Feburary the 12th and 13th: I'll spell it right next year...
Kinda sad that the one month of the year I can't spell is my birth month huh? In my defense it sounds like there's a silent "r" in there (wait, how would that work?).
Anyway, guess were I am? Hint, I'm at a desk and my desk at home is ill suited for anywork. Yup, I got ditched. Got the message from my mom Friday morning that she was too sick to drive up (apparently she has the flu or such? Sheesh) and my dad since my mom was so sick he wasn't going to bring me home.
You know, I just wish I'd had a say in this. Or that mom HAD said "By the way, I'm feeling a bit sick and I might get worse and not be able to get you home." "Ack, how about another weekend then?" It's just, GAH, she acted COMPLETELY contray to the way I do so I just can't understand her reasoning. So now I'm stuck in my dorm with a letter from my Oma (I love you Oma ;-;) and an email attachment for birthday gifts. That's it. And, I'm not sure I want gifts now (well, that's not true, when my dad asked if I wanted anything else I requested later that I wanted him to put money on my Express account so I could keep buying film and print paper). Also, I refuse to go home until break now. Sure it's childish but dammit, I just got ditched on my goddamn birthday (okay, that's not until tomorrow, but the case stands). I KNOW my parents miss me, especially since we don't communicate much, so I know this will hurt them more than it hurts me. Ugh, that sounds mean and you know what, it is. I feel hurt, I feel malicious, I don't want to go home. I just want some control over my life and this is reminding me that I have none in some areas. I want to prove to myself that I can do something and this is the only choice I can make.
So, I got the final call from my dad before class Friday (well, technically got it when I was in the darkroom developing my film, yeesh, did almost half the things wrong but it worked out somehow so I got the voicemail later) and so that was fun, trying to make myself stop crying so I could concentrate and take a quiz. And then I decided screw it, if I can't go home and go shopping then I'll do what I can in Boone.
Hoo boy. Karma, you owe me BIG TIME for Friday. Seriously, what happened to me within the span of 2/3 hours was:
Sitting next to a crazy guy on the bus (last time I sit in the front, and he came and sat next to me, and next time this happens I'm moving somewhere else, screw how rude it is because I was uncomfortable), and when he wasn't staring at me (and I should note, I looked PISSED at the time and people think I'm capable of murder when I look like that) he saw another student had a small mustache, proclaimed said student was a werewolf, and that he himself had killed 15 werewolves.
Couldn't find the two hardcovers I was looking for in Boarders (after a very long bus ride there) and the coupon that I was going to use for the xxxHolic guidebook didn't activate until Sunday so it was too much for me to get as well.
Got a little lost trying to find the yarn store since the street sign was missing. Well, I think it was that street anyway, I would imagine the prospect of having a sign that said "Boonedocks" was too much for someone.
It appears that said yarn store has been replaced by a paint store, but I could've been lost due to the missing sign.
The overpass near Walmart had a ton of snow piled onto it's (already tiny) sidewalk so I risked either walking on it and falling into the stream below (it was literally piled as high as the guard rail) or walking in the street. So I found a gap and RAN down the street, not any street but 321, aka the busiest thru highway in Boone (and there really was no other way to Walmart).
Discovered that my boots float a bit when I tried to make my way through puddles to Walmart.
When I was checking out the books area in Walmart (not nearly as big as Target's unfortunately) the freaking fire alarm went off. Wut? Uh, yeah, apparently the water main broke and no one evacuated, we just waited a few minutes for it to stop.
Checked the fabric section pattern books and NONE of them had knife pleat skirt patterns. Um, a knife pleat skirt is when the pleats overlap each other and are all going in one direction, I didn't see a single pattern like that in five or six books. And they didn't have knitting needles anywhere near big enough either, so now I'm stuck on making new knitting projects.
Checked the time, decided not to dawdle and head for the bus stop. As I'm halfway across the parking lot I see the bus coming and just run. Nearly had to chase it too, I got onto the right road, jumped up on the snow pile on the side (again, these things are three feet tall or so now), ran across the top, and managed to make it to the queue in time.
So yeah, I did manage to get film on campus successfully (and the guy may have been flirting with me? I don't know, he was talking to me an extra bit and being nice, but I wouldn't know flirting even if it smacked me in the face, made me happy that he was being nice though) and thankfully that was the end of my bad luck. But really, Olivia and I were trying to figure out if I killed somebody and that's why I had such a bad two hours. Oh and she told me to put the werewolf thing on MLIA so fingers crossed! (and having crazy hobos on our buses is average unfortunately...)
The rest of Friday and Saturday were really uneventful. The only thing worth noting is that I nearly fell over in a wind gust on Saturday and I'm a 100+ pound person! Had a bad headache for most of the day though, no idea why, took some meds, didn't help, but it finally went away around ten. And now I'm off to bed, it's the 14th and I am determined to annoy as many people as possible who hate Valentines Day. I think I can guilt them for a few seconds anyway...
Signing off!
Anyway, guess were I am? Hint, I'm at a desk and my desk at home is ill suited for anywork. Yup, I got ditched. Got the message from my mom Friday morning that she was too sick to drive up (apparently she has the flu or such? Sheesh) and my dad since my mom was so sick he wasn't going to bring me home.
You know, I just wish I'd had a say in this. Or that mom HAD said "By the way, I'm feeling a bit sick and I might get worse and not be able to get you home." "Ack, how about another weekend then?" It's just, GAH, she acted COMPLETELY contray to the way I do so I just can't understand her reasoning. So now I'm stuck in my dorm with a letter from my Oma (I love you Oma ;-;) and an email attachment for birthday gifts. That's it. And, I'm not sure I want gifts now (well, that's not true, when my dad asked if I wanted anything else I requested later that I wanted him to put money on my Express account so I could keep buying film and print paper). Also, I refuse to go home until break now. Sure it's childish but dammit, I just got ditched on my goddamn birthday (okay, that's not until tomorrow, but the case stands). I KNOW my parents miss me, especially since we don't communicate much, so I know this will hurt them more than it hurts me. Ugh, that sounds mean and you know what, it is. I feel hurt, I feel malicious, I don't want to go home. I just want some control over my life and this is reminding me that I have none in some areas. I want to prove to myself that I can do something and this is the only choice I can make.
So, I got the final call from my dad before class Friday (well, technically got it when I was in the darkroom developing my film, yeesh, did almost half the things wrong but it worked out somehow so I got the voicemail later) and so that was fun, trying to make myself stop crying so I could concentrate and take a quiz. And then I decided screw it, if I can't go home and go shopping then I'll do what I can in Boone.
Hoo boy. Karma, you owe me BIG TIME for Friday. Seriously, what happened to me within the span of 2/3 hours was:
Sitting next to a crazy guy on the bus (last time I sit in the front, and he came and sat next to me, and next time this happens I'm moving somewhere else, screw how rude it is because I was uncomfortable), and when he wasn't staring at me (and I should note, I looked PISSED at the time and people think I'm capable of murder when I look like that) he saw another student had a small mustache, proclaimed said student was a werewolf, and that he himself had killed 15 werewolves.
Couldn't find the two hardcovers I was looking for in Boarders (after a very long bus ride there) and the coupon that I was going to use for the xxxHolic guidebook didn't activate until Sunday so it was too much for me to get as well.
Got a little lost trying to find the yarn store since the street sign was missing. Well, I think it was that street anyway, I would imagine the prospect of having a sign that said "Boonedocks" was too much for someone.
It appears that said yarn store has been replaced by a paint store, but I could've been lost due to the missing sign.
The overpass near Walmart had a ton of snow piled onto it's (already tiny) sidewalk so I risked either walking on it and falling into the stream below (it was literally piled as high as the guard rail) or walking in the street. So I found a gap and RAN down the street, not any street but 321, aka the busiest thru highway in Boone (and there really was no other way to Walmart).
Discovered that my boots float a bit when I tried to make my way through puddles to Walmart.
When I was checking out the books area in Walmart (not nearly as big as Target's unfortunately) the freaking fire alarm went off. Wut? Uh, yeah, apparently the water main broke and no one evacuated, we just waited a few minutes for it to stop.
Checked the fabric section pattern books and NONE of them had knife pleat skirt patterns. Um, a knife pleat skirt is when the pleats overlap each other and are all going in one direction, I didn't see a single pattern like that in five or six books. And they didn't have knitting needles anywhere near big enough either, so now I'm stuck on making new knitting projects.
Checked the time, decided not to dawdle and head for the bus stop. As I'm halfway across the parking lot I see the bus coming and just run. Nearly had to chase it too, I got onto the right road, jumped up on the snow pile on the side (again, these things are three feet tall or so now), ran across the top, and managed to make it to the queue in time.
So yeah, I did manage to get film on campus successfully (and the guy may have been flirting with me? I don't know, he was talking to me an extra bit and being nice, but I wouldn't know flirting even if it smacked me in the face, made me happy that he was being nice though) and thankfully that was the end of my bad luck. But really, Olivia and I were trying to figure out if I killed somebody and that's why I had such a bad two hours. Oh and she told me to put the werewolf thing on MLIA so fingers crossed! (and having crazy hobos on our buses is average unfortunately...)
The rest of Friday and Saturday were really uneventful. The only thing worth noting is that I nearly fell over in a wind gust on Saturday and I'm a 100+ pound person! Had a bad headache for most of the day though, no idea why, took some meds, didn't help, but it finally went away around ten. And now I'm off to bed, it's the 14th and I am determined to annoy as many people as possible who hate Valentines Day. I think I can guilt them for a few seconds anyway...
Signing off!