incestual fetal union.
good news: i am now a manager at vanilla girl designs, making $7 an hour, and doing paperwork. woot!
bad news: vgd is closed for the whole month of january and now i totally have to sell plasma to afford books and christmas presents. so when you unwrap your bright, shiny packages... or don't, as i didn't actually wrap anything... remember that i opened my little veins for you. MY BLOOD AND TEARS WENT INTO THOSE!! so you better like them, or at the very least ACT like you do.
actually, i haven't sold anything yet, so i haven't cried yet, so i'm not sure about the tears part. i am simply hoping to be able to sell plasma this thursday, but that remains to be seen... since there is a problem with my driver's license not actually showing where i really live. ie: if i could afford to pay for a new license that actually had the correct address on it, then i wouldn't have to sell my bodily fluids. and then we're just running in illogical, expensive, bloody circles.
anyway! apparently you need a driver's license and bills to prove your address because they don't want homeless people selling their blood. which i can't understand. but its not my job to do so, my job is to sell people mosaics for $7 an hour, which i can't do until february.
i think everybody is on the same page now.
speaking of humble abodes and large sums of money, i have recently acquired another loan for the specific purpose of getting an apartment of my very own some time towards the end of the school year (there seems to be some debate about whether our lease is up in april or may or june). right now i can't decide if i want to do myself a financial favor and have a roomie (my one and only much adored rizstar) or actually strike out on my own for once and get a neat little efficiency that i hope to cover in pillows and candles and fabric, resulting in a harem type effect.
this is not due to my general dislike of other people, as i love my rizstar, but actually because i have never lived alone and i think i might fancy it. its my senior year, and what better time, eh?
though i might be in argentina in the fall, so i dunno.
as i type this i sit in a computer lab at school, as i started class on monday. (in the words of eddie izzard, "good link, eh?")
now i'm not sure when you ut people go back to school, but based on my experience of the past three days, RUN FAR AND FAST, MY FRIENDS! don't go back don't go back don't go back!
suffice it to say i had a financial panic, spent three days begging professors to let me into a class that i couldn't get into because i had to take some last minute computer tests that hadn't been graded, somehow ended up in an internet course, and then managed to schedule my days so that they last from like 9am to 9pm everyday. AND all this after i spent countless hours on pick-a-prof in an attempt to make sure i didn't get any more rambling 80 year old crazies, exactly half of my professors turned out to not be the people the course schedule claimed they would be.
(FYI: i have more rambling 80 year old crazies this semester, but i like them)
in the end i'm just gritting my teeth and stepping blindly, gropingly, and faithfully into my SENIOR YEEEEEAR. and i know no matter how bad it gets, i'll be done with class FOOORRRREEEEVVVEEERRRRR (read: until grad school) after next semester.
after that i'll be on the other side of the gradebook, and everyone will have to listen to my crazy ramblings instead of the other way around.
and on that day, i shall truly pee my pants with warm, liquid joy.
-e.
bad news: vgd is closed for the whole month of january and now i totally have to sell plasma to afford books and christmas presents. so when you unwrap your bright, shiny packages... or don't, as i didn't actually wrap anything... remember that i opened my little veins for you. MY BLOOD AND TEARS WENT INTO THOSE!! so you better like them, or at the very least ACT like you do.
actually, i haven't sold anything yet, so i haven't cried yet, so i'm not sure about the tears part. i am simply hoping to be able to sell plasma this thursday, but that remains to be seen... since there is a problem with my driver's license not actually showing where i really live. ie: if i could afford to pay for a new license that actually had the correct address on it, then i wouldn't have to sell my bodily fluids. and then we're just running in illogical, expensive, bloody circles.
anyway! apparently you need a driver's license and bills to prove your address because they don't want homeless people selling their blood. which i can't understand. but its not my job to do so, my job is to sell people mosaics for $7 an hour, which i can't do until february.
i think everybody is on the same page now.
speaking of humble abodes and large sums of money, i have recently acquired another loan for the specific purpose of getting an apartment of my very own some time towards the end of the school year (there seems to be some debate about whether our lease is up in april or may or june). right now i can't decide if i want to do myself a financial favor and have a roomie (my one and only much adored rizstar) or actually strike out on my own for once and get a neat little efficiency that i hope to cover in pillows and candles and fabric, resulting in a harem type effect.
this is not due to my general dislike of other people, as i love my rizstar, but actually because i have never lived alone and i think i might fancy it. its my senior year, and what better time, eh?
though i might be in argentina in the fall, so i dunno.
as i type this i sit in a computer lab at school, as i started class on monday. (in the words of eddie izzard, "good link, eh?")
now i'm not sure when you ut people go back to school, but based on my experience of the past three days, RUN FAR AND FAST, MY FRIENDS! don't go back don't go back don't go back!
suffice it to say i had a financial panic, spent three days begging professors to let me into a class that i couldn't get into because i had to take some last minute computer tests that hadn't been graded, somehow ended up in an internet course, and then managed to schedule my days so that they last from like 9am to 9pm everyday. AND all this after i spent countless hours on pick-a-prof in an attempt to make sure i didn't get any more rambling 80 year old crazies, exactly half of my professors turned out to not be the people the course schedule claimed they would be.
(FYI: i have more rambling 80 year old crazies this semester, but i like them)
in the end i'm just gritting my teeth and stepping blindly, gropingly, and faithfully into my SENIOR YEEEEEAR. and i know no matter how bad it gets, i'll be done with class FOOORRRREEEEVVVEEERRRRR (read: until grad school) after next semester.
after that i'll be on the other side of the gradebook, and everyone will have to listen to my crazy ramblings instead of the other way around.
and on that day, i shall truly pee my pants with warm, liquid joy.
-e.