do, either at work tomorrow or in Craig Taylor's class. But, somehow, I feel that would be setting a bad precedent for the semester. ;_;
ETA3: I forgot to mention the random people that me and Ewwic ate lunch with! While we were getting food, two random people totally sat at our table, and since we didn't feel like giving it up, we sat down with them and struck up a conversation. Chickie had vibrantly pink hair, so we discussed hair dye for a while, and then the crazy campus-flooding-ness, and the fact that they are anime fans. Eric invited them to RSO and they were totally like "yes! sentient life does exist on this campus!" Apparently they just transferred here. And they are married, which is slightly random. And then chickie pulled out her purse (which was basically a smaller version of a messenger bag) which had the "Anime: Crack is cheaper" slogan on it, and I was all like "Zomg, I totally almost bought that at Otakon last year!" and she was all "I totally *did* buy this at Otakon last year!" which was *really* random. ...and I think I'm going to stop ETA'ing this poor update now.
Oh, and have I mentioned that I have to buy a new alarm clock?
Mine no longer goes BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!.
Now, instead, it goes (beep, beep, beep, beep).
And that just won't do at all.
Now I have to go put my laundry in the dryer. ^.^
Mine no longer goes BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!.
Now, instead, it goes (beep, beep, beep, beep).
And that just won't do at all.
Now I have to go put my laundry in the dryer. ^.^
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Yay, dorm-y-ness! Whoo-hoo!
...I take back every nice thing I ever said about move-able furniture. It is evil. And heavy. *rawr*
I am le tired. I think I will make the bed, go to sleep and get around to actually unpacking my stuff tomorrow.
ETA: Woe is me, for I lack closet hooks! *sob*
...and I have yet to find a place to hang *one* wall calendar much less *five*...
Other than that, I'm liking the new dorm.
...I take back every nice thing I ever said about move-able furniture. It is evil. And heavy. *rawr*
I am le tired. I think I will make the bed, go to sleep and get around to actually unpacking my stuff tomorrow.
ETA: Woe is me, for I lack closet hooks! *sob*
...and I have yet to find a place to hang *one* wall calendar much less *five*...
Other than that, I'm liking the new dorm.
Yesterday was the longest day on the planet. Really.
Here's how yesterday was supposed to go:
-get up at 6 AM
-be moved into the dorm before 8 AM, when everyone in the universe would begin showing up
-work till 4
-buy Home Depot gift card for Beth and Doug as wedding present
-go to wedding
-sleep
Here's how it actually happened:
-Well, first off, I had to move back my start date because I didn't get all my stuff in the car and get showered until almost 2:30 AM, and I didn't want to run a full day with lots of driving on three and a half hours of sleep. Just seemed like a bad idea. So I moved the start time back to 7:30, because I figured 5 hours of sleep would be enough to get by and it still would not be that crowded at about 9 AM.
-So I woke up at 7:30 AM, surprisingly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Then I attempted to wake up Bruce. Then I woke him up again. Eventually he got up and took his sweet time getting ready so I didn't actually get out of the house until almost 8:30. He was driving the Jimmy with all my stuff in it and I was driving the Thunderbird so I would have something to come home in after he finished helping me move in and went home.
-We went through Lewisburg to get gas and he decided he needed to check the oil in the Thunderbird because it sounded funny. He spent 10 minutes trying futilely to figure out how to open the hood. He *finally* gave up and asked mom's mechanic who was like 5 feet away watching the entire struggle with amusement. Gomer opened the hood in about 3 seconds. We checked the oil and it did need some, so we fed it a quart. It did run better after that, which was almost enough to make up for the delays he was putting in my plan.
-We finally got on the road towards russellville and ultimately BG. It was almost 9 by this time.
-5 minutes outside of Lewisburg, my cell phone rings. After half-risking my life trying to get my phone out of my purse in the backseat while driving, I answered it. It was mom. Telling me to come *back* to Lewisburg because she needed me to do something for her. *sigh* Turned around and went back to Lewisburg.
-Went by the post office where mom gave me the title for the Kia so that I could take it to a bank in BG and get proof of the lean on it being released (she paid it off with a personal loan on Monday so that the insurance company wouldn't get to keep it - due to some crazy KY-specific laws that don't really make any sense).
-Finally got back on the road towards BG. Going *way* too slowly because Bruce kept falling behind. I seriously had to go like 45-50 the entire fucking way to BG. I think it caused me physical pain to drive under the speed limit.
-When I go to BG, I stopped at the bank where I was supposed to be able to get the lean-realease thingie. After much frustration and waiting almost half an hour, some chick finally told me that she couldn't give it to me because Mom's check hadn't cleared yet (even though they told her Monday it wouldn't take more than 2 days) because it "wasn't exactly local", by which I think the chick actually meant "because it's not a check from *our* bank so we don't feel like doing things in a timely manner". With a side order of "oh, by the way, we don't need the title, we need the receipt from where she paid it off". Lovely.
-Moved on and went to the dorm. The crazy, full-of-people, ripped-apart-by-construction dorm. Because for some reason, they decided that move-in day was a great time to close down the circle around Minton and start ripping up the ground to such an extent that we couldn't even walk around the building the short way. So we had to throw everything out on the ground a ways back behind the dorm, then Bruce had to find somewhere to park the Jimmy while we moved stuff and I had to go find somewhere to leave the Thunderbird all day without getting, like, towed or something. I ended up parking in the new structure, which I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to do, but I didn't particularly care at that point.
-So then I had to hike back around all the crazy construction to get back to my stuff so that I could then carry all my shit a bajillion miles around the back of Minton to get it into the dorm room.
-Tell me why they thought it would be a good idea to rip up all possible paths between Minton and DUC. I mean, seriously, you can't walk the few hundred feet between the two buildings without going halfway around the universe.
-So, by the time I got all my stuff moved in (except for my computer that's still at home with me, and my fridge and stuff that is still at Danny's), sent Bruce home, and headed to work, it was like 11:30.
-Work was kinda rough because there was an OAR and the other two chicks working were there well before me so they got to do the sitting down jobs and I had to run around all afternoon.
-I did go pick up my books from the bookstore when I had a few minutes to spare. I was going to take them back to my dorm room, but I didn't get around to that. I also didn't get a chance to return my Public Health 100 book (because I am probably going to drop that class) and see if my Anthro of Gender book(s) were available yet and pick up a couple of books for Michael.
-Why didn't I get to do those things? Because mom called to yell at me (on danny's phone because mine doesn't get enough service to even *ring* which I got yelled at about, don't ask me how I'm to blame because I have no clue) and tell me that I had to leave right that very second. She needed the license plate for the Kia, which was, for some inexplicalbe reason, sitting in the floorboard of the Thunderbird. She needed it so she could drive the Kia home from the frame shop it was at in Hoptown. She needed to pick up the Kia by 5:30. So I hurried to the Thunderbird, and started driving towards Russelville where she was going to meet me and get the license plate.
-I sped like mad and practiced what I would tell the cop if I got pulled over.
-Made it to Russellville, handed over the license plate, told mom to let me pick up Zoe so that she wouldn't end up getting dragged off to Hoptown with Mom and certainly miss the wedding. It was already time to pick Zoe up by this point and I was still in Russellville. And I couldn't leave yet, because I still had to find a gift certificate for Beth and Doug. I tried 84 Lumber who told me that they don't do gift card thingies which is stupid, might I add. Everyone should do gift cards.
-Said fuck it, gave up and got a Wal-Mart gift card.
-It was like 4:40 by this time and Zoe was supposeed to be picked up at 4:30. Normally, it is a 15-20 minute drive from Russellville to Elkton. When I turned onto the road that goes from Russelville towards Elkton it was 4:45. When I hit the stop light in Elkton it was 4:55. I did some *serious* speeding. Part of that was because I was running so late and part of that was because I happened to be following a truck who was going 75-80 the whole way. Generally speaking, I'm a lot more comfortable speeding if I'm following someone else who is speeding because then that person is more likely to be the one to get the ticket if a cop spots us.
-The craziest part? I *did* see a cop. While I was going upwards of 75 in a 55 zone. He *passed* me. Seriously, flew by me and the truck in front of me like we were standing still. I guess he had more important places to be or something. Hell, I'm not complaining. But I seriously think I had a heart attack when I saw the cop. I had vivid mental images of being hauled off to jail.
-Picked Zoe up, ranted about my day the entire way home.
-Stopped at home so Zoe could change clothes for the wedding, then turned around and got *back* in the car to go up the road for the wedding.
-The wedding was fun and there was good food afterwards. Even though it attacked me. Seriously. I was trying to use the barbecue tongs and I managed to slice my finger open. Don't worry, I didn't bleed on the food.
-Hung around for a while, then went home. Helen came by later and we watched Into the Woods (which is an awesome musical).
-And then I called my girlfriend. It occurred to me about two and a half hours into the conversation that I probably should have had her call me back so that we wouldn't run up Mom's long distance bill. Oops. I hope we have a great long distance plan. I don't think my mom will really complain.
-Then I fell asleep. Like, pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow. I nearly fell asleep while I was on the phone.
And while today is much less stressful than yesterday, my health (which has been heading south for several days) is worse today. I had a headache when I went to bed and it was even worse when I woke up. I've already taken painkillers which sort of helped. And my sinuses are exploding and have been for several days. My throat feels like it's made of bits of sharp stone and leftover pieces of barbed wire, and I keep sneezing like crazy. I also kind of ache all over. I'm not sure how much of that is from all my exertions yesterday or if it's more a sick-thing.
I'm looking towards probably going to the dorm to stay tomorrow evening. Depending on what time I get there, I will try to hunt down all my friends either that night or sometime Sunday. I miss you guys.
And I have $20 in the bank. Which has to last me for a couple of weeks. *cries*
So, yeah, that's me. How're you guys doing?
Here's how yesterday was supposed to go:
-get up at 6 AM
-be moved into the dorm before 8 AM, when everyone in the universe would begin showing up
-work till 4
-buy Home Depot gift card for Beth and Doug as wedding present
-go to wedding
-sleep
Here's how it actually happened:
-Well, first off, I had to move back my start date because I didn't get all my stuff in the car and get showered until almost 2:30 AM, and I didn't want to run a full day with lots of driving on three and a half hours of sleep. Just seemed like a bad idea. So I moved the start time back to 7:30, because I figured 5 hours of sleep would be enough to get by and it still would not be that crowded at about 9 AM.
-So I woke up at 7:30 AM, surprisingly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Then I attempted to wake up Bruce. Then I woke him up again. Eventually he got up and took his sweet time getting ready so I didn't actually get out of the house until almost 8:30. He was driving the Jimmy with all my stuff in it and I was driving the Thunderbird so I would have something to come home in after he finished helping me move in and went home.
-We went through Lewisburg to get gas and he decided he needed to check the oil in the Thunderbird because it sounded funny. He spent 10 minutes trying futilely to figure out how to open the hood. He *finally* gave up and asked mom's mechanic who was like 5 feet away watching the entire struggle with amusement. Gomer opened the hood in about 3 seconds. We checked the oil and it did need some, so we fed it a quart. It did run better after that, which was almost enough to make up for the delays he was putting in my plan.
-We finally got on the road towards russellville and ultimately BG. It was almost 9 by this time.
-5 minutes outside of Lewisburg, my cell phone rings. After half-risking my life trying to get my phone out of my purse in the backseat while driving, I answered it. It was mom. Telling me to come *back* to Lewisburg because she needed me to do something for her. *sigh* Turned around and went back to Lewisburg.
-Went by the post office where mom gave me the title for the Kia so that I could take it to a bank in BG and get proof of the lean on it being released (she paid it off with a personal loan on Monday so that the insurance company wouldn't get to keep it - due to some crazy KY-specific laws that don't really make any sense).
-Finally got back on the road towards BG. Going *way* too slowly because Bruce kept falling behind. I seriously had to go like 45-50 the entire fucking way to BG. I think it caused me physical pain to drive under the speed limit.
-When I go to BG, I stopped at the bank where I was supposed to be able to get the lean-realease thingie. After much frustration and waiting almost half an hour, some chick finally told me that she couldn't give it to me because Mom's check hadn't cleared yet (even though they told her Monday it wouldn't take more than 2 days) because it "wasn't exactly local", by which I think the chick actually meant "because it's not a check from *our* bank so we don't feel like doing things in a timely manner". With a side order of "oh, by the way, we don't need the title, we need the receipt from where she paid it off". Lovely.
-Moved on and went to the dorm. The crazy, full-of-people, ripped-apart-by-construction dorm. Because for some reason, they decided that move-in day was a great time to close down the circle around Minton and start ripping up the ground to such an extent that we couldn't even walk around the building the short way. So we had to throw everything out on the ground a ways back behind the dorm, then Bruce had to find somewhere to park the Jimmy while we moved stuff and I had to go find somewhere to leave the Thunderbird all day without getting, like, towed or something. I ended up parking in the new structure, which I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to do, but I didn't particularly care at that point.
-So then I had to hike back around all the crazy construction to get back to my stuff so that I could then carry all my shit a bajillion miles around the back of Minton to get it into the dorm room.
-Tell me why they thought it would be a good idea to rip up all possible paths between Minton and DUC. I mean, seriously, you can't walk the few hundred feet between the two buildings without going halfway around the universe.
-So, by the time I got all my stuff moved in (except for my computer that's still at home with me, and my fridge and stuff that is still at Danny's), sent Bruce home, and headed to work, it was like 11:30.
-Work was kinda rough because there was an OAR and the other two chicks working were there well before me so they got to do the sitting down jobs and I had to run around all afternoon.
-I did go pick up my books from the bookstore when I had a few minutes to spare. I was going to take them back to my dorm room, but I didn't get around to that. I also didn't get a chance to return my Public Health 100 book (because I am probably going to drop that class) and see if my Anthro of Gender book(s) were available yet and pick up a couple of books for Michael.
-Why didn't I get to do those things? Because mom called to yell at me (on danny's phone because mine doesn't get enough service to even *ring* which I got yelled at about, don't ask me how I'm to blame because I have no clue) and tell me that I had to leave right that very second. She needed the license plate for the Kia, which was, for some inexplicalbe reason, sitting in the floorboard of the Thunderbird. She needed it so she could drive the Kia home from the frame shop it was at in Hoptown. She needed to pick up the Kia by 5:30. So I hurried to the Thunderbird, and started driving towards Russelville where she was going to meet me and get the license plate.
-I sped like mad and practiced what I would tell the cop if I got pulled over.
-Made it to Russellville, handed over the license plate, told mom to let me pick up Zoe so that she wouldn't end up getting dragged off to Hoptown with Mom and certainly miss the wedding. It was already time to pick Zoe up by this point and I was still in Russellville. And I couldn't leave yet, because I still had to find a gift certificate for Beth and Doug. I tried 84 Lumber who told me that they don't do gift card thingies which is stupid, might I add. Everyone should do gift cards.
-Said fuck it, gave up and got a Wal-Mart gift card.
-It was like 4:40 by this time and Zoe was supposeed to be picked up at 4:30. Normally, it is a 15-20 minute drive from Russellville to Elkton. When I turned onto the road that goes from Russelville towards Elkton it was 4:45. When I hit the stop light in Elkton it was 4:55. I did some *serious* speeding. Part of that was because I was running so late and part of that was because I happened to be following a truck who was going 75-80 the whole way. Generally speaking, I'm a lot more comfortable speeding if I'm following someone else who is speeding because then that person is more likely to be the one to get the ticket if a cop spots us.
-The craziest part? I *did* see a cop. While I was going upwards of 75 in a 55 zone. He *passed* me. Seriously, flew by me and the truck in front of me like we were standing still. I guess he had more important places to be or something. Hell, I'm not complaining. But I seriously think I had a heart attack when I saw the cop. I had vivid mental images of being hauled off to jail.
-Picked Zoe up, ranted about my day the entire way home.
-Stopped at home so Zoe could change clothes for the wedding, then turned around and got *back* in the car to go up the road for the wedding.
-The wedding was fun and there was good food afterwards. Even though it attacked me. Seriously. I was trying to use the barbecue tongs and I managed to slice my finger open. Don't worry, I didn't bleed on the food.
-Hung around for a while, then went home. Helen came by later and we watched Into the Woods (which is an awesome musical).
-And then I called my girlfriend. It occurred to me about two and a half hours into the conversation that I probably should have had her call me back so that we wouldn't run up Mom's long distance bill. Oops. I hope we have a great long distance plan. I don't think my mom will really complain.
-Then I fell asleep. Like, pretty much as soon as my head hit the pillow. I nearly fell asleep while I was on the phone.
And while today is much less stressful than yesterday, my health (which has been heading south for several days) is worse today. I had a headache when I went to bed and it was even worse when I woke up. I've already taken painkillers which sort of helped. And my sinuses are exploding and have been for several days. My throat feels like it's made of bits of sharp stone and leftover pieces of barbed wire, and I keep sneezing like crazy. I also kind of ache all over. I'm not sure how much of that is from all my exertions yesterday or if it's more a sick-thing.
I'm looking towards probably going to the dorm to stay tomorrow evening. Depending on what time I get there, I will try to hunt down all my friends either that night or sometime Sunday. I miss you guys.
And I have $20 in the bank. Which has to last me for a couple of weeks. *cries*
So, yeah, that's me. How're you guys doing?
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*blegh!*
Just spent far too long arguing with the online Fafsa form. Which, yes, I know I should have done months ago, but try telling my mother that. It's slightly impossible for me to do it without her assistance as I would lack her tax information. *sigh* And I *know* me and mikey are both going to get our fafsa's audited *again*. Again, I say, Blegh.
I think I shall go read pr0n and look for icons, now. I need to unwind.
I really do not want to have to go to the dentist tomorrow. Damn needles.
Work today was... very busy. But I actually enjoyed it. I missed my job. Don't ask me *why*, as it is little more than menial office work, but I did. Don't worry, this will pass quickly. Like, about the first day I have to go in at 8:00 AM.
I have a headache. :-(
Just spent far too long arguing with the online Fafsa form. Which, yes, I know I should have done months ago, but try telling my mother that. It's slightly impossible for me to do it without her assistance as I would lack her tax information. *sigh* And I *know* me and mikey are both going to get our fafsa's audited *again*. Again, I say, Blegh.
I think I shall go read pr0n and look for icons, now. I need to unwind.
I really do not want to have to go to the dentist tomorrow. Damn needles.
Work today was... very busy. But I actually enjoyed it. I missed my job. Don't ask me *why*, as it is little more than menial office work, but I did. Don't worry, this will pass quickly. Like, about the first day I have to go in at 8:00 AM.
I have a headache. :-(
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Do we all remember how yesterday I was convinced that Aileen's new husband, Francisco, blowing up her car's engine was my third bad thing to complete my set and it had just gotten lost? Well, I was wrong. Very wrong.
This morning, on his way to work in mom's Cutlass (that I told her yesterday not to let him drive), he wrecked it (currently undrivable, future unknown) - and here's the kicker - to avoid running over a dog.
Okay, so yeah I feel very strongly about dogs in general and *my* dogs in particular, but I do *not* advocate risking *human* lives to save animal ones. If you cannot *safely* avoid the animal, it is almost always better to slow down as much as possible and hit it than to hit something else, not least of which because when you have a car accident, you can never be sure that you're only going to endanger yourself.
Apparently no one ever told Francisco this.
So Bruce is taking him to work in the Jimmy and then coming back. Mom drove the Thunderbird to work and I drove it back so Aileen could drive it to *her* work. Aileen is *severely* displeased with this whole marriage deal and her husband in particular just now.
It didn't help that right when she got herself and baby all put in to the car to leave (running late already), Gallahad jumped in the backseat and sat down and looked at her like "Okay, now I'm ready to go." I forcefully explained to the dog that he could *not* go to work with her and that he needed to get the *hell* out of the car before I kicked his ass. Which, surprisingly enough, actually worked.
So now I'm going to go back to sleep because I've only had two hours of sleep thusfar.
I have no idea how we're getting Zoe to the play tonight.
Musical cars, round 3. The music is playing faster and faster and we're running in smaller and smaller circles. I really want to not have to continue this metaphor to the next level.
You know what really worries me? Since Aileen's engine blowing up was not, as I previously thought, the last in MY set of three, and instead was the start of her OWN set, that puts us both at 2, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Hopefully it is not another car because aside from mom's right-hand-drive work vehicles, we only have 2 left to spread between 5 drivers and 6 separate people needing to be different places.
This week needs to get DONE with already!
This morning, on his way to work in mom's Cutlass (that I told her yesterday not to let him drive), he wrecked it (currently undrivable, future unknown) - and here's the kicker - to avoid running over a dog.
Okay, so yeah I feel very strongly about dogs in general and *my* dogs in particular, but I do *not* advocate risking *human* lives to save animal ones. If you cannot *safely* avoid the animal, it is almost always better to slow down as much as possible and hit it than to hit something else, not least of which because when you have a car accident, you can never be sure that you're only going to endanger yourself.
Apparently no one ever told Francisco this.
So Bruce is taking him to work in the Jimmy and then coming back. Mom drove the Thunderbird to work and I drove it back so Aileen could drive it to *her* work. Aileen is *severely* displeased with this whole marriage deal and her husband in particular just now.
It didn't help that right when she got herself and baby all put in to the car to leave (running late already), Gallahad jumped in the backseat and sat down and looked at her like "Okay, now I'm ready to go." I forcefully explained to the dog that he could *not* go to work with her and that he needed to get the *hell* out of the car before I kicked his ass. Which, surprisingly enough, actually worked.
So now I'm going to go back to sleep because I've only had two hours of sleep thusfar.
I have no idea how we're getting Zoe to the play tonight.
Musical cars, round 3. The music is playing faster and faster and we're running in smaller and smaller circles. I really want to not have to continue this metaphor to the next level.
You know what really worries me? Since Aileen's engine blowing up was not, as I previously thought, the last in MY set of three, and instead was the start of her OWN set, that puts us both at 2, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Hopefully it is not another car because aside from mom's right-hand-drive work vehicles, we only have 2 left to spread between 5 drivers and 6 separate people needing to be different places.
This week needs to get DONE with already!
*points to subject line* Still the best line Bug has ever voiced in the entire show.
Anyway, I want to talk about re-watching "Forget Me Not" on A&E but this requires some backstory... (BTW, how did we end up at the end of season 4 in CJ re-runs? What happened to seasons 2 & 3? Do they not exist in A&E's timeline?)
So, I spend at least part of every evening over at my sister Aileen's house helping her watch Luke. And we always watch Crossing Jordan when it comes on A&E at 10 while she tries to convince Luke to go to sleep (BTW, what kind of 18-month-old baby doesn't go to sleep until after 10:30?!? My lil sis is *15* and she goes to bed earlier than that!) So, Aileen almost always falls asleep before the episode is over because she has to get up pretty early. She always ends up asking me the next day how the ep ended.
Last night, after I went, "Oh yeah, this is *that* episode" for about the third time in a row, she asked me how I could possibly realize that three separate times and I explained that while I remember each of the different sub-plots, they rarely remain connected in my memories, so I remember all these things happening but I forget that they all happened in the same ep. This seemed to make sense to her.
So tonight, I was like "Oh yeah, *this* episode." And she was like, "What happens in this one?" And, proud of the fact that I actually remembered both main plotlines in this one, I started explaining the whole ep to her, figuring I was just saving myself from having to explain it all the next day.
So I start telling her about how Nigel's girlfriend's kid gets kidnapped and she's like "Nigel? The gay one?"
And I'm like, "Yeah, the gay one," and continue telling about the daughter's kidnapping.
She interrupts with, "But I thought he was gay?"
Me: "Well, I guess he's only bi."
Aileen: "Oh. So what happens after that?"
I continue to explain about how the mom set the whole thing up, as the scene is playing with the rum punch and she immediately picks up on the fact that they drugged him.
Aileen: "That bitch! I wanna kill her!"
I kinda had to laugh at that.
I explain that Nigel turns her in and she goes to jail.
Aileen: "Does the little girl get to go live with Nigel?"
Me: "No, she goes and lives with her daddy."
Aileen: "But does Nigel go live with her daddy, too?"
Me: "No... but that *would* be pretty interesting."
This is why I love my sister.
Oh, and in the scene where Nige was getting all mad at Bug for calling Woody and betraying him, Aileen was like, "They make up at the end, don't they?"
I, of course, reassure her that they do.
Miraculously, she actually stayed awake for the entire episode tonight (ironic that she stays awake the one time I explain the whole plot before she watches it, isn't it?), and at the end when Nigel is walking away with Jordan on one side and Bug on the other...
Aileen: "So Nigel goes back to being gay now?"
Me: "I guess he does."
Aileen: "Good, he doesn't look right with girls."
<33333
One of these days I *will* manage to drag her into fandom.
It worked with my little sister, why shouldn't it work with my big sis too?
Well, *I* found the whole thing pretty funny!
In other news, I made strawberry mini-muffins today.
And I have a date with Rita tomorrow. ^.^ I'm taking Zoe to her play production and I have to kill three hours, so Rita offerred up her services for entertainment. ...that came out kind of wrong-sounding didn't it? Good. :-p
Now that the important news is out of the way - I passed my driver's test today! W00t! I am now an official, legally licensed driver! Yay!
It's impressive due only to the sheer amount of things that *almost* went terribly wrong.
We left early so I could try a few 3-point-turns. Did them for a while, I did okay on some of them - but when I tried them on the spot where I had to do it for the last test I completely fucked it up every time. Looked at my watch and realized that it was time for me to be *at* my appointment to take the test. Scurried over which took 2-3 minutes because we were in *sight* of the courthouse but I had to get turned around the right way to park where I needed to be. So we get there and stand outside the courthouse for a few minutes waiting for the lady who gives the exam to materialize.
About 12:35 by my watch, she comes walking out -
Evil Bitch: "What time was your appointment?"
Me: "...12:30?"
EB: "A little late aren't you?"
Me: "I guess I'm a couple of minutes late..."
EB: "Well, I *guess* I'll let you take your test anyway."
Me: *stares in shock at the sheer bitchiness*
EB: "Wait here for a few minutes while I go give this motorcycle test."
Me: "...Okay." *stares in shock at the bitchiness some more*
Me: *waits*
~12:45
EB: "Okay, I need your permit and proof of insurance."
Me: *hands over permit* *goes to get insurance* *stares in shock at the place where the insurance is supposed to be*
Me: *begs* "Can I have a few minutes to call my mom and see if she did something with the proof of insurance?"
EB: *gives me a dirty look* "Fine."
Me: *calls mom* "Did you move the Kia's proof of insurance?"
Mom: "No. Can you go get another one from the insurance office?" (which is like 2 blocks away)
Me: "I don't know if they'll still let me take the test as I'm supposed to be taking it *now*."
Mom: "Oh. Call me later and let me know what happens. Sorry I can't help."
Me: "Umm.." *begs*
EB: *has a heart* *gives in*
Me: *drives to insurance office* *dies at the "out to lunch" sign*
Me: *iz ded* *frantically searches car again* *finds proof of insurance tucked between visor and cd-holder-thingie-attached-to-visor, completely out of sight* *smites Bruce mentally* (he wasn't there, I went with Aileen's friend, Beth)
Me: *drives back to courthouse* *shows EB the insurance card*
EB: *feels an ounce of pity and begins the exam*
Me: *sigh of relief*
And we did the 3-point-turn in a different spot which made me *extremely* pleased. I didn't do great on it, but I only lost a few points. The only other thing I screwed up was *one* time when I was pulling out when I forgot to signal, which I realized as soon as I did it, but by then it was too late. So I passed. And even though I passed, EB still felt it necessary to point out every single flaw in my driving before telling me so. I think I actually only lost 3 or 4 points. (I think you need at least 80 out of 100 to pass.)
So, yay, I beat EB!
And my driver's license pic is not too terrible. I might not even get a new pic when I have to go back and get a new license next year when I turn 21.
ETA: If you'd like to take a peek at what my license looks like, click here. My shirt matches the background on the license, which kind of amuses me. ^.^
That is all.
...see? Not a GIP!
Anyway, I want to talk about re-watching "Forget Me Not" on A&E but this requires some backstory... (BTW, how did we end up at the end of season 4 in CJ re-runs? What happened to seasons 2 & 3? Do they not exist in A&E's timeline?)
So, I spend at least part of every evening over at my sister Aileen's house helping her watch Luke. And we always watch Crossing Jordan when it comes on A&E at 10 while she tries to convince Luke to go to sleep (BTW, what kind of 18-month-old baby doesn't go to sleep until after 10:30?!? My lil sis is *15* and she goes to bed earlier than that!) So, Aileen almost always falls asleep before the episode is over because she has to get up pretty early. She always ends up asking me the next day how the ep ended.
Last night, after I went, "Oh yeah, this is *that* episode" for about the third time in a row, she asked me how I could possibly realize that three separate times and I explained that while I remember each of the different sub-plots, they rarely remain connected in my memories, so I remember all these things happening but I forget that they all happened in the same ep. This seemed to make sense to her.
So tonight, I was like "Oh yeah, *this* episode." And she was like, "What happens in this one?" And, proud of the fact that I actually remembered both main plotlines in this one, I started explaining the whole ep to her, figuring I was just saving myself from having to explain it all the next day.
So I start telling her about how Nigel's girlfriend's kid gets kidnapped and she's like "Nigel? The gay one?"
And I'm like, "Yeah, the gay one," and continue telling about the daughter's kidnapping.
She interrupts with, "But I thought he was gay?"
Me: "Well, I guess he's only bi."
Aileen: "Oh. So what happens after that?"
I continue to explain about how the mom set the whole thing up, as the scene is playing with the rum punch and she immediately picks up on the fact that they drugged him.
Aileen: "That bitch! I wanna kill her!"
I kinda had to laugh at that.
I explain that Nigel turns her in and she goes to jail.
Aileen: "Does the little girl get to go live with Nigel?"
Me: "No, she goes and lives with her daddy."
Aileen: "But does Nigel go live with her daddy, too?"
Me: "No... but that *would* be pretty interesting."
This is why I love my sister.
Oh, and in the scene where Nige was getting all mad at Bug for calling Woody and betraying him, Aileen was like, "They make up at the end, don't they?"
I, of course, reassure her that they do.
Miraculously, she actually stayed awake for the entire episode tonight (ironic that she stays awake the one time I explain the whole plot before she watches it, isn't it?), and at the end when Nigel is walking away with Jordan on one side and Bug on the other...
Aileen: "So Nigel goes back to being gay now?"
Me: "I guess he does."
Aileen: "Good, he doesn't look right with girls."
<33333
One of these days I *will* manage to drag her into fandom.
It worked with my little sister, why shouldn't it work with my big sis too?
Well, *I* found the whole thing pretty funny!
In other news, I made strawberry mini-muffins today.
And I have a date with Rita tomorrow. ^.^ I'm taking Zoe to her play production and I have to kill three hours, so Rita offerred up her services for entertainment. ...that came out kind of wrong-sounding didn't it? Good. :-p
Now that the important news is out of the way - I passed my driver's test today! W00t! I am now an official, legally licensed driver! Yay!
It's impressive due only to the sheer amount of things that *almost* went terribly wrong.
We left early so I could try a few 3-point-turns. Did them for a while, I did okay on some of them - but when I tried them on the spot where I had to do it for the last test I completely fucked it up every time. Looked at my watch and realized that it was time for me to be *at* my appointment to take the test. Scurried over which took 2-3 minutes because we were in *sight* of the courthouse but I had to get turned around the right way to park where I needed to be. So we get there and stand outside the courthouse for a few minutes waiting for the lady who gives the exam to materialize.
About 12:35 by my watch, she comes walking out -
Evil Bitch: "What time was your appointment?"
Me: "...12:30?"
EB: "A little late aren't you?"
Me: "I guess I'm a couple of minutes late..."
EB: "Well, I *guess* I'll let you take your test anyway."
Me: *stares in shock at the sheer bitchiness*
EB: "Wait here for a few minutes while I go give this motorcycle test."
Me: "...Okay." *stares in shock at the bitchiness some more*
Me: *waits*
~12:45
EB: "Okay, I need your permit and proof of insurance."
Me: *hands over permit* *goes to get insurance* *stares in shock at the place where the insurance is supposed to be*
Me: *begs* "Can I have a few minutes to call my mom and see if she did something with the proof of insurance?"
EB: *gives me a dirty look* "Fine."
Me: *calls mom* "Did you move the Kia's proof of insurance?"
Mom: "No. Can you go get another one from the insurance office?" (which is like 2 blocks away)
Me: "I don't know if they'll still let me take the test as I'm supposed to be taking it *now*."
Mom: "Oh. Call me later and let me know what happens. Sorry I can't help."
Me: "Umm.." *begs*
EB: *has a heart* *gives in*
Me: *drives to insurance office* *dies at the "out to lunch" sign*
Me: *iz ded* *frantically searches car again* *finds proof of insurance tucked between visor and cd-holder-thingie-attached-to-visor, completely out of sight* *smites Bruce mentally* (he wasn't there, I went with Aileen's friend, Beth)
Me: *drives back to courthouse* *shows EB the insurance card*
EB: *feels an ounce of pity and begins the exam*
Me: *sigh of relief*
And we did the 3-point-turn in a different spot which made me *extremely* pleased. I didn't do great on it, but I only lost a few points. The only other thing I screwed up was *one* time when I was pulling out when I forgot to signal, which I realized as soon as I did it, but by then it was too late. So I passed. And even though I passed, EB still felt it necessary to point out every single flaw in my driving before telling me so. I think I actually only lost 3 or 4 points. (I think you need at least 80 out of 100 to pass.)
So, yay, I beat EB!
And my driver's license pic is not too terrible. I might not even get a new pic when I have to go back and get a new license next year when I turn 21.
ETA: If you'd like to take a peek at what my license looks like, click here. My shirt matches the background on the license, which kind of amuses me. ^.^
That is all.
...see? Not a GIP!
*sigh*
Automatic Failure because I was crooked when I backed into my three-point-turn. Other than that, I was pretty much fine. Didn't stop as far back at stop signs as I should have apparently, and should have been a little more attentive, but if not for the @#$$&*^ turnabout I would have been fine. It pisses me off because I've never learned to do a turnabout because everyone I've asked said it's not important. I knew I was gonna have to do it, so I tried to find out. When I asked Aileen she said she'd never heard of it until she took her driving test, and Bruce said it didn't matter. Asking mom was pretty much pointless because she wouldn't let me behind the wheel if she had four broken limbs. I failed because of something I've never been taught to do because everybody said I wouldn't need to know. The fucked up part is that I've tried to teach myself how to do it because I knew I would have to do it on the test, but apparently I didn't do a very good job.
BTW, I parallel parked perfectly. *sigh* I'm never gonna parallel park that good again in my life and it was *wasted*.
Oh well, guess we'll go back next week and do it again. And attempt to find someone who bloody well knows how to do a 3-point-turn by next week who can teach me to do it properly.
/rant
ETA: Oh, and I didn't know where my emergency flashers were. When I skimmed the manual last night I realized I was gonna need to know, so I asked him this morning he said, "Hell, I don't know." Very helpful. But I don't think she actually took points off for that.
Automatic Failure because I was crooked when I backed into my three-point-turn. Other than that, I was pretty much fine. Didn't stop as far back at stop signs as I should have apparently, and should have been a little more attentive, but if not for the @#$$&*^ turnabout I would have been fine. It pisses me off because I've never learned to do a turnabout because everyone I've asked said it's not important. I knew I was gonna have to do it, so I tried to find out. When I asked Aileen she said she'd never heard of it until she took her driving test, and Bruce said it didn't matter. Asking mom was pretty much pointless because she wouldn't let me behind the wheel if she had four broken limbs. I failed because of something I've never been taught to do because everybody said I wouldn't need to know. The fucked up part is that I've tried to teach myself how to do it because I knew I would have to do it on the test, but apparently I didn't do a very good job.
BTW, I parallel parked perfectly. *sigh* I'm never gonna parallel park that good again in my life and it was *wasted*.
Oh well, guess we'll go back next week and do it again. And attempt to find someone who bloody well knows how to do a 3-point-turn by next week who can teach me to do it properly.
/rant
ETA: Oh, and I didn't know where my emergency flashers were. When I skimmed the manual last night I realized I was gonna need to know, so I asked him this morning he said, "Hell, I don't know." Very helpful. But I don't think she actually took points off for that.
Uploaded yet another moodtheme (w00t! Sentinel!) for whenever I get tired of this one. ^.^ Yes, I have the attention span of a goldfish, why do you ask?
I think I'm getting carpal tunnel from uploading three moodthemes in a row. There has to be a way to upload all the images at once...
Why am I spamming my lj when I should be sleeping? I mean, I know I didn't get up until 5 PM, but this is still ridiculous.
Oh, btw, Kriss - if I tell you now that your birthday present is probably going to be about a month late, does the fact that I *told* you really early outweigh the fact that you'll be *getting* it really late?
...I need to mentally prepare myself for the re-invasion of the kidlets this weekend. And wash my sheets. And the rest of my laundry too. And finish that book I've been reading for almost two weeks. And sleep. And instead I am listening to Disney music.
Oh yeah, I watched The Sound of Music today. I forgot how much I like that movie. ^.^ And I watched Mary Poppins Sunday night. Yay Julie Andrews!
...I need to learn to parallel park next week. Really. It'd be really great if I could go try for my license next week. But Bruce keeps *saying* we're gonna go practice parallel parking and then he keeps not *doing* it. He's been putting it off for like a month.
The County Clerk's office is only open on Thursdays, so unless I go next week, I won't be able to help Mommy ferry Zoe back and forth to BG for her play rehearsals after she starts back at school week after next. *grr* *smites Bruce*
If he doesn't get on the ball by next Thursday, I might just take the test anyway and wing it... I probably won't run into anything trying to parallel park...
I think I'm getting carpal tunnel from uploading three moodthemes in a row. There has to be a way to upload all the images at once...
Why am I spamming my lj when I should be sleeping? I mean, I know I didn't get up until 5 PM, but this is still ridiculous.
Oh, btw, Kriss - if I tell you now that your birthday present is probably going to be about a month late, does the fact that I *told* you really early outweigh the fact that you'll be *getting* it really late?
...I need to mentally prepare myself for the re-invasion of the kidlets this weekend. And wash my sheets. And the rest of my laundry too. And finish that book I've been reading for almost two weeks. And sleep. And instead I am listening to Disney music.
Oh yeah, I watched The Sound of Music today. I forgot how much I like that movie. ^.^ And I watched Mary Poppins Sunday night. Yay Julie Andrews!
...I need to learn to parallel park next week. Really. It'd be really great if I could go try for my license next week. But Bruce keeps *saying* we're gonna go practice parallel parking and then he keeps not *doing* it. He's been putting it off for like a month.
The County Clerk's office is only open on Thursdays, so unless I go next week, I won't be able to help Mommy ferry Zoe back and forth to BG for her play rehearsals after she starts back at school week after next. *grr* *smites Bruce*
If he doesn't get on the ball by next Thursday, I might just take the test anyway and wing it... I probably won't run into anything trying to parallel park...
Warnings: Minor HBP spoilers
Will make a limited amount of sense if either of the following apply to you:
1. You are not a Harry Potter fan
2. You are not a slasher
But feel free to read anyway.
( What the hell is wrong with all the Remus/Sirius 'shippers? )
Also? 'Ship wars are friggin' silly. If canon was the only thing that mattered, there wouldn't *be* fanfic! And if canon pairings were the *only* pairings, fanfic would largely suck. So long live un-conventional ships!
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Will make a limited amount of sense if either of the following apply to you:
1. You are not a Harry Potter fan
2. You are not a slasher
But feel free to read anyway.
( What the hell is wrong with all the Remus/Sirius 'shippers? )
Also? 'Ship wars are friggin' silly. If canon was the only thing that mattered, there wouldn't *be* fanfic! And if canon pairings were the *only* pairings, fanfic would largely suck. So long live un-conventional ships!
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Mildly stressful evening. Was over at Aileen's helping her match baby clothes and playing with Luke and he managed to pull the crock pot full of hot spaghetti sauce off the counter and spilled some of it on himself. Aileen was having a panic attack but got him cleaned off pretty quickly so he's gonna be okay. He did get a little bit scalded on his foot and a bit on his nose. But anyway Aileen was freaking out so much she was freaking him out even more, so he started reaching out for *me* to hold him just cuz I was being calm. It took a long time to get him calmed down and cooled off and aloe-ed up, and it took nearly as long to get Aileen calmed down. And then she had to attempt to clean spaghetti sauce off the brand-new carpet. *sigh* But the baby's okay, so I guess everything will be alright.
Aileen blames herself for it because she thinks she should have realized the crock pot was a danger and moved it away from the edge of the counter, but Mom's about ready to spit nails because Aileen's roommate (Christy) was the one making the spaghetti sauce (and also wasn't even *there*... who *leaves* with a crock pot on?) and was the one who *put* it on the edge of the counter right by the baby gate with the cord dangling down in baby reach... she really should have known better, especially since she has a baby of her own. Nevermind the fact that when she did get there she was complaining about dinner being ruined and the fact that spaghetti sauce spilled on her couch, completely ignoring the fact that Luke got hurt and could have been *killed* if he'd been hit by the crock pot and not just the sauce. It never even occured to her that the accident could have been prevented if *she* had been more careful in the first place. Completely aside from the baby factor, in the place where it was *anyone* walking into the kitchen was in danger of knocking it off and being severely burned. I would have said something, I think, but I didn't realize that it was *on*. It didn't occur to me that someone would leave a simmering crock pot on the very edge of the counter in the doorway to the kitchen. I guess this just pisses me off so much because it was so *preventable*.
Am I over-reacting to this?
Aileen blames herself for it because she thinks she should have realized the crock pot was a danger and moved it away from the edge of the counter, but Mom's about ready to spit nails because Aileen's roommate (Christy) was the one making the spaghetti sauce (and also wasn't even *there*... who *leaves* with a crock pot on?) and was the one who *put* it on the edge of the counter right by the baby gate with the cord dangling down in baby reach... she really should have known better, especially since she has a baby of her own. Nevermind the fact that when she did get there she was complaining about dinner being ruined and the fact that spaghetti sauce spilled on her couch, completely ignoring the fact that Luke got hurt and could have been *killed* if he'd been hit by the crock pot and not just the sauce. It never even occured to her that the accident could have been prevented if *she* had been more careful in the first place. Completely aside from the baby factor, in the place where it was *anyone* walking into the kitchen was in danger of knocking it off and being severely burned. I would have said something, I think, but I didn't realize that it was *on*. It didn't occur to me that someone would leave a simmering crock pot on the very edge of the counter in the doorway to the kitchen. I guess this just pisses me off so much because it was so *preventable*.
Am I over-reacting to this?
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I drove today. A lot. A *lot*. Burned up about half a tank of gas. In a Kia.
Anyway, we went to a flea market and I bought a pretty dresser for only $35 and it pleases me. What doesn't please me is that the crazy old lady I bought it from thought that Bruce was my *husband*! O.O My first instict was to correct her and tell her that he is actually my mom's boyfriend... but then I realized there was nothing I could possibly say that wouldn't end up somehow sounding *worse*. So I just gave up and took my dresser and left. And Bruce and I joked about it for the rest of the day. For our "honeymoon" we went to Lake Malone and walked around a little bit then went and climbed Pilot Rock because neither of us had been in a long time. I forgot how far *up* it is! Mom is never gonna let us live this down. Neither is anyone else.
So Jen, honey, if anyone tells you I eloped, don't worry, it's just Bruce. <3
Now I'm gonna go watch some more Lost. Guh, episode 20 was just... awesome.
Anyway, we went to a flea market and I bought a pretty dresser for only $35 and it pleases me. What doesn't please me is that the crazy old lady I bought it from thought that Bruce was my *husband*! O.O My first instict was to correct her and tell her that he is actually my mom's boyfriend... but then I realized there was nothing I could possibly say that wouldn't end up somehow sounding *worse*. So I just gave up and took my dresser and left. And Bruce and I joked about it for the rest of the day. For our "honeymoon" we went to Lake Malone and walked around a little bit then went and climbed Pilot Rock because neither of us had been in a long time. I forgot how far *up* it is! Mom is never gonna let us live this down. Neither is anyone else.
So Jen, honey, if anyone tells you I eloped, don't worry, it's just Bruce. <3
Now I'm gonna go watch some more Lost. Guh, episode 20 was just... awesome.
Proof that Dubya is the root of all evil:
The place where my lovely new mattress was ordered from called mom back *again* today to tell her that it is not, after all, coming today (even though it was supposed to be in yesterday) but they swear it will be in tomorrow. The reason it won't be here today? It was delayed in Hopkinsville. Because the president was visiting there today and the truck driver decided to go through there even though all the roads were blocked off because he wanted to see him. @#$@#%$#@@$!@#$!!!!!
Yet another night without my new bed. And it is Dubya's fault. At least now I know who to blame.
The place where my lovely new mattress was ordered from called mom back *again* today to tell her that it is not, after all, coming today (even though it was supposed to be in yesterday) but they swear it will be in tomorrow. The reason it won't be here today? It was delayed in Hopkinsville. Because the president was visiting there today and the truck driver decided to go through there even though all the roads were blocked off because he wanted to see him. @#$@#%$#@@$!@#$!!!!!
Yet another night without my new bed. And it is Dubya's fault. At least now I know who to blame.
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It has been actually raining, threatening to rain, or just drizzling all day. Rowr. Which wouldn't be so bad except I was driving for large portions of the day. I drove to BG this morning, got my book for my Lit class, picked up my last pay check, took Laura's mom's bag back to her house, went to the bank, hunted down Ricky and said hi, went to walmart and bought legos and jump ropes (yes, i have reverted to age 5, why do you ask?). When I got home, I realized that one of the jump ropes was 7 feet long and one was 14. I meant to get two 14s so we could (attempt to) do double-dutch (which was a bad idea anyway as i have realized since this afternoon that i no longer have mad jump rope skillz like i did when i was ten, also breasts+jumping=bad). Played with legos in between reading the stuff for my first class, then went to class (3 hours and 45 minutes is a *fucking* *long* *time*!!1), but class wasn't too bad really, just painfully boring. After class I got to drive home in the rain. The pouring rain. At nine o'clock at night. Not fun. But I didn't die. And I only hydroplaned a little. Bruce swears he knew it was going to happen and didn't tell me because he wanted to see how I'd *react*. I don't know if it's worse if he's telling the truth and he's really stupid enough to think that would be a good idea or if it would be worse if he's lying and he's a bad enough driver that he *didn't* see it coming, in which case, why is *he* teaching me to drive. rassafrassin' rednecks *mumblemumblecurse* Oh, and before we left town I made sure to pick up another 14-ft jump rope so Zoe and I can attempt double-dutch tomorrow. Should be fun trying to teach bruce to swing the ropes properly so one of us can actually attempt to *jump*. Wish us luck.
At some point tomorrow, my mattress for my bed is supposed to come in. *yay* Mommy bought me pretty sheets while she was out today, so theoretically by this time tomorrow I will actually have a bed in my room. Now I need to go find some dinner (3 hours and 45 minutes is a fucking long time!) so that I don't end up eating pretzels and sour punch straws for dinner. ETA: ...because cake and pizza is much more balanced and healthy. o.O;
Oh, and one last thing. Apparently I am *not* fully functional on only 4 hours of sleep. I have been way clumsy all day. I keep running into things and attempting to injure myself. I have a bruise on my arm because I hit myself with the car door when I was closing it. I'm still not sure how I managed that. It hurt too. Grr. I should just give this day up as lost and go back to bed. *No fucking CJ... rassafrassin mumble mumble curse*
(Jen, I'll mail your clothes to you as soon as I find a box big enough. Really, I will. I was gonna mail them in a diaper box but they won't fit. *pouts*)
Never before has this icon felt more appropriate.
ETA2: I just realized I've been wearing my contacts for three days. O.o; Oops. Also, this is still the same pair from the beginning of April. I should probably remedy that situation. Soon.
At some point tomorrow, my mattress for my bed is supposed to come in. *yay* Mommy bought me pretty sheets while she was out today, so theoretically by this time tomorrow I will actually have a bed in my room. Now I need to go find some dinner (3 hours and 45 minutes is a fucking long time!) so that I don't end up eating pretzels and sour punch straws for dinner. ETA: ...because cake and pizza is much more balanced and healthy. o.O;
Oh, and one last thing. Apparently I am *not* fully functional on only 4 hours of sleep. I have been way clumsy all day. I keep running into things and attempting to injure myself. I have a bruise on my arm because I hit myself with the car door when I was closing it. I'm still not sure how I managed that. It hurt too. Grr. I should just give this day up as lost and go back to bed. *No fucking CJ... rassafrassin mumble mumble curse*
(Jen, I'll mail your clothes to you as soon as I find a box big enough. Really, I will. I was gonna mail them in a diaper box but they won't fit. *pouts*)
Never before has this icon felt more appropriate.
ETA2: I just realized I've been wearing my contacts for three days. O.o; Oops. Also, this is still the same pair from the beginning of April. I should probably remedy that situation. Soon.
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