hellish
is how i would describe today, though im sick of sitting in front of the screen right now so ill have to finish this update later, like tomorrow, or next week.
one week away from being half way there. that is so awesome
alright, i can talk about it now. ive had a break from this box.
because my car has been on the fritz, when i got up yesterday and saw the sun shining i was afraid i wouldnt be able to make it to school. then i was afraid that if i did make it to school, i wouldnt make it to social services after school and i had to go there in order to submit my pay stubs because the electric and gas company is shutting us off tomorrow.... (im sensing much carting of food or perhaps buying dry ice or something)
anyway, i tried to cram my bike into my car. i cant take the front tire off first of all, and i have so much crap in my car that it was impossible to get the seats down all the way.... it wasnt going to fit with the trunk closed. i realized that i left my pay stubs inside and ran back to the house to get them and noticed that the bike lock was missing (it had fell off into robs car)
so when i got back to my bike/car situation i tried to face the bike the other direction and cram it in that way... also not working, when i had to run back to the house again and this time i had to go to the bathroom. i looked at the clock and saw that it was hardly worth it to try and make it to class at this point so i went back to the car, put on my backpack and intended to ride to social services when i discoverd my ass is still so sore from riding robs bike for 3+ miles on friday that it was impossible to stay on the seat.
i walked. i went across the foot bridge and down washington street where i descovered portfolio's cafe and decided to get breakfast. omlet with mushrooms, onions, chedder cheese and bacon, home fries, toast with butter, and coffee all for 5 dollars. i was happy i stopped there.
then on to social services where i had my backpack searched and stood behind a woman bitching about her 2 baby's daddy who abused her and she had a restraining order against stealing her benifit card with all but 60 dollars on it. "so then he chaised me down the stairs with my baby in my arms, then put the baby down because he wanted me, not my kid. he took my keys, wallet and my kids and drove off, and then he was suprised i called the cops! the man took my kids, of course i did." and then her friend told her about how he was "crying on my shoulder saying 'i didnt mean to do it, wont she forgive me. i did nothing wrong' and i was like, 'get off me' because i was drunk as hell at this point so i walked home from the south side to johnson city"
well anyway, it made me happy that my melo-drama's now a days are in my nightmares.
you know, for the most part
when i left there i decided to continue walking to my mothers. that took me up to close to 1pm. and i didnt feel all that tired when i got there, which suprised me. just my feet of course, which have been killing me on the easiest of days.
(as a side note, when you are pregnant, amoung many other strange symtoms, all the ligaments in your body loosen up and because you must be on your feet to walk they tend to... spread out. they can even stay a half to a whole size larger after the baby is born! rob and i believe that it is all my prior injuries which are hurting me as my feet spread and i remain extremely active on them.)
then, when i was about to set down to take my global warming exam the phone rang and it was my moms ex boyfriend from ithica when she was at cornell. at first, i took his message, he congragulated me about the baby and i thought that was gonig to be it and i could hang up, but he kept talking. and talking.... he told me rediculous things, basically scemes to get money and the grand finally was when he asked me to be a referance for him to get $500,000 to start a business with his son and he asked if i had a cell phone.... im not going to be a referance for his stupid scemes, i said no. and he started going off about how much i NEEDED a cell phone with a baby. just on and on and on until i wanted to scream at him, but i started crying and he still wouldnt stop, so i told him i thought i was living just fine the way i am and hung up on him. hes addicted to drugs and my mom said he was probably high. i thought he definately was.
she said "he 'borrows' money from his son, how sick is that!?" seriously, if my parent was like that i would be using my money to send them to a hospital, instead of giving it to him to feed his habit.
after the crying subsided i started my test. i worked on it for almost four hours (with a few breaks in between) but im afraid i didnt do that well anyway. at this point, im looking just to pass everything by may 14th. id be happy with that.
i spend last night crying over every little thing. i know that being pregnant makes you more emotional but i think it was also my emotionaly and physically taxing morning playing into it.
one week away from being half way there. that is so awesome
alright, i can talk about it now. ive had a break from this box.
because my car has been on the fritz, when i got up yesterday and saw the sun shining i was afraid i wouldnt be able to make it to school. then i was afraid that if i did make it to school, i wouldnt make it to social services after school and i had to go there in order to submit my pay stubs because the electric and gas company is shutting us off tomorrow.... (im sensing much carting of food or perhaps buying dry ice or something)
anyway, i tried to cram my bike into my car. i cant take the front tire off first of all, and i have so much crap in my car that it was impossible to get the seats down all the way.... it wasnt going to fit with the trunk closed. i realized that i left my pay stubs inside and ran back to the house to get them and noticed that the bike lock was missing (it had fell off into robs car)
so when i got back to my bike/car situation i tried to face the bike the other direction and cram it in that way... also not working, when i had to run back to the house again and this time i had to go to the bathroom. i looked at the clock and saw that it was hardly worth it to try and make it to class at this point so i went back to the car, put on my backpack and intended to ride to social services when i discoverd my ass is still so sore from riding robs bike for 3+ miles on friday that it was impossible to stay on the seat.
i walked. i went across the foot bridge and down washington street where i descovered portfolio's cafe and decided to get breakfast. omlet with mushrooms, onions, chedder cheese and bacon, home fries, toast with butter, and coffee all for 5 dollars. i was happy i stopped there.
then on to social services where i had my backpack searched and stood behind a woman bitching about her 2 baby's daddy who abused her and she had a restraining order against stealing her benifit card with all but 60 dollars on it. "so then he chaised me down the stairs with my baby in my arms, then put the baby down because he wanted me, not my kid. he took my keys, wallet and my kids and drove off, and then he was suprised i called the cops! the man took my kids, of course i did." and then her friend told her about how he was "crying on my shoulder saying 'i didnt mean to do it, wont she forgive me. i did nothing wrong' and i was like, 'get off me' because i was drunk as hell at this point so i walked home from the south side to johnson city"
well anyway, it made me happy that my melo-drama's now a days are in my nightmares.
you know, for the most part
when i left there i decided to continue walking to my mothers. that took me up to close to 1pm. and i didnt feel all that tired when i got there, which suprised me. just my feet of course, which have been killing me on the easiest of days.
(as a side note, when you are pregnant, amoung many other strange symtoms, all the ligaments in your body loosen up and because you must be on your feet to walk they tend to... spread out. they can even stay a half to a whole size larger after the baby is born! rob and i believe that it is all my prior injuries which are hurting me as my feet spread and i remain extremely active on them.)
then, when i was about to set down to take my global warming exam the phone rang and it was my moms ex boyfriend from ithica when she was at cornell. at first, i took his message, he congragulated me about the baby and i thought that was gonig to be it and i could hang up, but he kept talking. and talking.... he told me rediculous things, basically scemes to get money and the grand finally was when he asked me to be a referance for him to get $500,000 to start a business with his son and he asked if i had a cell phone.... im not going to be a referance for his stupid scemes, i said no. and he started going off about how much i NEEDED a cell phone with a baby. just on and on and on until i wanted to scream at him, but i started crying and he still wouldnt stop, so i told him i thought i was living just fine the way i am and hung up on him. hes addicted to drugs and my mom said he was probably high. i thought he definately was.
she said "he 'borrows' money from his son, how sick is that!?" seriously, if my parent was like that i would be using my money to send them to a hospital, instead of giving it to him to feed his habit.
after the crying subsided i started my test. i worked on it for almost four hours (with a few breaks in between) but im afraid i didnt do that well anyway. at this point, im looking just to pass everything by may 14th. id be happy with that.
i spend last night crying over every little thing. i know that being pregnant makes you more emotional but i think it was also my emotionaly and physically taxing morning playing into it.