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| Tomorrow equals funness.
I go home soon.
I see Goat soon.
Yay!
I should hop on that and get ready... pack and all...
New job... On campus... It's money, though not much. 5 hours a week. Paid once a month. Eh, combine that with the 3 hours I already make and I should get a monthly paycheck of about 200 or so. Oh joy.
God I need another job. This is just sad and pitiful.
Apparently I'm not job material though. This semster alone, I applied at over 20 places. Grr. Then last semester... Nothing. At all. Saddness. I need money. Money is good. Why can't I get money?
My brother was supposed to come home yesterday... I don't know if he did or not. Scarey thought, my brother on the loose in the world again. Worse thought; my brother living with my mommy again. Sad. I wish I could arrange to visit her when he wasn't there. But with no job (yet. he has to get on that) and no driver's lisence (suspeded until next month, I do believe) he's not going far too often, probably.
They should have just kept him for another 2 months or so. Then he'd be able to say that he spent a year in jail. Then he would have been special. Along with being cool. Way to go, Jerry! Dumbass. Not looking forward to seeing him later. (if he did make it home.)
Pack damn you! Yes, yes. I will. Now! Fine.
Off to pack... or at least pretend to. | comments: Leave a comment   |
| | Subject: | Wow. | | Time: | 06:03 am |
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| | It's so horrible when you go to reread a post after you already posted it and can find about 5 typos in the first two lines. Eh, laziness. Editing is bad. Deal with my horrendous typing skills. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So it's almost 6 in the morning and I can't sleep. I've tried, oh yes, I have. For about 3 and a half hours. Nothing. Not a wink. Nowhere even close to dozing off. And I feel horrible. Apparently, I missed a call from Dan a fer hours ago. I didn't realize until a few minutes ago. I'd feel worse calling him back now, so instead I wait until the morning. HA. It is the morning, but you know what I mean. And it pisses me off... I'm not even tired. I should be... but I'm not. Normally if I just hang out, lay in bed, I'll eventually nod off. Not this time. And the fact that I have to be up in the morning is making me impatient.
Final tomorrow. Taking finals on no sleep is loads of fun. I hate it. I'm going to fail. I know it. I can feel it. Well, I can feel a complete lackage of it (it being everything I was supposed to learn for this test). No sleep = No focus. No focus = Failed test.
Final Tuesday. No sleep tonight = Not being able to focus on studying for this one. No real studying = Failed Finalx2. No sleep + 2(failed final) + driving far = Badness.
See? English majors can do math on occasion... God, I need some help. I'm losing my mind in my old age.
At any rate, Tuesday I get to go home! Yay! And see my Goat! Double yay! And when I finally make it to my mom's house, I get to watch like three episodes of "House" that I missed! Triple yay...? And Tuesday night I should sleep good.. :D
If only it were Tuesday...
Now that I've made a completely pointless post on my sleeping habits, I'm gonna go study in hopes of at least scraping by with a passing grade.
I HATE unintentional all-nighters. They blow.
It's getting cold.
Perhaps I should shut the window. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So yeah. Wow. It's been awhile since I even so much as thought about this thing.
Fencing ended today. Saddness. Last class, as part of our final, I had to bout against 72 year old Marty. He kicked my ass. Hehe... 5-0, he won. Oh well. Today, I bouted... 5 times? Yeah, 5. Uber funness! I won three times... well, once we didn't get to finish, but when we had to stop it was 4-1, with me winning, so I count it as a me won type of thingy. Towards the end of the class, the Prof. challenged me to a bout. (Eep!) She kicked my ass, but told me for like the fifth time throughout the course of the class that I have good defences. Yay defence! Yay sharp pointy objects! Yay stabbing people with sharp pointy objects!
When I get money, I totally want to get fencing equipment and take classes. That will be uber fun. I will improve and kick peoples asses.
Other than that... I was sick recently. It was suckiness... Strep throat. Scarlet fever. Fun times. It ruined Thanksgiving plans, though. I was originally going to go to dinner at Michele's mother's house (Michele = step-mom) but apparently (I think it's her nephew) has a hole in his heart or something like that. If he were to catch what I had, he could have died. So I couldn't go. I told my mommy. She invited me to dinner with her and nanny. I went. Yay for Boston Market on Thanksgiving. (Please, note the sarcasm.) And yay for being ordered to do things as soon as dinner is finished! Oh well, I put cracks into her wall. Good times. Hehe.
In theory, I should be doing homework. My book is sitting next to me... unopened, but it's still there. That counts for something, right? But the semester is almost over. Then I can go home. And sleep. And sleep. And READ!!!! Yay for non-depressing books! Don't get me wrong, my Lit class on Loss and Grief was interesting... but I can only take so many depressing books in a row! I need happiness! I need pleasure reading! (Any suggestions, feel free to let me know. I'm always up for book suggestions.) And I can see my Squish and Goat more! Yay! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| School is back. I am back at school. That sounds like it makes more sense. Eh, whatever. The new semester has started... yesterday, actually. I moved back up on Sunday.
So the not so great experience that I woke up to yesterday... I fell off my bed. Yup. I went down. The alarm went off and I was in a hurry to end the ungodly buzzing and I forgot how high up I was and just kind of toppled over the side. Just for the record, the bed is pretty high up. High enough to fit a three drawer dresser under. Yeah, it kind of sucked.
But so far my classes seem pretty rad. Especially my fensing class. Oh no! Watch out! But the class was fun and we got to sneer and what have you at the teacher. Apparently having eyebrows that wiggle helps...? I don't know. But yeah, my friend Kelly punched the teacher.
I've been so lethargic though. I don't feel like doing anything. I still haven't unpacked my clothes. Or a lot of other things, actually. I just don't have the motivation. The way I see it is that I made it all summer with my clothes in a hamper and a laundry basket, why not live out of a garbage bag for a little while? (I have no dresser or closet space yet at home)
I'm broke to the extent that I was only able to afford two books for school. It's not like I can break out some plastic at the moment either. Dumbass forgot her wallet at home. Doh! I think I know where it is. Not sure though. But where ever it is, it's not here. Yeah, if I get pulled over while driving home on Thursday, it will be of the major suckage!
Dan came up with me to help with the move in. He borrowed his car from his parents. On his way home the next day he stopped back here to see me and to give me his hoodie. With it, he handed me a rose. It was so sweet. Due to a lackage in the vase department, it's current location is in a Wawa raspberry iced tea container on my windowsill. It looks really good there, with my blue curtain behind it. The red goes fabulously with the red of my room. (My dorm has the whole blue and red thing going for it.) But yeah, I can't thank him enough for all the help he gave me, even with his back in so much pain. Poor kid.
Mom upset me last night. At the same moment she decided to call me, Jen knocked on my door. I tried to handle both the answering of the phone and the answering of the door at the same time, but apparently that didn't go over very well. Jen was pretty much just looking for something so looked for it and couldn't find it. I had thought she had taken it back already and I guess I was right because I didn't have it. I had told my mom to hold on while I was trying to deal with this and then I said see you later, or whatever to Jen and went back to my mom. I guess she didn't realize I was talking to her or whatever because I kept asking her what was up and I kept not getting a response. I at first attributed this the the horrible service we get up here but then she's all like "What? are you talking to me?" all with an attitude. I'm like "Yeah, I'm talking to you." And then there was like a minute going back and forth, what would have been a conversation but with all the "Whats" that were needed to be able to understand what the other was saying it can hardly be considered a convo. I think she was basically trying to ask me what happened with the school and if I was able to move in... which I had told her that I was able to... the day before. She was all like "Well I didn't know where you were" when I told her that yeah, I was able to move in. Blah blah blah, She then yelled something at me and hung up. I tried to keep her on the phone but whatever.
So yeah, it's been a fun couple of days. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Summer is happening.
A lot happened, including the fact that I've now read 5 and a half books.. in about 2-3 weeks. (I have no life... well, that's a lie. I do have a life, but still..)
I also took my first ride in the backseat of a cop car. :) Hehe, it was fun. Four people squished in the backseat. (and no, we weren't under arrest. He was driving us somewhere.. my car battery was dead and we were waiting for AAA to show.. And we thirsted.)
So yeah, that happened when we got back from Jersey from NYC after seeing a concert. Til December, Hurt, Three Days Grace, and Staind. Yeah buddy. It was rockin'. When Dan and I met up with Cassy and Manda, they tell me that someone wants to meet me, I'm all like "wha..?" Apparently, they got to talking with one of the members of Hurt (I think it was the guitarist) and they mentioned the fact that their friend (being me) really liked them.. (I only mentioned it about a hundred times as they were preforming. (BTW, that was the first time I heard them.) So apparently, he wanted to meet me. So I met him. Yay.
But yeah, best concert I've ever been to.. for reasons. Amazing time.
Jen is in Italy. She owes me cookies. I'm hoping she'll bring me back cookies from Italy. I got a message from her yesterday I think it was.. She seems like she's having a blast.
I met an author tonight. Meghan McCafferty. It was pretty cool.
I suppose now is a good time to mention the fact that I now have a boyfriend. Yeah, me of all people. Who would have thought? Not me. Yep, I surprised myself.
I can't wait for classes to start again. I want to be back in the classroom, but I don't want to go back to school. Does this make sense?
I'm going to Disney for the first (well supposedly the second) time in my life at the end of the summer. Yay for Disney!! It will be a grand time.
My dad's still in Turkey. I hope actually spend some time with him over the summer before I go back to school. I'm still not quite comfortable with living with the step-mother. If my dad was there, I think that would be different. I've eaten there a grand total of once since living in that house. I go home late and when I'm home and they're home, I have a tendency of staying in bed until I plan on leaving. Today for example, I didn't leave my room until 4:30. And then I left.
I had jury duty. I went. I got a letter saying that I failed to show. Excuse me?! I was fucking there!! Fucking government law like people. They don't know what's up.
I've been doing nothing for what feels like weeks now. I worked one day this week and not at all the week before. I get a whole 12 hours next week. Oh joy. I can't wait until I start at B&N down here. Oh, apparently I got a raise. When this happened, I have no idea but I just noticed it today. Eh, I'm not complaining.
Hmm... what else...
Ah yes. The summer started off similar to last year. Last year, my car broke down on the way home. I was almost home, but I didn't quite make it. This year, on my way home I get pulled over when I was almost exactly 2.5 miles away from home. My registration was expired. I had to leave my car and walk home. At 2 in the morning. Fun fun.
I think that's about the sum of it... So yes, it's been an eventful month. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | I found an article in Discover magazine titles "Secrets of Bat Machism." The first sentence made me giggle. "The cost of maleness takes on a new meaning as researchers have discovered that bats with the largest testicles have the smallest brains." Then it goes on to talk about how in species with 'promiscuous females' the testicles are bigger than they are in species where the females stay with their mates. The reason for this is because both testicles and brains require a lot of metabolic energy. Blah blah blah... The basic drift of the ending is, the bigger the testicles the smaller the brains. Brains aren't as important. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| My dad is married. I should work on getting used to it.
He's in the Dominican Republic until sometime around the 17th or 18th.
The wedding was nice. It was on a boat. The live band was rockin'... they even played an AC/DC song. Totally rad.
I realized half way through the ceremony that I forgot to bring my poem to read. I was like "Oh no!!!" But it turned out ok. I tracked down paper and rewrote it. I glad I remembered it for the most part. That could have sucked.
I want to wear my dress again. I like my dress lots! (I'm such a dork)
I've noticed a bit of a pattern forming... The weekend before finals last semester was my grandma's wake. The weekend before finals this semester was my dad's wedding. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Do the comment thing and I'll do the following;
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| There were three presentations given in one of my classes today by my classmates (well, one wasn't a classmate, she just had to do it for being in the Honors program..). Well, to make a boring story a little shorter, I don't think I'm as bad in the "um" department when giving a speech/ presentation.
Instead of paying attention (Bad Jen!!), I counted "um's" instead. The Honors chick had 112 "um's" and other fillers that I could count. One hundred and twelve times this girl said "um" in the span of maybe 30 minutes. Wow.
But wait!! It gets better (worse). Another girl said it... 191 times!!! And in less time than the Honors chick. She only talked for about 15, 20 minutes top. Yeah, that's a bit worse than me. I don't think I've broken 100 yet in one speech. Wow.. almost twoo hundred times.
Tomorrow is my last day of classes, horray!! Then finals. Bah. Four of them. Bah again. I actually had a total of six, but one is take home and the other was turned into more of a final paper type thingy. Next week is gonna be crazy, what with the wedding on Saturday, work, the other 4 finals, and moving out... just so I can move into my dad's. I mean, yeah, I'm living there, but I haven't unpacked anything. This is going to be an exciting week. (please, not the sarcasm.)
It shouldn't be too bad though. One of them, the finals, should be a breeze. How hard can a public speaking final be? He'll probably let us come in with our notes from throughout the class. He's cool like that.
PArt of the Shalespeare final should be fun. One of the questions is basically going to be to cast characters from the plays we read using famous actors of today. That should prove to be interesting at least. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Happy. | | Time: | 02:09 am | | Current Mood: | Distracted. |
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| Dad and Michele liked the poem I wrote to read at their wedding. Michele said that she cried when she read it. I was like "wow." That wasn't the reaction I expected. I expected something more like "that's nice." Or something. But yeah, they like it lots, well they say love it, but whatever, and that makes me happy. I like when people like my writing. It makes me feel good.
I really need to stop procrastinating and get to finishing my homework. Eh, sleep can wait. I'm not tired in the least. And this is what coffee and sugar is good for. :)
I keep feeling myself being drawn to a book. I want to read. But I can't. Homework. Bah. I won't read but I'll post randomness. Go figure. Homework. Must do homework.
Summer is almost here. Then boredom. I don't like summer. But yay for jobs! Apparently, I have that pool monitor job... never filled out an application or went on an interview.. just e-mailed the guy. It works. Hehe. I think I'll be working there 3 days a week... meaning i'll have 4 other days free to find another job to work. Yay!
I need to analyze a movie.. and a TV show. I have no television. This should be fun. This is where my horrible memory comes in (un)handy. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I might have a job for the Summer. Yay!
It's at Eckerd boss's condo as a pool monitor. But yeah, I'm happy. I won't end up jobless if I don't transfer to the Brick Barnes and Noble. And that is always a good thing. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Oh my god. I can't stand that girl's voice. I just want to shoot her! Oh good god, that voice! It's worse than having a nail driven through my head. She's so loud to. I just want to hurt her. And now she gets louder!!! Make her stop talking. She's the next room over and I can hear her loud and clear. And she doesn't shut up. She has an exam Monday from 8-11. Yup, she sure does. She's whining. (yeah, yeah, I am too, deal with it. I'm different. You don't have to listen to my annoying and death worthy voice. I haveto listen to hers.) Can I cut out her fucking tongue?! Jesus Christ, it's after quiet hours, talk softer!!!!! Bah. I have no right to complain, I'm not going to do anything about it. But I don't care if she talks loud, just so long as she GETS A DIFFERENT VOICE! I'm so mean but no one should live if they have a voice like that one.
At least it's not the Spanish speaking Nextel Girl on the other side of me.
I can't wait until next semester when I get a different room. I hope the new neighbors aren't as loud/annoying like.
On another note, I finished getting stuff for the wedding. Yay for finishing shopping!
And Beltane (the day I went) totally kicked some fucking ass! It was wonderful. The workshops were great. I loved the one on Shadows and Projections that I went to. It got me really interested in Shadow work. (Shadows are basically parts of the self that you don't know. When you do shadow work, you try to find out about those parts and bring the shadows into the light so you can confront them.) Something that sticks out the most from that workshop is that Shadows hold wealth. Throguh discovering them you'll be able to trust yourself better. And blah blah blah. All in all, a very fascinating class. Reclaiming darkness, another class I went to, was pretty cool too. The other one was really interesting - it was something about exesentialists and the presenter looked at it through Judeo-Christian as well as Pagan perspectives. Very neat.
The ritual was nifty. It wasn't my favorite of the years past, but it was still good. I like how they called the elements. And the flowers were a swell touch.
We got laid by a herd of small children. When you subtract the small children, it's just a herd. We got laid by a herd and joined the parade. And got others to join us. Yeah. You don't know what I'm talking about and that's the way it should be. It adds funness. So I'll leave you to ponder these last thoughts since silence has now descended and blanketed the horrid voice coming from next door. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | GRRRRRRR | | Time: | 12:45 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/aggravated.gif) aggravated |
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| Today is the second time I over slept for a class. What the hell? Grrrr.
And what pisses me off the most is that I could have gone to Beltane and missed it for a good reason. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I went to the MET today. It was loads of fun. The Hatshepsut exhibition was totally rad. I loved it. I would really like to go see it again and have more time to look at things before it's gone. I have until July 9, so there's time. I hope.
So Beltane plans have changed. I'm only day tripping on Saturday. Bummer, but whatever. I'll still be there for the main Ritual, which is good.
I just want to go home right now. I don't want to be here. I want to go home and torment my kitty. Well, my mom's home....
I'm still not used to the new living arrangements.
These be some busy times... being the end of the semester and all.
Italian test tomorrow.
As I Lay Dying Thursday.
Room selection Thursday.
Beltane Saturday.
Myth Tuesday.
Shakespeare research paper Tuesday.
Nest Saturday is Dad's wedding. *gasp* This never ceases to amaze or shock me.
A speech sometime probably next week.
Next week is the last week of classes.
Then finals.
Other smaller stuff thrown in there for good measure as well, but this is the most important, "Oh my Gods!!" stuff.
Adesso bisogno di studiare italiano. A presto! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Stuff. | | Time: | 10:54 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/excited.gif) excited |
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| Today- Boring.
Woke up late - missed my first class.. whoops. That's what I get when I think to myself, "just one more time" and hit the snooze button.. but in actuallity, I turned the alarm off. My bad.
Worked - weird hours, only 5-10. Odd. More odd then that, they had me in all different places. I was scheduled for kid's, but I was asked to work the floor, so I did. Then I got put in magazines for a bit. Then I got to go to kid's for an hour when Kim was on her break. Then back to the floor. Fun night. At least I kept the reshelves to a minimum while I was there for the closers.
Dad's home from Chicago. I have to do the car awitch with him in a couple of day's. I get my Jeep back soon, hooray! I miss my Tripod.
Tomorrow - MET!! Yay!! Can't wait... Though I'm going for class, it'll still be fun. Then after I must do some Shakey (Shakespeare) research.
Wednesday - Work.
Thursday - BELTANE!!!!
Friday - BELTANE!!!!
Saturday - BELTANE!!!!
Sunday - BELTANE!!!! And leave to come home from a predictably amazing and wonderful weekend... :(
Some things shouldn't end, Beltane is one of them.
Hmm.. I wonder if I can find some time while at Beltane to get some work done... I doubt it, but it's a good thought. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Fun times. | | Time: | 10:16 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/nauseated.gif) nauseated |
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| I hope he has fun with Bubba. Maybe I should bring him some soap on a rope. He'll need it. But he deserves to be there. Maybe he'll take this as a learning experience. I hope so. His life is fucked either way. Good job! Heh, good luck finding a job!
I'm glad I'm nothing like him. What an ignorant fool. I can't believe him.
And what do we learn from this?
Stay away from drugs!! Just say no! (Or at least don't deal to undercover cops!) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Location: | Neverland | | Time: | 01:10 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/neko/kaokitty/exanimate.gif) exanimate |
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| Hair is brown. I'll probably put in the highlights tomorrow. Or sometime. It will be good.. I hope.
I got a new ID. The woman didn't charge me, she was in a good mood. Well, that's part of the reason. I told her that the writing (ie my name and birthday) were rubbed off and I needed a new one anyways. So I just have to bring her my old one on Monday and yeah, all will be well. She said that I look different than I did in my picture. I just looked at myself in the mirror with the ID next to my face (I'm weird, leave me alone) and yeah, she's right. I do. I didn't think that I looked that different until just now. I thought it was just my ever changing hair color, but no. Eh, whatever.
Class was canceled today. Well, one of them. My Italian class. Bummer. I actually like that class... when my profeesor isn't making fun of me. He's always picking on me since I speak with "an American accent." I can't help it. I try, really I do..
I want to write something but I don't know what. I have no ideas for anything.. Grr. I haven't written anything in almost a week. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | I should have washed the dye out a half hour ago. I'm too lazy. I really don't feel like it. I guess I should, though.. Bah. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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