A seance that brought us together.
oh shit stuff's happened.
lemme break it down for you:
Work:
Gave in my two weeks notice; last day was Friday. During the week, my boss bitched at me for things she did, other workers realized that no matter what happened that Pam liked to blame me. Last day involved Pam freaking, rightfully so, because her or her husband forgot to pay the electricity bill so we had no power for 4 hours. It was hot, cookies broke, everyone freaked out. We stayed an hour afterwards, where I was given a card from my coworkers. Taken aback, I read it and found that everyone basically said the same thing; "good luck/studyhard/name". I don't mind so much, I was surprised that I got a card!
School:
After much confusion via letters from AIA, I got a call yesterday saying I was accepted. Woo! Today I got a call from a woman named Kathy who sent me to financial to set up a "payment projection". There I was informed that my application for the GTEG (A State Grant) was accepted! Woo! Basically, I get 367 dollars a quarter. AIA is expensive, but they have ways of lowering the cost. My determination is to keep my GPA up to get Hope, plus the GTEG will lower the cost a fair amount. Afterwards, I went to register for classes; worried that I wouldn't be able to set my own schedule. Not the case! Each class is 4 credit hours, and to be a full time student I need 12 credit hours a semester/quarter, so doing basic math, I have three classes this semester. Being a full time student also lets me keep health insurance. Woo! I wanted to do Art 111, basic drawing, but it was full. My advisor said to call back in a few days to see if it opens up; until then, I'm in Math. She wanted to take out 2d Design, but I want to do that, so I kept it in. My Schedule is this:
Tuesday; 2D design 2pm-5:40pm
Wednesday: A software class; learning how to use macs and Adobephotoshop/illustrator; 8am-11:40am
Thursday: Ideas of Math 10am-1:40pm; 2d Design 4pm-5:50pm
The evening classes are a bummer, I'll be stuck in traffic. I guess I could stay at the campus to do homework for a little until traffic is over. Maybe go to a bistro or some shit.
Friday is orientation, where I get stuff. I'm determined this semester to organize my time and work, I really really want to do my best. I'm actually wanting and excited to go to school. As well, I'm starting at the beginning of the year with a bunch of other new people- MORE POTENTIAL FOR FRIENDS.
Life:
OMFG I'm going to see Jeff on the 5th. I'm excited, as well as really really nervous. It's for a wedding, where I get to meet all of Jeff's family. I really miss Jeff, though, and enduring anxiety is damn worth seeing him look his best and most handsome and being able to hold his hand. I miss touch, and not just sexual, just his head in my lap while we're watching Street Fighters, or walking around the mall aimlessly while this woman tries to shine my fingernails. Though it is only a few days, I'm so happy to be seeing him. Now to just find a jacket and shoes to match the dress we bought. D: I want to look my damn best DAMNIT.
Despite feeling angry, lonely, and frustrated all the time, things are looking up.
My parents are out of town this week, and that keeps me slightly busy. Tyler sucks at cleaning up after himself, and I'm seriously starting to hate him. I tell him to clean up after himself, he interrupts me and says "IKNOW IKNOW SHUT UP" but I come down in the morning and not a damn thing has been cleaned.
Tyler also says he DESERVES the garage for his car because he has a new car. The only reason he has a new car is because I, ME, was trying to find a new car, dad said he'd help, tyler said he wanted a new car, and pushed mom and day to get it for him first. Now I have to wait to get one.
Tyler does jackshit around here, and mom and dad not only do nothing about it, but encourage it by buying him stuff without his earning it. And that disheartens me.
I swear to God, if tyler hasn't cleaned his stuff up for the cleaners tomorrow, I'm throwing everything on his bed. I got so irritated with him, I broke my canvases and punched a wall (I'm too weak to break it) and have a bruise on my hand now. Why does he think he can get away with this stuff?
OH YEA.
Mom and dad do NOTHING to stop it; they actually enable it.
I've actually wished he would die. And I don't feel bad about it.
I honestly wouldn't care if he died right now.
D:
That's basically it for now.
lemme break it down for you:
Work:
Gave in my two weeks notice; last day was Friday. During the week, my boss bitched at me for things she did, other workers realized that no matter what happened that Pam liked to blame me. Last day involved Pam freaking, rightfully so, because her or her husband forgot to pay the electricity bill so we had no power for 4 hours. It was hot, cookies broke, everyone freaked out. We stayed an hour afterwards, where I was given a card from my coworkers. Taken aback, I read it and found that everyone basically said the same thing; "good luck/studyhard/name". I don't mind so much, I was surprised that I got a card!
School:
After much confusion via letters from AIA, I got a call yesterday saying I was accepted. Woo! Today I got a call from a woman named Kathy who sent me to financial to set up a "payment projection". There I was informed that my application for the GTEG (A State Grant) was accepted! Woo! Basically, I get 367 dollars a quarter. AIA is expensive, but they have ways of lowering the cost. My determination is to keep my GPA up to get Hope, plus the GTEG will lower the cost a fair amount. Afterwards, I went to register for classes; worried that I wouldn't be able to set my own schedule. Not the case! Each class is 4 credit hours, and to be a full time student I need 12 credit hours a semester/quarter, so doing basic math, I have three classes this semester. Being a full time student also lets me keep health insurance. Woo! I wanted to do Art 111, basic drawing, but it was full. My advisor said to call back in a few days to see if it opens up; until then, I'm in Math. She wanted to take out 2d Design, but I want to do that, so I kept it in. My Schedule is this:
Tuesday; 2D design 2pm-5:40pm
Wednesday: A software class; learning how to use macs and Adobephotoshop/illustrator; 8am-11:40am
Thursday: Ideas of Math 10am-1:40pm; 2d Design 4pm-5:50pm
The evening classes are a bummer, I'll be stuck in traffic. I guess I could stay at the campus to do homework for a little until traffic is over. Maybe go to a bistro or some shit.
Friday is orientation, where I get stuff. I'm determined this semester to organize my time and work, I really really want to do my best. I'm actually wanting and excited to go to school. As well, I'm starting at the beginning of the year with a bunch of other new people- MORE POTENTIAL FOR FRIENDS.
Life:
OMFG I'm going to see Jeff on the 5th. I'm excited, as well as really really nervous. It's for a wedding, where I get to meet all of Jeff's family. I really miss Jeff, though, and enduring anxiety is damn worth seeing him look his best and most handsome and being able to hold his hand. I miss touch, and not just sexual, just his head in my lap while we're watching Street Fighters, or walking around the mall aimlessly while this woman tries to shine my fingernails. Though it is only a few days, I'm so happy to be seeing him. Now to just find a jacket and shoes to match the dress we bought. D: I want to look my damn best DAMNIT.
Despite feeling angry, lonely, and frustrated all the time, things are looking up.
My parents are out of town this week, and that keeps me slightly busy. Tyler sucks at cleaning up after himself, and I'm seriously starting to hate him. I tell him to clean up after himself, he interrupts me and says "IKNOW IKNOW SHUT UP" but I come down in the morning and not a damn thing has been cleaned.
Tyler also says he DESERVES the garage for his car because he has a new car. The only reason he has a new car is because I, ME, was trying to find a new car, dad said he'd help, tyler said he wanted a new car, and pushed mom and day to get it for him first. Now I have to wait to get one.
Tyler does jackshit around here, and mom and dad not only do nothing about it, but encourage it by buying him stuff without his earning it. And that disheartens me.
I swear to God, if tyler hasn't cleaned his stuff up for the cleaners tomorrow, I'm throwing everything on his bed. I got so irritated with him, I broke my canvases and punched a wall (I'm too weak to break it) and have a bruise on my hand now. Why does he think he can get away with this stuff?
OH YEA.
Mom and dad do NOTHING to stop it; they actually enable it.
I've actually wished he would die. And I don't feel bad about it.
I honestly wouldn't care if he died right now.
D:
That's basically it for now.