If you translate my coughs and wheezes, this is what I'm saying...
FuckFuckFuck.
Registration for the Spring semester is next week, and I just got an email back from the lady in charge of Integrative Studies, telling me that Nutrition isn't a possible major here because there aren't enough (any?) classes that supplement it, and that the I.S. program is more about combining already existing majors, not just making up your own. Fuck the drawing board.
So I'm back to my original plan, I suppose, to just take random classes and major in something totally not related to whatever I plan on doing with my life. But hell if I know what that is. I don't think I want to major in Religious Studies anymore. A science major would help out anything I would want to do with alternative medicine, but I'm not sci-savvy enough to be a chem or bio major. I'm looking at a buncha Literature and Art classes right now. Maybe I'll just be an Art major, and kill my grandmother with shock and shame. Anyone have any ideas?
Besides registration woes, I'm about to hit the two week mark of being sick, and not really feeling any better yet. I think next week I'll have to go and actually get some sort of medication/antibiotic/cough syrup before this turns into an actual brochitis, if it hasn't already. Not that I've been helping it out this week. I've been going out, and dressing up scandalously, and pushing my body to get better, without letting it just get the rest it needs. But I have so much Ceramics work to do this weekend, and much more to get a headstart on... rawr.
And things with my parents are constantly vacilating. I have no idea what's going on. They have no idea what's going on. They got into a huge row the other night when my dad found out that my mom was still blogging with her boyfriend, when the couseler has told her to cut off all communication with him for now. My dad lost his temper, told her to leave this week if she wasn't going to be honest and really try to make things work. He apologized for his blow-up the next morning, and apparently they're relating now as though nothing ever happened, but I feel as though I'm just always waiting for the next shoe to drop. The night that they fought, I woke up over a dozen times over the course of the night, sitting up anxious, imagining that I'd over-slept and missed my class, and each time I'd look at the clock and find out that it was only 4am, only 30 minutes after my last violent awakening. I'm still waking up at least half a dozen times every night. I didn't find out about their fight until a few days later, so I don't know, but I think that I'm just too involved in the situation. But I don't know how to get away from it. I finally scheduled a weekly counseling session for myself, after about a year of putting it off, even with my steadily increasing need for it. Hopefully that will help me get somewhere with all of this.
On the brighter side, despite feeling crappy all week and everything with my parents, it's been a great week. My first year not going trick-or-treating, which kind of sucks, but I went contra dancing on Monday and Thursday, rocked two awesome Leeloo outfits, practically shit myself on the haunted trail thanks to dueling chainsaws, and spent so much time with wonderful wonderful people. Instead of sleeping. [dr. suess voices in kitty ears, coconut macaroons, flying bows and arrows, threesome discussions, playing dress-up, dancing around to Air...]
[thoughts-in-process] Now I have to get dressed and maybe find food? Or just go to the ceramics studio, and wait until 5pm to eat... Silly food. Oooh. Showertime. Then Ceramics Studio. Done. [/thoughts-in-process]
love,
genevieve.
Registration for the Spring semester is next week, and I just got an email back from the lady in charge of Integrative Studies, telling me that Nutrition isn't a possible major here because there aren't enough (any?) classes that supplement it, and that the I.S. program is more about combining already existing majors, not just making up your own. Fuck the drawing board.
So I'm back to my original plan, I suppose, to just take random classes and major in something totally not related to whatever I plan on doing with my life. But hell if I know what that is. I don't think I want to major in Religious Studies anymore. A science major would help out anything I would want to do with alternative medicine, but I'm not sci-savvy enough to be a chem or bio major. I'm looking at a buncha Literature and Art classes right now. Maybe I'll just be an Art major, and kill my grandmother with shock and shame. Anyone have any ideas?
Besides registration woes, I'm about to hit the two week mark of being sick, and not really feeling any better yet. I think next week I'll have to go and actually get some sort of medication/antibiotic/cough syrup before this turns into an actual brochitis, if it hasn't already. Not that I've been helping it out this week. I've been going out, and dressing up scandalously, and pushing my body to get better, without letting it just get the rest it needs. But I have so much Ceramics work to do this weekend, and much more to get a headstart on... rawr.
And things with my parents are constantly vacilating. I have no idea what's going on. They have no idea what's going on. They got into a huge row the other night when my dad found out that my mom was still blogging with her boyfriend, when the couseler has told her to cut off all communication with him for now. My dad lost his temper, told her to leave this week if she wasn't going to be honest and really try to make things work. He apologized for his blow-up the next morning, and apparently they're relating now as though nothing ever happened, but I feel as though I'm just always waiting for the next shoe to drop. The night that they fought, I woke up over a dozen times over the course of the night, sitting up anxious, imagining that I'd over-slept and missed my class, and each time I'd look at the clock and find out that it was only 4am, only 30 minutes after my last violent awakening. I'm still waking up at least half a dozen times every night. I didn't find out about their fight until a few days later, so I don't know, but I think that I'm just too involved in the situation. But I don't know how to get away from it. I finally scheduled a weekly counseling session for myself, after about a year of putting it off, even with my steadily increasing need for it. Hopefully that will help me get somewhere with all of this.
On the brighter side, despite feeling crappy all week and everything with my parents, it's been a great week. My first year not going trick-or-treating, which kind of sucks, but I went contra dancing on Monday and Thursday, rocked two awesome Leeloo outfits, practically shit myself on the haunted trail thanks to dueling chainsaws, and spent so much time with wonderful wonderful people. Instead of sleeping. [dr. suess voices in kitty ears, coconut macaroons, flying bows and arrows, threesome discussions, playing dress-up, dancing around to Air...]
[thoughts-in-process] Now I have to get dressed and maybe find food? Or just go to the ceramics studio, and wait until 5pm to eat... Silly food. Oooh. Showertime. Then Ceramics Studio. Done. [/thoughts-in-process]
love,
genevieve.