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Today, so far.
+ Mickey's mom made us breakfast this morning. It was oatmeal, which is delicious.
- Mickey's mom apparently put a freaking gallon of milk in there or some shit. A little while after he dropped me off at the train station there was AGONY IN MY STOMACH. The nice man in the coffee shop directed me to Walgreen's where I purchased some Lactaid, which stopped it from getting worse and has made some improvements in the happiness of my gut. I took the Lactaid too late for it to be 100% effective, though.
- Mickey dropped me at the train station 50 minutes before the next train to Poughkeepsie. Yep, I'd missed the last one by 10. They only come every hour.
- The train, when it arrived, was on a different track than I expected, so when I noticed it coming in someplace different (the platform I was on wasn't labeled with a number but said that it was where trains to Poughkeepsie stop) I went "OH SHIT" and ran. Unfortunately I was wearing a large backpack at the time. I tripped on the stairs, resulting in my backpack actually hitting the ground over my head from the momentum, scraped my knees, knocked my glasses off and ...
- ... tore my skirt. I was wearing the one with the black-and-white floral pattern alternating with tiers of black fabric. This was my dressiest skirt. Thanks a lot, fucking Tarrytown station.
- As a result, I got to the platform just as the doors were closing on the train.
- So, I finally get to Poughkeepsie after two hours wasted in the Tarrytown station, and I come into the living room, which is rearranged precisely how I was afraid it might be: with my couch (the tan one) moved against the far wall away from the windows. I use this couch as my workspace to do homeworks on and since there is no overhead light I like to make use of the natural light coming in through the two big windows. If I were a little more pissed and a little less frustrated, I would have just shoved stuff out of the way and dragged it back over to the windows, but I really just want to curl up and ignore today so I'm sitting on it anyway. I will move it back when I come back to Vassar for realz.
+ My cello was not cracked when I opened its case, and in fact, the only difference between when I put it in three weeks ago and when I took it out just now is that the lower strings are out of tune. The A-string is actually still pretty close, and the D-string is about as in tune as Sam, which is at least in the neighborhood. Much better than I was expecting. I love my case.
+ I got into UPenn's Masters in Robotics program. It is perhaps an indication of how much I am not happy with today that the most enthusiasm I can muster up about this is "Oh."
Now I must ...
* See what I can do to repair this poor skirt. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the rip, anything I do will be visible.
* Return my library books that are overdue because the library closed early on the last day before winter break, and no doubt will have to pay a fine.
* Work until it is time to go to the train station again.
+ Mickey's mom made us breakfast this morning. It was oatmeal, which is delicious.
- Mickey's mom apparently put a freaking gallon of milk in there or some shit. A little while after he dropped me off at the train station there was AGONY IN MY STOMACH. The nice man in the coffee shop directed me to Walgreen's where I purchased some Lactaid, which stopped it from getting worse and has made some improvements in the happiness of my gut. I took the Lactaid too late for it to be 100% effective, though.
- Mickey dropped me at the train station 50 minutes before the next train to Poughkeepsie. Yep, I'd missed the last one by 10. They only come every hour.
- The train, when it arrived, was on a different track than I expected, so when I noticed it coming in someplace different (the platform I was on wasn't labeled with a number but said that it was where trains to Poughkeepsie stop) I went "OH SHIT" and ran. Unfortunately I was wearing a large backpack at the time. I tripped on the stairs, resulting in my backpack actually hitting the ground over my head from the momentum, scraped my knees, knocked my glasses off and ...
- ... tore my skirt. I was wearing the one with the black-and-white floral pattern alternating with tiers of black fabric. This was my dressiest skirt. Thanks a lot, fucking Tarrytown station.
- As a result, I got to the platform just as the doors were closing on the train.
- So, I finally get to Poughkeepsie after two hours wasted in the Tarrytown station, and I come into the living room, which is rearranged precisely how I was afraid it might be: with my couch (the tan one) moved against the far wall away from the windows. I use this couch as my workspace to do homeworks on and since there is no overhead light I like to make use of the natural light coming in through the two big windows. If I were a little more pissed and a little less frustrated, I would have just shoved stuff out of the way and dragged it back over to the windows, but I really just want to curl up and ignore today so I'm sitting on it anyway. I will move it back when I come back to Vassar for realz.
+ My cello was not cracked when I opened its case, and in fact, the only difference between when I put it in three weeks ago and when I took it out just now is that the lower strings are out of tune. The A-string is actually still pretty close, and the D-string is about as in tune as Sam, which is at least in the neighborhood. Much better than I was expecting. I love my case.
+ I got into UPenn's Masters in Robotics program. It is perhaps an indication of how much I am not happy with today that the most enthusiasm I can muster up about this is "Oh."
Now I must ...
* See what I can do to repair this poor skirt. Unfortunately, due to the nature of the rip, anything I do will be visible.
* Return my library books that are overdue because the library closed early on the last day before winter break, and no doubt will have to pay a fine.
* Work until it is time to go to the train station again.