This is basically a kick to show that I'm still breathing.
OK, been one hell of a long time since I updated this thing. Granted, I use this journal almost solely to reply to things, but still, I know that I'm not always on AIM or MSN at the same time as others, so, here, there's going to be a huge dump of the major stuff that's been happening in my life.
This summer has been spent mostly in the back room of Barnes and Noble. There are worse places, to be sure. The weather recently has been cause for me to celebrate not being on a friggin' beach for yet another summer in a row. I've not had a sunburn all year, nor have I had sand in any article of clothing. This is a plus. I am constantly amazed at the sheer amount of nice present at B&N. Whenever someone manages to piss me off, they inevitably do something nice to round it out. I've requested to leave the back room and get onto the book floor a little more, just because I don't do well when I do the same damn thing over and over again. Makes me stressed, like a rat in some twisted psychological experiment.
Speaking of twisted psychological experiments, I'm returning to school this fall, in a brand-new program for people with Asperger's and similar neurological disorders. I've switched majors from biology to anthropology, mostly because the bio department is entirely medicine-focused. Seriously, I'd learn more that I'd be interested in there. Primate studies and archeology of ancient cultures, with any luck, this will work. Only taking two classes this semester, just to get my feet wet before entering the triathlon.
And, on sadder news, once I got that previous crap all settled, car accident.
Often, car accidents are horrible. And the fact that my wheels and headlights on the right front side of my Jeep are now crunched is very, very disheartening. But there's one thing that occurred that cheered me up...
It wasn't my fault.
Not from my POV, not from examining the damage, not from the accident report, and not from the insurances' perspective. Therefore, it won't count against us, and either a)we'll get the blue book value of the Jeep, which will help towards a new car, or b) they'll pay for the repairs. The only question is if the car can even be repaired.
For those curious, I went into a left turning lane at a red light. I entered right as the turn-lane was opening up, there's no one in the lane until the light. I go from a slow-down brake to an acceleration. Suddenly, some guy in the leftmost lane decides he wants to be in the turning lane and makes a turn into that lane. I catch that at the LAST second and try to break, but to no avail. We sideswipe. His car doesn't SEEM to have any damage, mine is crunched.
I felt sick that I was in yet ANOTHER accident, but in this case, I wasn't the one to blame. So, for once, I'm in the clear. Wahoo.
This summer has been spent mostly in the back room of Barnes and Noble. There are worse places, to be sure. The weather recently has been cause for me to celebrate not being on a friggin' beach for yet another summer in a row. I've not had a sunburn all year, nor have I had sand in any article of clothing. This is a plus. I am constantly amazed at the sheer amount of nice present at B&N. Whenever someone manages to piss me off, they inevitably do something nice to round it out. I've requested to leave the back room and get onto the book floor a little more, just because I don't do well when I do the same damn thing over and over again. Makes me stressed, like a rat in some twisted psychological experiment.
Speaking of twisted psychological experiments, I'm returning to school this fall, in a brand-new program for people with Asperger's and similar neurological disorders. I've switched majors from biology to anthropology, mostly because the bio department is entirely medicine-focused. Seriously, I'd learn more that I'd be interested in there. Primate studies and archeology of ancient cultures, with any luck, this will work. Only taking two classes this semester, just to get my feet wet before entering the triathlon.
And, on sadder news, once I got that previous crap all settled, car accident.
Often, car accidents are horrible. And the fact that my wheels and headlights on the right front side of my Jeep are now crunched is very, very disheartening. But there's one thing that occurred that cheered me up...
It wasn't my fault.
Not from my POV, not from examining the damage, not from the accident report, and not from the insurances' perspective. Therefore, it won't count against us, and either a)we'll get the blue book value of the Jeep, which will help towards a new car, or b) they'll pay for the repairs. The only question is if the car can even be repaired.
For those curious, I went into a left turning lane at a red light. I entered right as the turn-lane was opening up, there's no one in the lane until the light. I go from a slow-down brake to an acceleration. Suddenly, some guy in the leftmost lane decides he wants to be in the turning lane and makes a turn into that lane. I catch that at the LAST second and try to break, but to no avail. We sideswipe. His car doesn't SEEM to have any damage, mine is crunched.
I felt sick that I was in yet ANOTHER accident, but in this case, I wasn't the one to blame. So, for once, I'm in the clear. Wahoo.