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I feel like I haven't written an update since the Stone Age, so here's one for ya'll...
Wow, where to begin...
I actually got to see Jamie at the beginning of last week!!!!!! But I guess I should back up and mention one small detail first...My qualifier in O.D.E.s was last Monday. It should have been a walk in the park between the person giving the exam being one of the "easier" professors here and my knowledge of the subject. Instead, it was like...I don't know. I was obsessing over the Olympics, going to see Jamie (woo!) that night, and still recovering from stupid bs that doesn't deserved to be mentioned more than alluding to it. Wow, bad sentences are fun! Anyway, so I went into take this test, knowing that I had way too much on my mind. Here is where I made my biggest mistake--I tried to clear my mind of all outside noise. Instead, I succeeded in simply clearing my mind. Compare that to turning off lights. Say you have three switches and three sets of lights. You want to turn off 2 sets and leave 1 on, but instead you accidentally hit the last switch and turn everything off at once.
Yup, darkness. Bad omens. All of that good stuff.
So, I struggled through what should have been insanely easy, and then I went home to kill myself. But then I remembered I was going to the beach to hang out with Jamie and therefore did not kill myself. Instead, my bladder tried to kill me. See, there's this stretch of road down that way where there is NOTHING for MILES. I did not know this and (stupidly) assumed that I'd be able to stop and pee whenever I needed to. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Bad things nearly happened. And continued to nearly happen all night. Not fun.
But seeing Jamie was, in fact, fun. Until I got sunburned. Barney must have felt the need to punish me or something. I don't know. I spent last Monday night in beach world with Jamie, as well as most of Tuesday. We did beach-like things. There was food. There were drinks (although not the alcoholic sort because I was attempting to take care of my traumatized bladder after the long trip). There was generalized fun stuff. I took pictures before I left on Tuesday, but well, I haven't managed to get them online. Because I suck. Or something. My ride home on Tuesday was even more eventful than the drive to the beach. On top of having to stop every 25 seconds to pee (really, my body hates me), my GPS system decided to have a seizure. Or an off day. Maybe it decided to imitate me and turn out all of ITS brain lights. I still don't know and don't want to have to find out. I wound up driving in big, circular-like paths for somewhere near 2 hours before finally finding my way to I-95 and then back home. Mind you, I-95 is NOT the best highway to take from Garner to the Carolina coast. No, no. I-40 is perfect. Straight shot. None of this 95-erizing...but whatever. I made it...4 hours, 230984320423 bathroom stops, and an extra tank of gas after I left. The trip should have taken me at most 3 hours. Needless to say, I wanted to maim my GPS. Instead, I simply made it apologize--I mean, it DID get me to Durham and back safely several times...
School started last Wednesday. I'm taking a random assortment of classes, dancing so much that you'd almost think I was a Goucher dancer (hah!), teaching Pre-Calc TWO nights per week for TWO hours (G-d help me), doing my required tutoring hours starting tomorrow, and avoiding hearing about that pesky little exam result at all costs. I really have no idea what I'm doing here, why I'm here, or where I'm going with all of this at this point. I really don't have a clue. I guess I'll figure it out at some point or another, and until then, I'll work the system or something. Um, and mixed into that schedule of 2983743 dance class is an 8:00, 3 days per week. 8:00 in the morning, that is. This means that I left home at 7 this morning, and 7 Monday, and I'll leave here at 7 on Friday. I'm seriously a glutton for punishment. That's my only rationalization for any of this.
I had the pleasure of breaking my tv sometime in the midst of all of this. You know, it was the sort of pleasure that kind of feels like needing to piss yourself, or getting sunburned, or having your GPS have a seizure. I've had that tv for somewhere on the order of 10 years. When I was attempting to make a tape of the Olympics, the tv died. It just...turned itself off. Every time I tried to turn it back on, it turned itself back off again. I wanted to cry. Instead, I went to Best Buy and charged a ridiculous amount of money on my store account for a new tv and a DVD recorder. The girls were getting a new box from Dish Network anyway, so I got to pick all of my options. For an extra $23 every month, I get to have HD tv and DVR. Woo.
I really don't know where I'm getting all of this money. I've spent way, WAY too much over the past few months, and I'm not getting a FULL paycheck again until September 19. On the 5th, I get half of a paycheck--barely enough for rent. Oh, joy.
Oh, and on top of everything, I got to have about $600 worth of work done to my car on Saturday. I went on for routine maintenance and walked out having to do lots of extra things...well, actually, no, they weren't extra. It's just that they should have been done before those bitches at Burns Hyundai ever sold it to me. As in, my 30,000 mile service was never done, when those bastards tried to play like it was. Um, they should probably explain to me why my transmission fluid looked like puked up coffee grounds, my power steering fluid looked like baby shit, and all of my filters were gross then. And while we're at it, Midas can go fuck themselves too. They should have told me this. But they didn't. It's one thing to save me money by not selling me a bunch of shit I don't ask for, but it's completely different to let things like that go. It's kind of like how they put non-Hyundai parts on my car, so the oil filter was wrong. In fact, I had a little bit of an oil leak it seems--that's sort of what happens when you put the WRONG PARTS on someone's car. So, now I'll just have to go to the dealer every time I go in for a simple oil change. It's what I wanted to do in the first place, but everyone told me not to waste the extra money. From now on, I'll go with my first instinct...especially since the Hyundai dealer in Cary has Starbucks coffee (house blend), a complementary car wash, muffins, cookies, and a huge tv. Really, I get the right parts, all sorts of goodies, and people that know my vehicle all for only $13 more than what Midas charges. Hell, the brand name parts alone justify that...or the car wash. Or the coffee and muffins and HD tv. Either way, I wasn't exactly enjoying spending all of that damned money. Not now. I shouldn't have had to pay for a transmission flush for QUITE some time. Fucking Burns Hyundai. They should die.
And yet, my car is still the queen of all cars. Any other vehicle would have blown up or stopped running or something with the garbage that was in the transmission. Like, seriously. It's crazy how lovable she was BEFORE everything was in perfect order...and now? She's beyond perfect--and still cooler than any other car in the world.
...and now that I've been up for 20 hours, I'm going to shower. Then, I'll get to drag my ass out of bed to go work required tutoring hours tomorrow. It's beyond stupid to require that shit--so, for a TA'S first semester of controlling an entire class, we should add MORE extra duties on top of that??? Yeah, that's intelligent....
Wow, where to begin...
I actually got to see Jamie at the beginning of last week!!!!!! But I guess I should back up and mention one small detail first...My qualifier in O.D.E.s was last Monday. It should have been a walk in the park between the person giving the exam being one of the "easier" professors here and my knowledge of the subject. Instead, it was like...I don't know. I was obsessing over the Olympics, going to see Jamie (woo!) that night, and still recovering from stupid bs that doesn't deserved to be mentioned more than alluding to it. Wow, bad sentences are fun! Anyway, so I went into take this test, knowing that I had way too much on my mind. Here is where I made my biggest mistake--I tried to clear my mind of all outside noise. Instead, I succeeded in simply clearing my mind. Compare that to turning off lights. Say you have three switches and three sets of lights. You want to turn off 2 sets and leave 1 on, but instead you accidentally hit the last switch and turn everything off at once.
Yup, darkness. Bad omens. All of that good stuff.
So, I struggled through what should have been insanely easy, and then I went home to kill myself. But then I remembered I was going to the beach to hang out with Jamie and therefore did not kill myself. Instead, my bladder tried to kill me. See, there's this stretch of road down that way where there is NOTHING for MILES. I did not know this and (stupidly) assumed that I'd be able to stop and pee whenever I needed to. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Bad things nearly happened. And continued to nearly happen all night. Not fun.
But seeing Jamie was, in fact, fun. Until I got sunburned. Barney must have felt the need to punish me or something. I don't know. I spent last Monday night in beach world with Jamie, as well as most of Tuesday. We did beach-like things. There was food. There were drinks (although not the alcoholic sort because I was attempting to take care of my traumatized bladder after the long trip). There was generalized fun stuff. I took pictures before I left on Tuesday, but well, I haven't managed to get them online. Because I suck. Or something. My ride home on Tuesday was even more eventful than the drive to the beach. On top of having to stop every 25 seconds to pee (really, my body hates me), my GPS system decided to have a seizure. Or an off day. Maybe it decided to imitate me and turn out all of ITS brain lights. I still don't know and don't want to have to find out. I wound up driving in big, circular-like paths for somewhere near 2 hours before finally finding my way to I-95 and then back home. Mind you, I-95 is NOT the best highway to take from Garner to the Carolina coast. No, no. I-40 is perfect. Straight shot. None of this 95-erizing...but whatever. I made it...4 hours, 230984320423 bathroom stops, and an extra tank of gas after I left. The trip should have taken me at most 3 hours. Needless to say, I wanted to maim my GPS. Instead, I simply made it apologize--I mean, it DID get me to Durham and back safely several times...
School started last Wednesday. I'm taking a random assortment of classes, dancing so much that you'd almost think I was a Goucher dancer (hah!), teaching Pre-Calc TWO nights per week for TWO hours (G-d help me), doing my required tutoring hours starting tomorrow, and avoiding hearing about that pesky little exam result at all costs. I really have no idea what I'm doing here, why I'm here, or where I'm going with all of this at this point. I really don't have a clue. I guess I'll figure it out at some point or another, and until then, I'll work the system or something. Um, and mixed into that schedule of 2983743 dance class is an 8:00, 3 days per week. 8:00 in the morning, that is. This means that I left home at 7 this morning, and 7 Monday, and I'll leave here at 7 on Friday. I'm seriously a glutton for punishment. That's my only rationalization for any of this.
I had the pleasure of breaking my tv sometime in the midst of all of this. You know, it was the sort of pleasure that kind of feels like needing to piss yourself, or getting sunburned, or having your GPS have a seizure. I've had that tv for somewhere on the order of 10 years. When I was attempting to make a tape of the Olympics, the tv died. It just...turned itself off. Every time I tried to turn it back on, it turned itself back off again. I wanted to cry. Instead, I went to Best Buy and charged a ridiculous amount of money on my store account for a new tv and a DVD recorder. The girls were getting a new box from Dish Network anyway, so I got to pick all of my options. For an extra $23 every month, I get to have HD tv and DVR. Woo.
I really don't know where I'm getting all of this money. I've spent way, WAY too much over the past few months, and I'm not getting a FULL paycheck again until September 19. On the 5th, I get half of a paycheck--barely enough for rent. Oh, joy.
Oh, and on top of everything, I got to have about $600 worth of work done to my car on Saturday. I went on for routine maintenance and walked out having to do lots of extra things...well, actually, no, they weren't extra. It's just that they should have been done before those bitches at Burns Hyundai ever sold it to me. As in, my 30,000 mile service was never done, when those bastards tried to play like it was. Um, they should probably explain to me why my transmission fluid looked like puked up coffee grounds, my power steering fluid looked like baby shit, and all of my filters were gross then. And while we're at it, Midas can go fuck themselves too. They should have told me this. But they didn't. It's one thing to save me money by not selling me a bunch of shit I don't ask for, but it's completely different to let things like that go. It's kind of like how they put non-Hyundai parts on my car, so the oil filter was wrong. In fact, I had a little bit of an oil leak it seems--that's sort of what happens when you put the WRONG PARTS on someone's car. So, now I'll just have to go to the dealer every time I go in for a simple oil change. It's what I wanted to do in the first place, but everyone told me not to waste the extra money. From now on, I'll go with my first instinct...especially since the Hyundai dealer in Cary has Starbucks coffee (house blend), a complementary car wash, muffins, cookies, and a huge tv. Really, I get the right parts, all sorts of goodies, and people that know my vehicle all for only $13 more than what Midas charges. Hell, the brand name parts alone justify that...or the car wash. Or the coffee and muffins and HD tv. Either way, I wasn't exactly enjoying spending all of that damned money. Not now. I shouldn't have had to pay for a transmission flush for QUITE some time. Fucking Burns Hyundai. They should die.
And yet, my car is still the queen of all cars. Any other vehicle would have blown up or stopped running or something with the garbage that was in the transmission. Like, seriously. It's crazy how lovable she was BEFORE everything was in perfect order...and now? She's beyond perfect--and still cooler than any other car in the world.
...and now that I've been up for 20 hours, I'm going to shower. Then, I'll get to drag my ass out of bed to go work required tutoring hours tomorrow. It's beyond stupid to require that shit--so, for a TA'S first semester of controlling an entire class, we should add MORE extra duties on top of that??? Yeah, that's intelligent....