Wow
I've been having this craving for chocolate lately, which is actually kind of a nice way of saying "For about the last 32.6 years, I've wanted chocolate," and there was, in an appalling lapse, none in the house. So when I went to the drugstore today to pick up a scrip, I accidentally found out that the Easter candy is in. I also found out, less accidentally, that the Valentine's candy is on sale.
I have now committed great crimes against humanity and have two things to report.
1) Circus peanuts in a different colour and shape still taste so shockingly bad that I cannot believe I just ate that and must confirm that I did immediately, by having another.
2) Eating most of a box of chocolate in approximately 2 seconds means that I will feel like almighty death. Also, I still find maple chocolates need to be warned for, as they are gross.
So there you go.
Fortunately, tea came to the rescue, and I feel much less like I want to throw up, but probably moving isn't really a great idea right now, unless I would like to throw up. As I've never been bulimic, I'll pass.
This is only bad because I went to the grocery store and my milk is sitting out, getting to a happy room temperature, because obviously that's ideal for milk. If it comes down to it, I'll take somewhat warmer milk for the foreseeable future over vomiting over my favourite outfit, but I have to admit, it's a close one there.
I need to get off my ass and order my official transcripts, since I'm apparently registering for classes next Weds, despite having no idea how the fuck I'm paying for this, though the phrase "work study" has happened in my hearing, and that's fine with me. I have no aversion to working, I just am having trouble convincing anyone that me working is not a bad plan.
The dude in charge of my program NEEDS to quit arguing with me about whether I have any math credits; I'm just going to let him read that and weep, because NO, I have NO quantitative credits whatsoever, and by the way, IF the state law applies now, it didn't THEN. Part of the joy of Evergreen was that there WAS NO MATH REQUIREMENT. Right now, I have set this on "incipient comedy" when he realises that I'm telling the truth, not only do I have no math classes at ALL in my, um, six years of extremely-higher education, I don't even get to roll over any IB credits from high school because I FAILED my IB Calculus test, and I failed it in such a way that probably I actually knew what I was doing. This is how bad I am at ANYTHING involving geometry. I can find X all week long, but I cannot do geometry at ALL.
I suppose I'm excited about this. I mean, I want to do the course, and I know that it's not going to happen, largely because I'm unsuited to online learning in any event (I am so not a self-starter) and because most of these courses are not available online, if I'm not full time in school. I'm just nervous about figuring out how the fuck to pay for it and live at the same time; my unemployment benefits do run out in June (or possibly October, depending on the stimulus package) and I don't, right now, really want to start this and be unable to finish it. I would love, actually, to have a flexible job where I could work, say, three days a week and go to school two or three days, though I have a feeling that would have me building webpages in my sleep and living on coffee. On the other hand, I'm bored out of my fucking skull right now but not motivated to do much to rectify that, so I can put up with a couple years of too-busy-to-shit, really.
Also, a meme. I want to do this, but I am LAUGHABLY bad at sending anything out in a timely fashion AT ALL, so.
The first five people to post here will get something made by me. It might be a photo, short story, whatever. You don't get to choose, however. You will get it some time in the next year. You have to post this in your journal and do likewise.
I may have actually injured myself laughing when I was listening to The Phrase That Pays (Nashville Version). Some things just should not be. Other things still shouldn't be, but have the redeeming quality of giving me something to laugh about.
I have now committed great crimes against humanity and have two things to report.
1) Circus peanuts in a different colour and shape still taste so shockingly bad that I cannot believe I just ate that and must confirm that I did immediately, by having another.
2) Eating most of a box of chocolate in approximately 2 seconds means that I will feel like almighty death. Also, I still find maple chocolates need to be warned for, as they are gross.
So there you go.
Fortunately, tea came to the rescue, and I feel much less like I want to throw up, but probably moving isn't really a great idea right now, unless I would like to throw up. As I've never been bulimic, I'll pass.
This is only bad because I went to the grocery store and my milk is sitting out, getting to a happy room temperature, because obviously that's ideal for milk. If it comes down to it, I'll take somewhat warmer milk for the foreseeable future over vomiting over my favourite outfit, but I have to admit, it's a close one there.
I need to get off my ass and order my official transcripts, since I'm apparently registering for classes next Weds, despite having no idea how the fuck I'm paying for this, though the phrase "work study" has happened in my hearing, and that's fine with me. I have no aversion to working, I just am having trouble convincing anyone that me working is not a bad plan.
The dude in charge of my program NEEDS to quit arguing with me about whether I have any math credits; I'm just going to let him read that and weep, because NO, I have NO quantitative credits whatsoever, and by the way, IF the state law applies now, it didn't THEN. Part of the joy of Evergreen was that there WAS NO MATH REQUIREMENT. Right now, I have set this on "incipient comedy" when he realises that I'm telling the truth, not only do I have no math classes at ALL in my, um, six years of extremely-higher education, I don't even get to roll over any IB credits from high school because I FAILED my IB Calculus test, and I failed it in such a way that probably I actually knew what I was doing. This is how bad I am at ANYTHING involving geometry. I can find X all week long, but I cannot do geometry at ALL.
I suppose I'm excited about this. I mean, I want to do the course, and I know that it's not going to happen, largely because I'm unsuited to online learning in any event (I am so not a self-starter) and because most of these courses are not available online, if I'm not full time in school. I'm just nervous about figuring out how the fuck to pay for it and live at the same time; my unemployment benefits do run out in June (or possibly October, depending on the stimulus package) and I don't, right now, really want to start this and be unable to finish it. I would love, actually, to have a flexible job where I could work, say, three days a week and go to school two or three days, though I have a feeling that would have me building webpages in my sleep and living on coffee. On the other hand, I'm bored out of my fucking skull right now but not motivated to do much to rectify that, so I can put up with a couple years of too-busy-to-shit, really.
Also, a meme. I want to do this, but I am LAUGHABLY bad at sending anything out in a timely fashion AT ALL, so.
The first five people to post here will get something made by me. It might be a photo, short story, whatever. You don't get to choose, however. You will get it some time in the next year. You have to post this in your journal and do likewise.
I may have actually injured myself laughing when I was listening to The Phrase That Pays (Nashville Version). Some things just should not be. Other things still shouldn't be, but have the redeeming quality of giving me something to laugh about.