Now in Technicolor! (Not Really)
Yup, I should definitely be in sign language class right now, but I am not. Instead, I am sitting in the library at USF updating this thing. It's not really a good sign when you start skipping classes the second week of the term. It's not that I don't like my class, it's just that I didn't want to show up to it late. Why would I have been late, you ask? Well, that would be Jen's fault. On Tuesday, we came out of ASL to discover that Jen's rear bumper had been hit in the parking lot. Luckily, there were no dents, but her car did receive some pretty bad scratches. Jen was freaking out and calling the police on my cell phone. The campus police came and told her that they would check all of the white cars in the area, because whoever hit Jen had left a whole lot of white paint on her car. Poor Jen. She has only had this car for about two months and already it has suffered damage. Nevertheless, Jen forged on and got her friend Dallas' uncle to fix her car at a very low rate. Here was the catch: she had to pick up her car before five today. Since neither of us got out of class until four, we realized that this was a sticky situation. We sped from campus at about quarter till four and made our way to the auto repair shop, where we were told that Jen's car wasn't ready yet. So, we sat down and waited, all the while being amused by the small children that were scampering about on the dirty floor of the waiting room. Finally, Jen's car was ready and we speeded back to the apartment to drop off her car and take mine back to school.
Jen has now become paranoid and refuses to drive her car to school. And who can blame her? Kim added me to her parking pass so that I could use it. It's actually really nice being able to drive to school and not wait for the bus. I think I am going to have to suck it up and beg my parents for the money to get a parking pass of my own.
When we got back to the apartment, I realized that I had to pee, so I ran inside to do so. While I was going, I realized, to my dismay, that there were only a few meager scraps left on the roll. Kim was aware of this too and mentioned it to me through the door. My situation then prompted Jen and Kim to get into a massive argument about toilet paper and who should buy it and blah, blah, blah. It was in this moment that I realized that we were going to be late to class, and to be honest, I hate going into class when it's already started. I think it's rude. I told Jen my feelings and decided to drop her off at class, then go to the library and read. But I'm not reading. I am sitting here, updating. I think that it's better, especially since I haven't updated in awhile.
It looked like it was going to rain when I got here; I hope it doesn't, because Dallas' uncle told Jen not to get her car wet for at least an hour because the paint needed to dry.
Today was my mom and dad's twenty-sixth wedding anniversary. I still can't believe that they have been together that long. To celebrate, they took the day off from work and went to ride Sheikra, the new roller coaster at Busch Gardens. I have yet to call them and ask how it was.
I have been feeling a bit off-color over the past few days. I feel semi-nauseous most of the time, accompanied by brief acute stabbing pains in the area underneath my belly button. I have no idea what specifically is hurting. I know that it's not cramps, because the pain would last longer. I think that it's probably stress. Stress over things that I cannot control.
My sister came into my room yesterday to show me her new bathing suit that she got. She looked so nice in it that I wanted to smack her teeth out. She is so perfect that she makes me sick sometimes. Still, she's the only sibling I have, so I won't be putting her out of commission anytime soon.
Well, I guess I can update about my summer classes, since I never got around to that last time. My British Literature class is awesome in the sense that it is so incredibly dull. My teacher reminds me of a gnome or a hobbit. I haven't decided which one yet. He can't hear for shit and it drives everyone crazy who tries to make a comment. He himself is crazy also. For instance, today he was telling everyone in the class how blue jeans make girls look like elephants from behind. He says the weirdest things and blathers on and on about the Romantics and the Augustan age and yada yada. The good thing about his class is that we have no homework and no quizzes. All we have is one test at the end of the term. It's pretty great. What is not so great is that I am having a hard time trying to glean anything from his overdrawn lectures. It also doesn't help that I can barely stay awake in there most of the time.
My other class is Basic American Sign Language. The worst thing about this class is the massive amount of crap that she wants us to do before the term is over. We have to go out into the deaf community and interact with them for at least twenty hours. We have video projects, quizzes, homework and a big final at the end. The most interesting thing about this class though is that our teacher herself is deaf. It makes communicating with her a bit dodgy at times, but for the most part we can all understand one another. She has a hearing dog that she brings to class; he's an Australian shepherd. Very cute. My teacher is a beast, though. Every class she has us learn tons of new signs, expressions, etc. It's crazy. Some of the people in my class have talked to other students who are in different ASL I courses, and those people say that all they are learning is the alphabet and how to say "My name is..." and all that other stuff. I personally think that my teacher is trying to push too much on us too soon, but I suppose that it will be best in the long run.
I am still feeling depressed. I don't know what to do about it. Actually, that is a lie. I do know what to do about it, but I just can't bring myself to do it yet.
I'm spending the night in Tampa tonight, even though the apartment smells like moldy ass from Jen and Kim's air conditioning unit leaking again. Also, I think I am going to make Jen wash the sheet that covers the futon before I sleep on it, because somebody wiped their boogers on it. Gross.
That's all I have to say for now. Peace, love and crackers.
Jen has now become paranoid and refuses to drive her car to school. And who can blame her? Kim added me to her parking pass so that I could use it. It's actually really nice being able to drive to school and not wait for the bus. I think I am going to have to suck it up and beg my parents for the money to get a parking pass of my own.
When we got back to the apartment, I realized that I had to pee, so I ran inside to do so. While I was going, I realized, to my dismay, that there were only a few meager scraps left on the roll. Kim was aware of this too and mentioned it to me through the door. My situation then prompted Jen and Kim to get into a massive argument about toilet paper and who should buy it and blah, blah, blah. It was in this moment that I realized that we were going to be late to class, and to be honest, I hate going into class when it's already started. I think it's rude. I told Jen my feelings and decided to drop her off at class, then go to the library and read. But I'm not reading. I am sitting here, updating. I think that it's better, especially since I haven't updated in awhile.
It looked like it was going to rain when I got here; I hope it doesn't, because Dallas' uncle told Jen not to get her car wet for at least an hour because the paint needed to dry.
Today was my mom and dad's twenty-sixth wedding anniversary. I still can't believe that they have been together that long. To celebrate, they took the day off from work and went to ride Sheikra, the new roller coaster at Busch Gardens. I have yet to call them and ask how it was.
I have been feeling a bit off-color over the past few days. I feel semi-nauseous most of the time, accompanied by brief acute stabbing pains in the area underneath my belly button. I have no idea what specifically is hurting. I know that it's not cramps, because the pain would last longer. I think that it's probably stress. Stress over things that I cannot control.
My sister came into my room yesterday to show me her new bathing suit that she got. She looked so nice in it that I wanted to smack her teeth out. She is so perfect that she makes me sick sometimes. Still, she's the only sibling I have, so I won't be putting her out of commission anytime soon.
Well, I guess I can update about my summer classes, since I never got around to that last time. My British Literature class is awesome in the sense that it is so incredibly dull. My teacher reminds me of a gnome or a hobbit. I haven't decided which one yet. He can't hear for shit and it drives everyone crazy who tries to make a comment. He himself is crazy also. For instance, today he was telling everyone in the class how blue jeans make girls look like elephants from behind. He says the weirdest things and blathers on and on about the Romantics and the Augustan age and yada yada. The good thing about his class is that we have no homework and no quizzes. All we have is one test at the end of the term. It's pretty great. What is not so great is that I am having a hard time trying to glean anything from his overdrawn lectures. It also doesn't help that I can barely stay awake in there most of the time.
My other class is Basic American Sign Language. The worst thing about this class is the massive amount of crap that she wants us to do before the term is over. We have to go out into the deaf community and interact with them for at least twenty hours. We have video projects, quizzes, homework and a big final at the end. The most interesting thing about this class though is that our teacher herself is deaf. It makes communicating with her a bit dodgy at times, but for the most part we can all understand one another. She has a hearing dog that she brings to class; he's an Australian shepherd. Very cute. My teacher is a beast, though. Every class she has us learn tons of new signs, expressions, etc. It's crazy. Some of the people in my class have talked to other students who are in different ASL I courses, and those people say that all they are learning is the alphabet and how to say "My name is..." and all that other stuff. I personally think that my teacher is trying to push too much on us too soon, but I suppose that it will be best in the long run.
I am still feeling depressed. I don't know what to do about it. Actually, that is a lie. I do know what to do about it, but I just can't bring myself to do it yet.
I'm spending the night in Tampa tonight, even though the apartment smells like moldy ass from Jen and Kim's air conditioning unit leaking again. Also, I think I am going to make Jen wash the sheet that covers the futon before I sleep on it, because somebody wiped their boogers on it. Gross.
That's all I have to say for now. Peace, love and crackers.