So, it's kinda interesting and strange to think that a year ago today, I lost my "V-Card." *laughs*
Sorry, random.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
My Hopeful, Potential Schedule
*crosses fingers* hopefully this is what will wind up happening
MWF
9 AM: Intro to Sociology -> McLemore (3 hours)
T/TR
8 AM: Oral Comm -> Jones (3 hours)
11 AM: Introduction to Philosophy -> Unassigned (3 hours)
1:30 PM: Stage & Studio Make-up -> Henshaw (3 hours)
3 PM: Theatre Dance I -> Maddox (2 hours)
Wednesday
2 PM: Theatre Practicum - Henshaw (1 hour)
Online:
Introduction to Astronomy - Steed (4 hours)
Yes, I know it's 19 hours, but here's hoping. And as much as I'd like to drop Theatre Dance and take Stagecraft, I don't know if they'd let me get away with taking 20 hours.
MWF
9 AM: Intro to Sociology -> McLemore (3 hours)
T/TR
8 AM: Oral Comm -> Jones (3 hours)
11 AM: Introduction to Philosophy -> Unassigned (3 hours)
1:30 PM: Stage & Studio Make-up -> Henshaw (3 hours)
3 PM: Theatre Dance I -> Maddox (2 hours)
Wednesday
2 PM: Theatre Practicum - Henshaw (1 hour)
Online:
Introduction to Astronomy - Steed (4 hours)
Yes, I know it's 19 hours, but here's hoping. And as much as I'd like to drop Theatre Dance and take Stagecraft, I don't know if they'd let me get away with taking 20 hours.
Banks Are The Root Of All Evil
Seriously, I mean it.
They held a payment I had made, until I had made another payment so that the dumb fucks could overdraft my account twice! I will give them that I did overdraft by five dollars. And I have no problem in paying the five dollars and the overdraft fee for that. However, they held a credit purchase until I had made the one purchase, so that they could overdraft me again.
Here's the fucking kicker. After I supposedly overdrafted and they added the fee, I still had money in my account. How's that for funny. But you know, the last time I looked it up, you had to spend money you didn't fucking have to overdraft.
I called three different people to try to get it straightened out.
1. It's the way their system works. Meaning, we meant to screw over an 18-year old girl who makes less than 300 a month.
2. Didn't understand how I overdrafted twice either.
3. It was my fault and that she'd be nice enough to remove the nineteen dollar overdraft fee (the fee for a first overdraft) but not the thirty-five dollar one. So I still got screwed.
1238 / 5000 words. 25% done!
They held a payment I had made, until I had made another payment so that the dumb fucks could overdraft my account twice! I will give them that I did overdraft by five dollars. And I have no problem in paying the five dollars and the overdraft fee for that. However, they held a credit purchase until I had made the one purchase, so that they could overdraft me again.
Here's the fucking kicker. After I supposedly overdrafted and they added the fee, I still had money in my account. How's that for funny. But you know, the last time I looked it up, you had to spend money you didn't fucking have to overdraft.
I called three different people to try to get it straightened out.
1. It's the way their system works. Meaning, we meant to screw over an 18-year old girl who makes less than 300 a month.
2. Didn't understand how I overdrafted twice either.
3. It was my fault and that she'd be nice enough to remove the nineteen dollar overdraft fee (the fee for a first overdraft) but not the thirty-five dollar one. So I still got screwed.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
I Have the Strangest Dreams
I was a detective with the SVU unit from TV. There was some sort of hold-up at a laundromat. We went in and three Disney princesses are there, crouching behind fallen washing machines. They are Belle, Snow White, and Ariel. We have been searching for a psychopath betta fish. He was the one holding up the laundromat. We find him standing on a dryer. He's a funny little fish with a mustache and a mole on the left above his lip. We're talking to him and we realize he isn't the one we're looking for. He's the evil fish's double. Suddenly, I see the real evil betta standing on top of a washing machine. I yell "Down! Get Down!" Just as the fish begins shooting at us. A bullet hit some black cop and another hit Ariel. As I am ducking, I become acutely aware of my daughter in my arms. I cling tightly to her, putting her on the other side of me. even though we are hiding behind a row of washers. As the bullet hit Ariel and she fell, I remember covering Emily's (my daughter's) eyes, trying to keep her from seeing what's going on.
1044 / 5000 words. 21% done!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Reckless Speed
So, I went to see this play with some friends of mine. The play was so-so, but that's not what I'm writing about.
I'm writing about what a certain self-absorbed "friend" of mine did. We had a set plan. We knew exactly when to be back, because they all had rehearsal at seven. The plan was to drop off a different friends laundry, go to the play (which we were almost late to, due to aforementioned self-absorbed "friend"), go back to the house and start another load of laundry, go to dinner, go see a friend's mom, pick up laundry, return to school.
As is obvious, it did not go as planned. The funny thing about running late is that we were actually able to cut our a lot of the laundry time, because the friend's dad was willing to do it for her. We went to visit the friend's mother, as planned, and left at the agreed upon time. As we were leaving the "friend" decided we needed to stop by her house too, after having eaten with her family. The reason she wanted to stop by her house was that her youngest brother has a few disabilities and wasn't able to leave the house. She wanted to introduce us. We told her, we didn't have time, but she refused to listen. Since she was driving, we were forced to go to her house and sit in the car for twenty minutes.
By now, we are running thirty minutes late. She is annoyed with US! She is also the friend who thinks she is so talented that Dr. Beach will move her up from Blind Girl number whatever to Helen Keller or Anne. She is upset that it will make a bad impression to be late to the FIRST rehearsal.
Her solution is to drive like a maniac. She saw fit to drive 115 miles per hour with three of her closest friends in the car. 115 miles per hour!!! I asked her to slow and she refused, saying that they had to make it on time. Another girl asked her to slow, again she refused. She is dodging traffic and switching lanes while driving at alarming speeds. She sees nothing wrong or dangerous in this. Even after we almost hit somebody, she thought it was their fault. I spent the majority of the trip back to the campus clinging to the "Oh, Shit! bar".
I am finished with her. The end. If somebody doesn't feel the need to worry about other people's safety, because of her delusions, she's not worth my time.
846 / 5000 words. 17% done!
I'm writing about what a certain self-absorbed "friend" of mine did. We had a set plan. We knew exactly when to be back, because they all had rehearsal at seven. The plan was to drop off a different friends laundry, go to the play (which we were almost late to, due to aforementioned self-absorbed "friend"), go back to the house and start another load of laundry, go to dinner, go see a friend's mom, pick up laundry, return to school.
As is obvious, it did not go as planned. The funny thing about running late is that we were actually able to cut our a lot of the laundry time, because the friend's dad was willing to do it for her. We went to visit the friend's mother, as planned, and left at the agreed upon time. As we were leaving the "friend" decided we needed to stop by her house too, after having eaten with her family. The reason she wanted to stop by her house was that her youngest brother has a few disabilities and wasn't able to leave the house. She wanted to introduce us. We told her, we didn't have time, but she refused to listen. Since she was driving, we were forced to go to her house and sit in the car for twenty minutes.
By now, we are running thirty minutes late. She is annoyed with US! She is also the friend who thinks she is so talented that Dr. Beach will move her up from Blind Girl number whatever to Helen Keller or Anne. She is upset that it will make a bad impression to be late to the FIRST rehearsal.
Her solution is to drive like a maniac. She saw fit to drive 115 miles per hour with three of her closest friends in the car. 115 miles per hour!!! I asked her to slow and she refused, saying that they had to make it on time. Another girl asked her to slow, again she refused. She is dodging traffic and switching lanes while driving at alarming speeds. She sees nothing wrong or dangerous in this. Even after we almost hit somebody, she thought it was their fault. I spent the majority of the trip back to the campus clinging to the "Oh, Shit! bar".
I am finished with her. The end. If somebody doesn't feel the need to worry about other people's safety, because of her delusions, she's not worth my time.
Friday, October 10, 2008
It's a blessing!
Actually, it's more of a curse.
For some reason, I am almost always able to tell when somebody is up to no good. When they are out to use or hurt somebody, I know. I haven't been wrong yet. I wish just once somebody would prove me wrong, so I don't feel like some horrible person. I feel bad when I try to warn my boyfriend that somebody is not as great as they come off. I feel even worse when he continues to defend them, only to prove him wrong when they do what I knew they would.
Maybe the reason I can tell when people are up to no good has to do with all of the poor, pitiful souls who used to take advantage of us. My mother has always had a bleeding heart. When I was younger, we ALWAYS had somebody who needed a place to stay at our house... more specifically in my room. It seems I spent the majority of my childhood sleeping on the couch or in my brothers' bedroom. There was always a woman from our church who was "leaving".
Often, they were actually the ones who had the problems. One women had this sob story where her husband was a drug addict and beat her. Turned out, she was the druggie. She was mad at him and wanted to make him pay. So she stayed at our house for awhile.
As long as I can remember, people have been taking advantage of my family or of me. Maybe I've developed the ability to see people's true motives as a defense, a form of self-preservation.
412 / 5000 words. 8% done!
For some reason, I am almost always able to tell when somebody is up to no good. When they are out to use or hurt somebody, I know. I haven't been wrong yet. I wish just once somebody would prove me wrong, so I don't feel like some horrible person. I feel bad when I try to warn my boyfriend that somebody is not as great as they come off. I feel even worse when he continues to defend them, only to prove him wrong when they do what I knew they would.
Maybe the reason I can tell when people are up to no good has to do with all of the poor, pitiful souls who used to take advantage of us. My mother has always had a bleeding heart. When I was younger, we ALWAYS had somebody who needed a place to stay at our house... more specifically in my room. It seems I spent the majority of my childhood sleeping on the couch or in my brothers' bedroom. There was always a woman from our church who was "leaving".
Often, they were actually the ones who had the problems. One women had this sob story where her husband was a drug addict and beat her. Turned out, she was the druggie. She was mad at him and wanted to make him pay. So she stayed at our house for awhile.
As long as I can remember, people have been taking advantage of my family or of me. Maybe I've developed the ability to see people's true motives as a defense, a form of self-preservation.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
No More Communication Classes!
WOOT!
I dropped my debate class this morning!
And I can still keep my scholarship!
WOOT!
No more of the professor's rambling!
I dropped my debate class this morning!
And I can still keep my scholarship!
WOOT!
No more of the professor's rambling!
Monday, October 6, 2008
One of Those...
Have you ever noticed something about somebody that really got you down? Just a little habit that they may not even realize they have? Well, I have and I'm about to go crazy over a friend's little habit.
See, she has this tendency to brag. It makes her sound really arrogant, and she may be. I just wish she would stop! If I have to hear one more time what a great actor she is, I will smash her face. She was honestly shocked that she didn't get cast as Helen Keller in The Miracle Worker. She is Blind Girl Number something or other. She has said three different things on this matter.
1. She was surprised she didn't get a lead.
2. She says that the reason she got a small role didn't have to do with talent. She asked for a smaller role. (Does this make sense with number 1?)
3. She is sure that once Dr. Beach has seen her act she will move her to the lead. (Doesn't this contradict 2?)
She didn't get the role, because she didn't fit the part. Her audition was not as great as the actors who did get cast for lead roles. She also doesn't have half the experience that the other actors did!
That's my little rant.
See, she has this tendency to brag. It makes her sound really arrogant, and she may be. I just wish she would stop! If I have to hear one more time what a great actor she is, I will smash her face. She was honestly shocked that she didn't get cast as Helen Keller in The Miracle Worker. She is Blind Girl Number something or other. She has said three different things on this matter.
1. She was surprised she didn't get a lead.
2. She says that the reason she got a small role didn't have to do with talent. She asked for a smaller role. (Does this make sense with number 1?)
3. She is sure that once Dr. Beach has seen her act she will move her to the lead. (Doesn't this contradict 2?)
She didn't get the role, because she didn't fit the part. Her audition was not as great as the actors who did get cast for lead roles. She also doesn't have half the experience that the other actors did!
That's my little rant.
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