From this entry on, everything is untouchable by those not friended. Don't expect an add, either.
That's all I seem to be doing lately.
- In the Spirit of...:
depressed
Anything I need to know about?
- In the Spirit of...:
chipper
- In the Spirit of...:
cranky
I have my first sociology test tomorrow and I'm going to be doing as much cramming as possible tonight at work. It shouldn't be much of a problem since I know the subject matter fairly well. Of course, now that I've mentioned how fantabulously teacher's pet-like I am, I'm going to fail the test miserably and cry about it to my professor who said that she'll take blood if she has to and that it's our fault should we fail. (Of course, she's right with that assessment.) The only part of the test that I will be sketchy on is the area dealing with the research methods sociologists use since there are like... seven of them. No really, seven.
I pulled out of my economics class. The professor was very nice about it. He agreed that I didn't belong in that class and that I really don't know what the hell he was talking about all the time. I think the big fat 50 I scored on my first exam was a big indicator, but it could have also been the fact that I have a perpetual confused frown on my face whenever I was there.
Nichole is doing great not only as my roommate, substitute best friend for the southern best friend, in school but also in her personal life. She's been doing fantabulous at school (although she's paranoid about her upcoming math test) and she even made a ton of new friends. I tend to hang out with them and I think my favorites are Sarah--eccentric, coldly analytical and generally insane--as well as Shannon and Turzee. She lost her job at Subway for bullshit reasons that I won't get into because every time I think about it, I feel the need to call up the Labor Commission and explain to them just how illegal Krissy is with that place. Anyway, her personal life is finally going in a proper direction and for that I am both happy and jealous. (She's in the puppy love stage... oh, how I miss thee!)
Drew's a dick, but that's standard.
Work has been incredibly boring the last few nights mostly because there doesn't seem to be the usual influx of MA/out-of-state/Internet calls that we always get. There were no prank calls yesterday via Internet (we get those a lot) and most of my calls were either MA (no answer/hang ups) or NY (the same). Very nice and interesting although it made me very sleepy and cranky to a fault. (The upcoming period may have something to do with that.) I'll be unhappy this weekend when I'm no longer working with Erica and Jen, who were in the training class with me. It's fun to sit around and either goof off with one another, make fun of one another or to talk about penisitis, which is an actual disease.
My thoughts are all over the place. So much to say and so little time to say it.
EEK! Speaking of time, I have to shovel food down my throat so that I can shower before work.
Last things last, my altar is set up. I'm very excitedhappyOMGsquee!
- In the Spirit of...:
happy - The Hymnal is...:Amazed by Lonestar
Please leave links to the entries of major importance, like you know, life-changing events.
- In the Spirit of...: chipper
School School has been going all right. I've found some pretty coold [geeky] friends to hang out with in between classes and when I'm waiting for Nicky to get out of class. Most of my classes are going very well except with economics. I took my first test in that class Wednesday and let's just say... I didn't do very well. So, this Monday, I'm going to be starting the proceeding to withdraw from that class. It kind of sucks because that economics class would fill one of three math requirements I need for my Liberal Arts TRNSFR major, but... it looks like I'll have to find something else to replace it since I just don't know what the fuck is going on with economics.
My other classes are wonderful, mostly. My art history teacher has been just showing us slides and talking about them. I completely confuzzled him this passed week since we were going over ancient Egyptian artwork. Needless to say, I knew a hell of a lot more about that subject than he did. (cheesy smile) My sociology class is absolutely wonderful! I love the class, the teacher and the subject matter. I'm annoyed with the last two chapters I've read but there's nothing to be done for it. Algebra is going all right, too, but I'm normally like that when it comes to regular math-math: Just fine when we're going over it but lost months after I leave the class.
Work Well, where do I begin with the complaints on that one? Honestly, I don't know. We've had three weeks of training and as of Monday, instead of our fourth week of training, we're being shuttled to the floor to take live calls. It's not that I'm not ready for that but I think it's a little ridiculous that they're shoving us out of the nest before some of us are ready. We took live calls Friday and I screwed up only twice so other than that... Again, I can't go much into my job what with the FCC confidentiality contract I signed, but I can complain about how much I (A) hate the words "go ahead" and (B) am beginning to not like those people who are deaf/hard-of-hearing. I guess that's common there, though.
Life I don't think I have one of those. I seem to always be running from one end to another and it's just really hard. I'm hoping that once I get my actual work schedule instead of my training work schedule, things will change but I'm not sure in all honesty. I always feel tired and I've been sick the last two weeks almost non-stop. If push comes to shove, I'll bounce my work schedule back to weekends only and leave the rest of the week as is.
There are other things going on in my life, but honestly... it's not worth mentioning just yet.
- In the Spirit of...:
tired
-- Albert Einstein
There's a pretty good lead that I may have Internet running by some time, mid-week. Chris took our computer and did a ton of computer-geek-y things to it that makes Brendan giggle like a school girl. There's a bigger hard drive, which Brendan mentioned might become mine when he finally has the money and inclination to update to something special that has the word "dual" and "core" in the same arena. (I really don't know what the fuck he was talking about, though.)
School is going all right, insofar, however this is only the second week of school so I truly cannot comment. I have had some issues with one of my classes (economics) but that's mostly because I truly do not understand a word that is said in that class. As I explained it to someone recently: "My teacher talks in class, but what he says is Greek to me. So, I read the book but what the book says is like Greek to me. So, I take diligent, stupid-people-type notes on the book and in class, but even my notes are like Greek to me!" There is some serious question, from me, as to whether or not I will actually pass this class. I'm hoping but I'll only be able to get a definitive idea after we've taken our first test, which isn't until the end of the month or so. My other classes (art history, algebra and sociology) are going splendidly, though. I especially enjoy soc.
I started work this past Monday and that seems to be going all right, although I am terribly bored. For the next three weeks, I have more and more training. I really can't discuss work (due to the confidentiality contract I signed) except that it has been a boring week of training. I think that most of the people who are in my training course will pass except for one. She's a little girl who... well, I just don't think she'll go very far with the company.
I'd like to say more but the only thing I have left is that I am tired, exhausted beyond all measure and sick as a dog. I need to rest before I go to work, so...
In the mean time, everyone comment here and tell me what is going on in your life since I realized that I cannot possibly keep tabs on all journals.
P.S. ERIN I saw your post and I saw your comment about me and I'm not happy. I also received your letter two days ago. I'll try to reply but seeming as if I hate you that may not happen. /snark
- In the Vicinity of...:The In-Laws'
- In the Spirit of...:
sick - The Hymnal is...:Through the Glass by Stone Sour
- In the Spirit of...: pissed off
I think I may go to Staples and buy some paper so I can print off the first few chapters. No, wait. That falls into "negative behavior," doesn't it?
In the mean time, I have started reading another smut series that I read earlier this year. Every time I read it, I find myself hornier than a dog in heat. I've had quality sex for the last two nights in a row and I'm aiming for more. I've stopped reading the current book since sex will become a big part of the chapters in about three more chapters (and I will definitely get there before the Husband gets home, I'm sure) and I know that the Husband will be quite tired when he gets home--since he is working 90 hours this week--and probably won't have enough energy to do anything but lay there like a fish. I'm sorry, but my man needs to provide me with as much fun as I provide him. End of story.
I have considered picking the DEVICE short stories back up again, as previously mentioned, but alas, I find my train of thought moving back to the BIG FAT WORK that I recently finished. I want to go through it and edit and make it perfect, which is generally bad since I completely re-wrote it the last time I decided that I could edit it without a single hint of bias. (Not quite so strangely, my bias on my own works tends to be in the negative spectrum... plus, I seem to be a perfectionist when it comes to the art of writing...) Until a conceivable story line for Short Story 3 à là Device can formulate in my mind, I'm left staring at the computer screen quite blankly.
There is good news on the horizon, however.
Recently, the Husband went up to Concord, NH to take his NREMT paramedic test. He failed a portion of the practical, which I find amusing since the Ked as it's called (I am unsure as to whether or not I spelled that properly) is, in effect, what he does for a living. So the fact that he didn't tighten the straps enough to the examiner's liking is highly amusing. He has been ranting on and on about how he most definitely failed the written test and all of this. Come to find out, he passed the written completely. All he has to do is pay $50 for something or other and then another $20 for the re-take of the Ked and he will be a certified paramedic via national standards.
Ah-ha! After this, he will have to pay the state of Massachusetts, challenge the state exam and then he can become a paramedic in the state of Massachusetts. From there, he will be promoted, hopefully, to paramedic at AMR and will be making more. Of course, Massachusetts state and federal taxes will still rape us in the ass, I'm sure, but at least it will be at a higher wage than ten-something an hour. And he will no longer feel like the smallest man on the totem pole since everyone, including dispatch officers, manage to get paid more than newly starting EMT-Basics.
In other news, the place in Easthampton is a go. Mr. Dunphy wishes for us to move in as soon as possible so that he can get his hands on our money. Unfortunately, the Husband has this upcoming Sunday off, which is already spoken for, and the next day off is the 25th, the next Friday after tomorrow. So, Mr. Dunphy will have to wait for our first and last until next week. Hopefully, Nichole will be able to get her hands on her half of it and we will be in business to move our things on that Friday. Hopefully. Seriously, hopefully.
Drew has been making Nichole feel like absolute shit for wanting to move in with us. This has since stopped since Chris put him in his place with well-placed expletives and yelling. However, before, he was doing it merely, I think, because he was jealous of the fact that Nichole was moving in with his best friend and even though he has his "own" apartment, so to speak, he still would have appreciated the offer. As it is, the Husband mentioned Nichole and the possibility of her moving in with us--something Nichole mentioned to Drew repeatedly--before I could say a word. Since he was told this, Drew doesn't believe Nichole and insists that it was my idea. As it is, he kept saying that Nichole would screw up and fail us. Since she gets a regular paycheck from the state and another paycheck from her part-time job at Subway, I would think that the person who could screw up the rent situation in Easthampton would be me since I have no job. (Thus forcing the Belovedary to work some ninety hours a week every week and despise me for it.)
Honestly, I can't wait for Nicky to get out of there. He's a detriment to her emotional and mental well-being. I'm just glad that she has finally figured this out.
Curtis had his first nutty about going to the partial intake programme today. We'll see how he has been for the rest of today. I do know that his behavior was completely out of line, although I wasn't there to witness it since I was in my room sleeping. The only reason I woke up at all is because Curtis, in a fit of pique, decided to throw a water bottle at the window and shatter one of the panes of glass. Of course, the Mother-In-Law had to completely downgrade the severity of the incident because that is what she does best.
I can't wait to hear what happens when Curtis finds out he cannot call his boyfriend today. Petty of me, but that is my lot in life...
I have posted six new chapters for those of you who read my WORK IN PROGRESS. All six can be found in my memories--get to it when you have the time.
Oh... yes... and before I forget...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
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moonwitch!- In the Spirit of...: sleepy
- The Hymnal is...:Lips of an Angel by Hinder
I'M DONE WITH THE WORK IN PROGRESS!
- In the Spirit of...:
giddy
lady_savant.1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions. (I posted the entire paragraph as it makes little sense otherwise.)
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
"They did look like devils, not men. Like animals steeped in cancers. A lot like me, thought Branch. It was hard for him to reconcile their humanlike forms with the coral horns that had bloomed from their heads. Some looked ready to claw their way back to life. He didn't blame this troops for being superstitious."
The Descent by Jeff Long
- In the Spirit of...: sad
- In the Spirit of...: grossed out
Strangely frighteningly odd, my ex-boyfriend has his first child on Friday. It was a sub-reality to me until he posted a picture of him holding the tiny doll-like creature in his arms. He has named his son after Xander from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I would make fun of him (as if I already haven't) and call him horribly unoriginal but I should think that ten other Xanders his son will be going to school with when he is old enough will do that for him. As strange as it is, I still say, "Happy world, papa." Too bad raising children isn't as easy as it looks on television, or so I have heard.
Explosive behaviors from Curtis abounded today. I won't discuss it but will mention that it sounded like he broke up with his boyfriend. I would say, "Woo-hoo," but alas, it would seem that this was a heat of the moment comment that he instantly took back. At least that is how the Husband explained it to me later.
Jennifer is officially married now. I received three really crappy pictures of her. I have the back of her dress memorized since those were the only pictures my mother felt like sending or perhaps they were the only ones that actually came out. (That's what she gets for letting her son use her brand-new Nikon.) I haven't heard from Jenn and probably won't until next week some time. I know that she and the new husband were scheduled to go to Galveston for their honeymoon. She made mention of a horse-drawn carriage ride of which I am terribly jealous but only slightly. I would hate to be so easily noticed when hiding in the crowds is so much safer. I still have to find her the most useless wedding present ever invented.
Last thing of note: Nicky saw the MIL in action last night and pities me more so than she already did. I, for one, am not usually so fond of pity but when it comes from the only friend I have and is lovingly given, I'll fucking take it. To get back at the MIL for bitching about her having her period and my fucking up her hormones I (A) had Nicky do all of her laundry at our house thus tying up water and depleting detergent, (B) watched Charmed episodes for the second time this week with Nicky with the volume up as loud as possible and (C) turned off the air conditioning. I don't think the MIL noticed, however, because she was snoring within minutes of turning out her lights. I think she took one too many trazapam.
- In the Vicinity of...:solitude
- In the Spirit of...:
blank - The Hymnal is...:I Burn by the Toadies
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