Waves and rain and sick days.
I'm certainly going to figure it out soon enough.
Nothing more to be said about that. Or you jinx it. Start to worry again, or something.
This fall, while I continue in some capacity as Water Quality Monitoring Program Coordinator, probably three days a week or so, I'll also be making the hundred-mile round trip four days a week down to the University of New Hampshire, just so my brain doesn't turn to mush, or, if it does (There are fraternites at this school. I wonder what that's like?), at least I will still be covered by my mother's health insurance as a dependent student.
This is one of those times when it would really be nice to be oh, middle class. If I had hundreds a month to throw at a health insurance company, I could have spent my tuition money on, you know, travel. Or travel mixed with education. Or, fucking...baubles to attract a sugar daddy. Alas, I stay here, sororitize with New Hampshire girls trying to be California girls (when they've never been west of the Mississippi), and just add miles to my car until it dies and I have no resources for a new (used) one. Alas, I spent what hundreds I did have on badass redneck boots to fucking...attract a logger, or a carpenter, or a truck driver, or something like that. Long as he calls me "a female" and swaggers a bit, wants to marry me and build me a farmhouse. Drinks too many beers on Fridays after work.
Just planning out my life. It'll be great. That won't degenerate into domestic violence and alcoholism, and me fat and on welfare, nah.
My father and I got in a moderately big fight yesterday because he's sick of all my woes. My sister concurred: "You complain a lot."
I don't know anyone who's counting their blessings aloud, but hey, I'm a sullen bitch if they say so. Especially if they say so.
The two classes I am taking are:
Intermediate Russian, MTWR 9:10-10:00 and
Field Dendrology, M 1:10-5:00.
Dendrology is the study of trees, but more like the taxonomy of woody plants. Field means I learn this principally out of doors.
I looked up my Dendro professor today, and he has the biggest beard ever. Bob Eckert. Fluffy.
What the fuck was my point. Wish I didn't swear so much. Pissed me off at school, all the profanity allowed in class, yeah you can really express yourself. Articulate yourself. "Douchebag" oughta make the point.
Out of my head. I got mono - yeah, kissing disease, straight up - and then I tried to live on four hours sleep plus two coffees and a Diet Coke. I drove home shaking, stomach feeling hungry but never filled, looked at my fingers to see if they were really shaking and saw they were mottled, my heart was beating not fast but hard. So I drank a ton of water, ate a peanut & apple butter sandie, and a bowl of over-sugared rice Chex, rapid fire, then just felt more sick and fat.
Then I went out to the post office, saw him in a little dump truck and he waved at me. Too slow to react. Too sick to think.
Well, okay.
I'll just keep waiting and seeing. Less anxious, more antsy.
Nothing more to be said about that. Or you jinx it. Start to worry again, or something.
This fall, while I continue in some capacity as Water Quality Monitoring Program Coordinator, probably three days a week or so, I'll also be making the hundred-mile round trip four days a week down to the University of New Hampshire, just so my brain doesn't turn to mush, or, if it does (There are fraternites at this school. I wonder what that's like?), at least I will still be covered by my mother's health insurance as a dependent student.
This is one of those times when it would really be nice to be oh, middle class. If I had hundreds a month to throw at a health insurance company, I could have spent my tuition money on, you know, travel. Or travel mixed with education. Or, fucking...baubles to attract a sugar daddy. Alas, I stay here, sororitize with New Hampshire girls trying to be California girls (when they've never been west of the Mississippi), and just add miles to my car until it dies and I have no resources for a new (used) one. Alas, I spent what hundreds I did have on badass redneck boots to fucking...attract a logger, or a carpenter, or a truck driver, or something like that. Long as he calls me "a female" and swaggers a bit, wants to marry me and build me a farmhouse. Drinks too many beers on Fridays after work.
Just planning out my life. It'll be great. That won't degenerate into domestic violence and alcoholism, and me fat and on welfare, nah.
My father and I got in a moderately big fight yesterday because he's sick of all my woes. My sister concurred: "You complain a lot."
I don't know anyone who's counting their blessings aloud, but hey, I'm a sullen bitch if they say so. Especially if they say so.
The two classes I am taking are:
Intermediate Russian, MTWR 9:10-10:00 and
Field Dendrology, M 1:10-5:00.
Dendrology is the study of trees, but more like the taxonomy of woody plants. Field means I learn this principally out of doors.
I looked up my Dendro professor today, and he has the biggest beard ever. Bob Eckert. Fluffy.
What the fuck was my point. Wish I didn't swear so much. Pissed me off at school, all the profanity allowed in class, yeah you can really express yourself. Articulate yourself. "Douchebag" oughta make the point.
Out of my head. I got mono - yeah, kissing disease, straight up - and then I tried to live on four hours sleep plus two coffees and a Diet Coke. I drove home shaking, stomach feeling hungry but never filled, looked at my fingers to see if they were really shaking and saw they were mottled, my heart was beating not fast but hard. So I drank a ton of water, ate a peanut & apple butter sandie, and a bowl of over-sugared rice Chex, rapid fire, then just felt more sick and fat.
Then I went out to the post office, saw him in a little dump truck and he waved at me. Too slow to react. Too sick to think.
Well, okay.
I'll just keep waiting and seeing. Less anxious, more antsy.