Come one, come all.
Ahhh…the greatness of college begins soon. I’m going to refrain from becoming one of those skeptical students who wander uselessly down the halls in hope that they might somehow escape the next 4 years of their life. I truly want to enjoy all the new learning and the actual independence that a student gets. However I pray that this so called “independence” isn’t just a cheap term professors use to describe the despair a student experiences when trying to figure out college on their own. I’m not going to pretend that I already know about everything that’s going on; I’m certainly one of the lost arrivals.
Today I struggled trying to wake up…I had originally intended on getting to UTM before 8:00 so I could be one of those sluggish early birds but since I wasn’t able to sleep until 4:00 in the morning my ability to rise from bed was handicapped. So I set my alarm again for 9:00 and thought being an hour wasn’t going to be that bad. Marle called me at around 8:10 and I said I was going to be up there later but she called again at 9:30 and I had yet to move out of the bed. Apparently my alarm had decided a strike was in order and didn’t bother going off. I tried to get up but failed again but at one time she had called a second time and explained that the rest of the group was going to Dresden for shot records (I’ll admit there was a rather sour look on my face at the mention of that word) and then they’d be back. I told her I’d be at the building waiting within 30 minutes. So at least 45 minutes later she called again 10:00 and I was still asleep.
Luckily the third time was a charm! I managed to peel myself from under the covers, half-assed getting dressed, and then piled into my car. Marle and Kortni were waiting in the cafeteria when I got there but they had already gotten most of their stuff done. After they finished eating they led me to the wrong booth because they weren’t away that I wasn’t signed up for GENS so I wasted about 10 minutes until the booth lady decided to ask whether I was or not. After that was answered I went to get my shot records. They don’t have any on me but insisted that if I hadn’t of gotten my MMR through 9-12th grade then I wouldn’t have been able to graduate high school. I wasn’t going to burst their bubble but…I haven’t had any injections since 6th grade. So hah. Thus I escaped the evil booth and went to get my car registered. Unfortunately the line stretched across the room and I hadn’t filled my forms yet so I grabbed one, got in the floor because all chairs were taken, and began my registration. Alas! You must have your license number before you can finish.
By this time I was getting anxious over the crowd so Kortni and I went to the bookstore and tried to get my books. I waited in line for a few minutes but when they asked for my name they stated that I wasn’t on the list. I was confused and told them that my Mother has registered me personally with the woman who runs the operation and they just looked at me as though they were trying to decide whether I was lying or not. Finally I called my Mom but as soon as I started talking to her they found my name on the list. I guess they didn’t know how to spell my last name. Because it’s really that hard. I was getting iffy with this whole situation but I stood aside and waited for my books. I kept waiting until 10 minutes later when the people 10 feet back in the line had already gotten their books and left. Eventually one noticed me and then pointed out the obvious by saying that they’d forgotten about my books. There was more waiting until they brought them when I discovered that you can’t charge things to your Sky Hawk card without first putting money on it. I didn’t have any.
I was going to stand in the financial help line but it was (with no exaggeration) at least half a mile long. Screw that. I then retreated outside to where Marle had been waiting and had a little break before getting my license number from my car and going back inside. Kortni and Marle left though because they had been there all day. I would’ve probably been done by then as well if I had only gotten my ass out of bed. I decided to give the books a chance later since I was going to use my Yahoo! Card and charge it but first I wanted my car registered. Upon entering the room I knew this was going to be difficult. I’ll summarize my experience by saying that standing in a line with no one to talk to for 1 whole hour and moving only 10 feet is the most irritating experience ever. I was even more irritated when I looked at my watch and saw that I was out of time. I had to pick up the sibling. After one wishful look at the booth only a couple feet away I abandoned my spot and scuttled off to get my books. After fetching them I paid, dragged all my things to the car, and left. Now I have to get up early tomorrow and register my car. Biznitch.
Other events that have taken place are various parties, the lake, and trouble with the family. I’ve been running around with my friends more than ever as of late and we’ve almost gotten sick of each other but I think we’re hanging in there. I’m getting better at Halo each and every time I play but I’m still not good enough to take on XBOX Live I don’t think. Not like I have the money to buy it anyway. While I was at the lake I rode the jet ski with Brett and his Mom and had a merry time thwarting their attempts to hurl my ass off the mini boat. I kept slipping off the sides (though never completely off) and gave my bum a good beating in the process but the only time I abandoned my chair was when Brett stopped the jet ski, pried my hands off the straps, and tossed me into the water. I say he cheated.
We (Brett, Andrew, Becca, Seth, Marle, Derek, and I) had planned to stay all night at the Lake and be on the water the next day but it didn’t work out. There wasn’t any quarreling between us…just lots of crankiness, soreness, and tiredness. Typical moods of the worn out teenager. So I went with Brett and Andrew at around 4:00 in the morning because they had stayed up there the night before and were pushing almost 2 ½ days without sleep. I was also feeling slightly nauseous but that was mainly due to my extreme lack of sleeping and then the sudden burst of activity. I crashed in Brett and Kendra’s apartment [Side Note: I got to drive Brett’s truck weee! xD] and didn’t wake up until about 11:00. But then I started tidying up around the place since they had been nice enough to let me stay there and played video games with Brett until Kendra got back from work. After that Brett crashed again and Kendra took me home where I actually refrained from crashing.
Come Monday it was official that I felt like I had gotten the shit beat out of me. I even fell off the ladder to my bunk bed because I was so sore that I couldn’t hold my body weight up on it. Apocalypse was down for the count! I skipped work and got in a bit of trouble for that but otherwise the rest of the day was consumed in my yelping and hobbling about until that night when I went home and discovered that I had been betrayed by one of my parents. Tuesday was a day of drama and dilemma but eventually I just went to Becca’s the stayed the night there. She had a mild, undeclared party but everyone ended up going home except for Seth, Becca, Amanda, and I and we slept until early afternoon.
And that leads back to today! I hope that catches everyone up on my daily happenings. Like it really matters. Toodles! ^_^
Today I struggled trying to wake up…I had originally intended on getting to UTM before 8:00 so I could be one of those sluggish early birds but since I wasn’t able to sleep until 4:00 in the morning my ability to rise from bed was handicapped. So I set my alarm again for 9:00 and thought being an hour wasn’t going to be that bad. Marle called me at around 8:10 and I said I was going to be up there later but she called again at 9:30 and I had yet to move out of the bed. Apparently my alarm had decided a strike was in order and didn’t bother going off. I tried to get up but failed again but at one time she had called a second time and explained that the rest of the group was going to Dresden for shot records (I’ll admit there was a rather sour look on my face at the mention of that word) and then they’d be back. I told her I’d be at the building waiting within 30 minutes. So at least 45 minutes later she called again 10:00 and I was still asleep.
Luckily the third time was a charm! I managed to peel myself from under the covers, half-assed getting dressed, and then piled into my car. Marle and Kortni were waiting in the cafeteria when I got there but they had already gotten most of their stuff done. After they finished eating they led me to the wrong booth because they weren’t away that I wasn’t signed up for GENS so I wasted about 10 minutes until the booth lady decided to ask whether I was or not. After that was answered I went to get my shot records. They don’t have any on me but insisted that if I hadn’t of gotten my MMR through 9-12th grade then I wouldn’t have been able to graduate high school. I wasn’t going to burst their bubble but…I haven’t had any injections since 6th grade. So hah. Thus I escaped the evil booth and went to get my car registered. Unfortunately the line stretched across the room and I hadn’t filled my forms yet so I grabbed one, got in the floor because all chairs were taken, and began my registration. Alas! You must have your license number before you can finish.
By this time I was getting anxious over the crowd so Kortni and I went to the bookstore and tried to get my books. I waited in line for a few minutes but when they asked for my name they stated that I wasn’t on the list. I was confused and told them that my Mother has registered me personally with the woman who runs the operation and they just looked at me as though they were trying to decide whether I was lying or not. Finally I called my Mom but as soon as I started talking to her they found my name on the list. I guess they didn’t know how to spell my last name. Because it’s really that hard. I was getting iffy with this whole situation but I stood aside and waited for my books. I kept waiting until 10 minutes later when the people 10 feet back in the line had already gotten their books and left. Eventually one noticed me and then pointed out the obvious by saying that they’d forgotten about my books. There was more waiting until they brought them when I discovered that you can’t charge things to your Sky Hawk card without first putting money on it. I didn’t have any.
I was going to stand in the financial help line but it was (with no exaggeration) at least half a mile long. Screw that. I then retreated outside to where Marle had been waiting and had a little break before getting my license number from my car and going back inside. Kortni and Marle left though because they had been there all day. I would’ve probably been done by then as well if I had only gotten my ass out of bed. I decided to give the books a chance later since I was going to use my Yahoo! Card and charge it but first I wanted my car registered. Upon entering the room I knew this was going to be difficult. I’ll summarize my experience by saying that standing in a line with no one to talk to for 1 whole hour and moving only 10 feet is the most irritating experience ever. I was even more irritated when I looked at my watch and saw that I was out of time. I had to pick up the sibling. After one wishful look at the booth only a couple feet away I abandoned my spot and scuttled off to get my books. After fetching them I paid, dragged all my things to the car, and left. Now I have to get up early tomorrow and register my car. Biznitch.
Other events that have taken place are various parties, the lake, and trouble with the family. I’ve been running around with my friends more than ever as of late and we’ve almost gotten sick of each other but I think we’re hanging in there. I’m getting better at Halo each and every time I play but I’m still not good enough to take on XBOX Live I don’t think. Not like I have the money to buy it anyway. While I was at the lake I rode the jet ski with Brett and his Mom and had a merry time thwarting their attempts to hurl my ass off the mini boat. I kept slipping off the sides (though never completely off) and gave my bum a good beating in the process but the only time I abandoned my chair was when Brett stopped the jet ski, pried my hands off the straps, and tossed me into the water. I say he cheated.
We (Brett, Andrew, Becca, Seth, Marle, Derek, and I) had planned to stay all night at the Lake and be on the water the next day but it didn’t work out. There wasn’t any quarreling between us…just lots of crankiness, soreness, and tiredness. Typical moods of the worn out teenager. So I went with Brett and Andrew at around 4:00 in the morning because they had stayed up there the night before and were pushing almost 2 ½ days without sleep. I was also feeling slightly nauseous but that was mainly due to my extreme lack of sleeping and then the sudden burst of activity. I crashed in Brett and Kendra’s apartment [Side Note: I got to drive Brett’s truck weee! xD] and didn’t wake up until about 11:00. But then I started tidying up around the place since they had been nice enough to let me stay there and played video games with Brett until Kendra got back from work. After that Brett crashed again and Kendra took me home where I actually refrained from crashing.
Come Monday it was official that I felt like I had gotten the shit beat out of me. I even fell off the ladder to my bunk bed because I was so sore that I couldn’t hold my body weight up on it. Apocalypse was down for the count! I skipped work and got in a bit of trouble for that but otherwise the rest of the day was consumed in my yelping and hobbling about until that night when I went home and discovered that I had been betrayed by one of my parents. Tuesday was a day of drama and dilemma but eventually I just went to Becca’s the stayed the night there. She had a mild, undeclared party but everyone ended up going home except for Seth, Becca, Amanda, and I and we slept until early afternoon.
And that leads back to today! I hope that catches everyone up on my daily happenings. Like it really matters. Toodles! ^_^