I am officially a full time college student. The last week and a half has been quite eye opening for me. I'm old.
8:00a is too bloody early to have to be in a class that's down by the stadium when I live in North, North Tampa. My train of thought was to knock everything out in the morning so I could be home by lunch so I will have ample time to study (one of my teachers said that with a full class load you should be studying about 36 hours a week). I don't know if I have the motivation for that. It's been colder than Dolores Umbridge's tit (HP reference) in the mornings and having to leave to go to school before, at or shortly after 7am sucks. I'm not used to this early morning get up and go somewhere shit anymore. Granted, I generally get up in the morning at the crack of dawn with My Man, but I would usually go back to sleep shortly thereafter. By the time I get home from school at 11a I'm ready for a nap.
The whole purchasing of college textbooks is a racket. Why do I need to buy a new Humanities: From Prehistoric to the Renaissance book? Has history changed? I have the same issue with my American History class - the book I need is Volume I: to 1877. Umm, I know people would like to rewrite history but that is not an option. Shenanigans I say!
On the agenda this semester: Humanities (on campus), American History (online), Psychology (on campus) and English Composition II (online). I didn't think I'd say this but I think I actually prefer the lecture classes over the online ones.
I have never felt so old in my life as I did on the first day of class. These kids on campus looked exactly like that - kids - no older that 14 or so. It made me feel dino-rrific.
My first class at the ass crack of dawn is Psychology. The ignorance of the kids in that class. On the first day teach asked what peeps thought about when they heard the work psychology. The dumb ass Spanish kid in front of me said, "Padded room. Crazy." Oh hell. The teacher is taking a team approach this semester and divided us into groups. I'm on Team Five and we're seated in the back of the class. I feel like I'm back in high school. Team Five also has two possibly social misfits (excluding myself) and the fun has already started. On a side note, I got a bit pissed today when one of the team asked me if he could borrow my notes because he just can't keep up and I write fast. Then some of my other teammates said the same thing, they couldn't keep up. I'm gonna do it just this once, but I absolutely will not be responsible for playing secretary to this team. Everyone knows I'm a loner, Dottie, a rebel, so the whole thought of having to be in a group is already wearing on me.
I'm petrified of my Humanities class. I have to write two papers this semester where I have to read some old literature (from Prehistoric times to the Renaissance) and make connections between that story/poem/multiple verses of the bible and a news article written in the last 5 years. Not excited about this one bit. I have a hard time deciphering ye old writings and to somehow show how the underlying concepts of the story of Adam and Eve can be referenced in current affairs is a task I don't know if I can complete. The biggest problem is I HAVE to get an 'A' in this class as it's one of the classes I dropped/failed out of back in the day and the class can only be taken twice. No pressure. We had a pop quiz in class today because no one read the Epic of Gilgamesh. I really did read it last week and it closely parallels the story of Noah and the Arc but I don't remember names and crap like that. And again, to take that and bring it into present day I believe is nearly impossible. However, I know I did better than my 18 year old buddy I sit next to. The first question was, "What was the name of Gilgamesh's friend?" His answer - Joe.
American History should be easy enough. My assignment last week was to create an original post and reply to someone else's post regarding the question, "What advice would you give the Native Americans in regards to the impending onslaught of their people by the Europeans?" Run?! Fortunately, earlier in the week my Humanities teacher happened to say the Native Americans lived in a Neolithic society before the introduction of the Europeans. Sounded good to me and I scored 25/25 points, putting me at the 'A' level thus far. I have a quiz due by Sunday so we'll see where I am then.
English Comp. starts this week. I'm hoping this one won't be too bad. I have the faith in myself that I can ace this class but I do have to write some type of long, fully documented research paper of sorts. I guess I'll find out in a few days.
Thus the start of my new student life has been fairly uninteresting. There's a lot of information for my brain to absorb and unfortunately my short term memory is fried. Hopefully I'll get into the swing of things relatively quickly. I think I can, I know I can, Matta' of fact I'm sure I can.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
New Year's Eve
Long time to no blog. Seems like I’ve been typing that a lot. I still have no idea where my days go.
On this eve, I am anxiously awaiting and hoping 2009 will be better than 2008. It’s been a rough year for me, you, the American people, the economy. Here I sit, alone, on New Year’s Eve. My Man is off at what he tells me is a lame ass barbeque and will be home way before midnight. I was invited, but of course I cordially declined. I’ve spent every New Year’s Eve alone for the past 5 years, I surely didn’t expect (nor want) this one to be any different, prior to that it was a few New Year’s Eve of craziness with Garcia. I’m getting older now. I don’t know if I can even stay up until midnight. What to do, what to do? What else but blog about the horrors of 2008 while getting my buzz on at home, drinkin’ me some Strawberry Hill Boone’s Farm. Yep, yep. You read that right. This one’s for my homies. Oops – didn’t need to spill that pink stuff on the floor (Dude, it’s BOONE’S FARM! You can’t put it in a glass or in a cup – you gotta tilt your head back and lift the whole bottle up. Wicky, wicky (Looks like 2009 may be better – I just came up with that fly rhyme.).).
A Shitty 2008
Where to start? How about inflation?
I went to McDonalds this weekend for a Bacon, Egg and Cheese Biscuit (Mooch and I’s favorite back in the day – I’m now a McGriddle whore) and the price for just the sandwich was over $2! WTF?! Don’t they know most Americans are struggling due to the shitty economy and every now and again you may want to treat yourself to a little something nice for breakfast and now it like $5+ for a friggin’ McDonald’s breakfast meal? Every 2 for $2 deal is a McMuffin of some kind – I guess an English muffin is cheaper than a biscuit. Come the fuck on.
Gas hit $4+ a gallon this year. That sucked. Especially since I’ve been home for months and have rarely driven and when I did have to fill up, gas was always outrageous. I’m telling you, the man is trying to keep us down.
I became poor.
I lost my job this year and for the first time in my life, I haven’t been able to spend at will and my following a budget sucks. I’ve always been very fortunate to make good money and for the first time, I ain’t got shit.
Anyone looking for a roommate? I may have a room to rent.
Being that I’m milking the system, I applied for food stamps last week. Hehe. Who’d have thunk I’d have sunken to that level?
I’ve gone back in time.
After being laid off my life has come full circle. I’ve gone back to school and am going back to work this spring for the first peeps to give me an office job at 17, black nail polish and all. A plus – I’m only working one job. When I did this before at 17, I was working two. Unfortunately, if my situation gets anymore fucked up I might have to get another one. Another plus, I got A’s in both my classes for the fall semester (I can’t remember if I blogged that or not). That’s something I didn’t do in ’96 – I think I got an A & a C, completing my 1st part-time semester in college with a 2.0 GPA. My GPA is now a whopping 1.875; basically what is was 12 years ago. McFly – get me the hell outta here. No one liked me at 23, what would make 17 so different?
Classes start January 8th and I’m already making myself sick by stressing out.
I got married.
Everything is still fine and dandy with My Man that I moved in 9 days after our first date and less than a month after my last really, really nasty breakdown. I got a beautiful wedding set a few weeks ago – I’ll post pics at some point. Now all we need is the diamond for the engagement ring but having to put the abrupt financial changes, that’ll be another year or so. I have come to the conclusion that My Man and I are spiritually married, since I take his paycheck, so he got a ring too. It really is a lovely man’s ring with recessed diamonds so it doesn’t get fucked up when he’s working.
Fucked up girl.
2008 had me spiraling out of control in a string of reckless behavior, including a revisit to my cutting days and new addictions – I’m still working with the Xanax issue; God I love Nyquil. My mental frame of mind has been all over the globe this year. I’ve been much more manic in 2008 than any other year, a mania that can be exhausting and almost always gives me a hangover of a day or two of depression. I have learned that I absolutely cannot be off of my normal medication. It is imperative (I feel guilty just typing that – we all know I usually pop off my meds at least once a year.).
The first person of color has been elected into the presidential position of the United States of America.
I’ve had close to 90 blog postings, compared to a measly 33 in 2007.
Warner Brothers delayed the releasing the Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince movie, anticipated to come out Summer 2008, it was pushed to Summer 2009.
All My Family is still crazy.
Just another year. They really do start flying by. This, by far, I think has been one of the worst for me. I feel like I’m at the bottom so there’s only one way for me to go.
BTW – Sorry if this isn’t fully proofed. I’m close to half way done with this bottle of Boones – it’d be gone if I were a thirsty person – and I’m starting to feel like I’ve drankin’ about a half bottle of the homeless and ghetto preferred, flavored citrus wine.
On this eve, I am anxiously awaiting and hoping 2009 will be better than 2008. It’s been a rough year for me, you, the American people, the economy. Here I sit, alone, on New Year’s Eve. My Man is off at what he tells me is a lame ass barbeque and will be home way before midnight. I was invited, but of course I cordially declined. I’ve spent every New Year’s Eve alone for the past 5 years, I surely didn’t expect (nor want) this one to be any different, prior to that it was a few New Year’s Eve of craziness with Garcia. I’m getting older now. I don’t know if I can even stay up until midnight. What to do, what to do? What else but blog about the horrors of 2008 while getting my buzz on at home, drinkin’ me some Strawberry Hill Boone’s Farm. Yep, yep. You read that right. This one’s for my homies. Oops – didn’t need to spill that pink stuff on the floor (Dude, it’s BOONE’S FARM! You can’t put it in a glass or in a cup – you gotta tilt your head back and lift the whole bottle up. Wicky, wicky (Looks like 2009 may be better – I just came up with that fly rhyme.).).
A Shitty 2008
Where to start? How about inflation?
I went to McDonalds this weekend for a Bacon, Egg and Cheese Biscuit (Mooch and I’s favorite back in the day – I’m now a McGriddle whore) and the price for just the sandwich was over $2! WTF?! Don’t they know most Americans are struggling due to the shitty economy and every now and again you may want to treat yourself to a little something nice for breakfast and now it like $5+ for a friggin’ McDonald’s breakfast meal? Every 2 for $2 deal is a McMuffin of some kind – I guess an English muffin is cheaper than a biscuit. Come the fuck on.
Gas hit $4+ a gallon this year. That sucked. Especially since I’ve been home for months and have rarely driven and when I did have to fill up, gas was always outrageous. I’m telling you, the man is trying to keep us down.
I became poor.
I lost my job this year and for the first time in my life, I haven’t been able to spend at will and my following a budget sucks. I’ve always been very fortunate to make good money and for the first time, I ain’t got shit.
Anyone looking for a roommate? I may have a room to rent.
Being that I’m milking the system, I applied for food stamps last week. Hehe. Who’d have thunk I’d have sunken to that level?
I’ve gone back in time.
After being laid off my life has come full circle. I’ve gone back to school and am going back to work this spring for the first peeps to give me an office job at 17, black nail polish and all. A plus – I’m only working one job. When I did this before at 17, I was working two. Unfortunately, if my situation gets anymore fucked up I might have to get another one. Another plus, I got A’s in both my classes for the fall semester (I can’t remember if I blogged that or not). That’s something I didn’t do in ’96 – I think I got an A & a C, completing my 1st part-time semester in college with a 2.0 GPA. My GPA is now a whopping 1.875; basically what is was 12 years ago. McFly – get me the hell outta here. No one liked me at 23, what would make 17 so different?
Classes start January 8th and I’m already making myself sick by stressing out.
I got married.
Everything is still fine and dandy with My Man that I moved in 9 days after our first date and less than a month after my last really, really nasty breakdown. I got a beautiful wedding set a few weeks ago – I’ll post pics at some point. Now all we need is the diamond for the engagement ring but having to put the abrupt financial changes, that’ll be another year or so. I have come to the conclusion that My Man and I are spiritually married, since I take his paycheck, so he got a ring too. It really is a lovely man’s ring with recessed diamonds so it doesn’t get fucked up when he’s working.
Fucked up girl.
2008 had me spiraling out of control in a string of reckless behavior, including a revisit to my cutting days and new addictions – I’m still working with the Xanax issue; God I love Nyquil. My mental frame of mind has been all over the globe this year. I’ve been much more manic in 2008 than any other year, a mania that can be exhausting and almost always gives me a hangover of a day or two of depression. I have learned that I absolutely cannot be off of my normal medication. It is imperative (I feel guilty just typing that – we all know I usually pop off my meds at least once a year.).
The first person of color has been elected into the presidential position of the United States of America.
I’ve had close to 90 blog postings, compared to a measly 33 in 2007.
Warner Brothers delayed the releasing the Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince movie, anticipated to come out Summer 2008, it was pushed to Summer 2009.
All My Family is still crazy.
Just another year. They really do start flying by. This, by far, I think has been one of the worst for me. I feel like I’m at the bottom so there’s only one way for me to go.
BTW – Sorry if this isn’t fully proofed. I’m close to half way done with this bottle of Boones – it’d be gone if I were a thirsty person – and I’m starting to feel like I’ve drankin’ about a half bottle of the homeless and ghetto preferred, flavored citrus wine.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
I'm Just Title Blank
God do I love blogging in bed. This is great. He's off doing his thing and I get to stay home and do what I want to do - nada. I've been sleeping tons - too much really - but I love to sleep. Jeff had to wake me up the other night because I was having a nightmare - shaking, mumbling - Exorcist-like shit I'm sure.
School is starting to freak me out. I've been getting my assignments done early - I submitted one last night that isn't due until NEXT Saturday. I have 2 assignments for one class and 3 for the other before finals. It's gone so fast. January is gonna be hell.
I'm applying for another essay scholarship due at the end of this month. I think I can knock this in one day on one (if not more) of the following topics: 1) Your reason for deciding to join college; 2) Your chosen college major; and 3) Any reason why you deserve to receive this scholarship. Cake? Again I'm able to take bits and pieces of papers I've written this year and submit them. I had to do a paper earlier this semester where I had to write about the biggest, recent change in your life. I little tweaking, remove some of the snark, throw in some sob and I think I'm good to go. I gonna might try to get this one out today in the hopes of being proactive. I think my only problem with this will be getting it down to two pages, double spaced. I can be a bit verbose at times. This one is for a grand, which just happens to be almost the exact amount needed for my tuition for the Spring. Fingers crossed.
Erring on the side of proactive-ness, I called my mortgage companies yesterday and gave a sob story about what's going and if there's anything they can do for me. I've gotta pop up to my bank on Monday (damn, that's tomorrow) and drop off some papers. Fortunately I should know something in 7 - 10 days. My 1st mortgage on the other hand, is making me call back on December 1st as long as I don't make my payment on the 1st (thank gosh for the grace period) because they won't help you unless you have a payment due. Their turn around time is like 45 days or something. Both companies were quite nice and thankful I called before going into default. They are having a helluva a time with all the foreclosures. Granted, I've got the dough to pay but hell, if I can save $100 a month, bring it. I should start researching food stamps next. Hey - I've paid into the system for over 10 years and now it's time for me to take a piece of what's mine.
School is starting to freak me out. I've been getting my assignments done early - I submitted one last night that isn't due until NEXT Saturday. I have 2 assignments for one class and 3 for the other before finals. It's gone so fast. January is gonna be hell.
I'm applying for another essay scholarship due at the end of this month. I think I can knock this in one day on one (if not more) of the following topics: 1) Your reason for deciding to join college; 2) Your chosen college major; and 3) Any reason why you deserve to receive this scholarship. Cake? Again I'm able to take bits and pieces of papers I've written this year and submit them. I had to do a paper earlier this semester where I had to write about the biggest, recent change in your life. I little tweaking, remove some of the snark, throw in some sob and I think I'm good to go. I gonna might try to get this one out today in the hopes of being proactive. I think my only problem with this will be getting it down to two pages, double spaced. I can be a bit verbose at times. This one is for a grand, which just happens to be almost the exact amount needed for my tuition for the Spring. Fingers crossed.
Erring on the side of proactive-ness, I called my mortgage companies yesterday and gave a sob story about what's going and if there's anything they can do for me. I've gotta pop up to my bank on Monday (damn, that's tomorrow) and drop off some papers. Fortunately I should know something in 7 - 10 days. My 1st mortgage on the other hand, is making me call back on December 1st as long as I don't make my payment on the 1st (thank gosh for the grace period) because they won't help you unless you have a payment due. Their turn around time is like 45 days or something. Both companies were quite nice and thankful I called before going into default. They are having a helluva a time with all the foreclosures. Granted, I've got the dough to pay but hell, if I can save $100 a month, bring it. I should start researching food stamps next. Hey - I've paid into the system for over 10 years and now it's time for me to take a piece of what's mine.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Grandma-ma Is Gone
Oh my, oh my, what a day Friday was. Mom came into town-ish (Brandon) and I guess the service was supposed to be at 3p. I told Mom I'd be there around 2p or so and she sounded annoyed. She has to get the hell outta there so hauled ass to Brandon - in about 25 minutes, and got to meet some people I had no idea who they were. Apparently I look like Aunt Francis. Sure thing.
Moms and I headed back to my crib on the other side of town, getting home around 12:30p, and the service had been shimmied up to 2:30p. We had just enough time to shoot the basics and had to dip out to Riverview. I had no friggin' idea where I was going. While in route, my Aunt Gina (the ex-crackhead who got off an accessory of murder charge last year) calls, from North Carolina, and says her son is lost on the interstate and needs to know where to go. We have no idea where we're going. A few seconds later GiGi called back again and I was like, "Just give him 0ur number and we'll figure it out for there." I mean for real, laying telephone over the telephone 800 miles away. Apparently Michael was already at the grave site and was the first to arrive. In the end, the great grandmother and gay great uncle were laid to rest, in their own plot next to their mom's. I took picture of the whole thing. I was kooky.
Mom left yesterday and again I shed a tear. She cleaned my bathroom for 4 hours on Sunday and we totally revamped by backyard into a backyard. So I've been milking her departure since yesterday. Shhh.
Moms and I headed back to my crib on the other side of town, getting home around 12:30p, and the service had been shimmied up to 2:30p. We had just enough time to shoot the basics and had to dip out to Riverview. I had no friggin' idea where I was going. While in route, my Aunt Gina (the ex-crackhead who got off an accessory of murder charge last year) calls, from North Carolina, and says her son is lost on the interstate and needs to know where to go. We have no idea where we're going. A few seconds later GiGi called back again and I was like, "Just give him 0ur number and we'll figure it out for there." I mean for real, laying telephone over the telephone 800 miles away. Apparently Michael was already at the grave site and was the first to arrive. In the end, the great grandmother and gay great uncle were laid to rest, in their own plot next to their mom's. I took picture of the whole thing. I was kooky.
Mom left yesterday and again I shed a tear. She cleaned my bathroom for 4 hours on Sunday and we totally revamped by backyard into a backyard. So I've been milking her departure since yesterday. Shhh.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Three Generations of Women and a Funeral
Sorry folks - long time to blog. Here I sit quite comfortably blogging in bed. Mama's got her a beautiful, shiny, new, pink Dell laptop but I am for real concentrating on school so this is something I'll definitely need. I get tired of sitting in my home office, researching this and that, preparing papers, etc.. Now I can do it anywhere. Yippee!! The only downside it's operating on Windows Vista which I don't quite care for, nor do I care for this dumb flat mouse pad thing. I'm having a pretty hard time with it. I did pick up a matching pink wireless house but I can't use it when I'm lying down. I'm also having a hard time networking my two computers so I can access this or that from my main gaming computer, but I did figure out how to hook up the wireless connection so I've got Internet access, which is all I really need right now, in combination with my flash drive.
I am for real concentrating on school, as previously typed. I'll be a full time student come January, enjoying classes such as Psychology (previously taken but dropped); English Composition (previously taken but dropped); Humanities: Prehistory to Modern Times (again, previously taken but dropped); and finally Early American History (a new class, but a blah class). If I can knock these out as I'm hoping I can, my GPA will go up and over a 3.0 and y'all know how I like to be da best.
Still 'A'cing my classes for the semester. I took my midterms a few weeks ago and got 186/200 on the management exam and 198/200 on the financial exam. Holla'! Who's a bad mutha-fucker now?! (As I walk up to the center - they sent me to a level... Sorry. Feeling a little Snoop D-O-Double G this morning.) I had two 50 point papers due this week, one management case analysis and I had to research corporate bonds(?!) this week.
Usually I wait til the last minute to do my work (the title company background in me) but I was unable to do so as my kooky mom is coming into town today. Yes, you read that right. But good golly you'll never guess what I'm doing today.
Mom was already planning a trip down here, which I was quite happy about since I've been bored for so long, but the trip has been shortened. Winona (Grandma Wilma's mom) passed a few weeks ago and they're headed down with her ashes, along with my great, gay uncle's ashes (something about gay uncles in my family) which they are going to bury with their mother (my great-great grandmother - I have no clue what her name is) at some cemetery in Riverview. Yes BURY. Is that even legal?! When Mom told me about it I totally freaked because I thought they were going to exhume the old broad's coffin and shove some urns in there, but apparently the urns are in a waterproof box and they're only going a few feet down. Lovely. And gross. I'm fortunate to be able to attend this whatever the hell it is so I can pick up Mom and get her "the hell outta there and away from those people" as quickly as possible. I have no clue where this cemetery is - all I know is Riverview. I asked G'ma Wilma where it is. Her reply, "Do you know how to get to Brandon? Get to Brandon on Hwy. 60 and head south when you hit 301. Go down there into the old(?) part of Riverview and there'll be a convenience store and the cemetery is by that. Umm, lady, there's a TON of fucking gas stations on 301 - Riverview isn't as rural as it was 25 years ago. Some bright person set this whole shindig up for 3p so I get to drive home in rush hour traffic on a Friday from BFE. Mom's coming home with me and will be staying a few nights. Wilma's going back up to Titusville to stay with her brother Uncle Buddy (wonder what side of the field he's playing on) and they should be dipping out on Sunday or Monday. On a lighter side, I'm doing my hair and makeup today, which I haven't done since JC's wedding in September (poor Jeff).
Everything is still good on the homefront. Amazing, I swear. We don't argue or anything. He is a little nervous about Mom coming into town. Who wouldn't be? I already told her she needs to be on her best behavior and not fuck with my man or we'll have problems.
I promise to be back soon. I'll get to meet all this 'family' today. Thank god I'll be wearing my black sunglasses so I can people watch what I assume to be my redneck side of the family.
Sorry for any typos. I don't feel like re-reading all this right now. It's about 10a and the fam should be hitting Tampa in 2 hours or so. I need too start whoring myself up now.
I am for real concentrating on school, as previously typed. I'll be a full time student come January, enjoying classes such as Psychology (previously taken but dropped); English Composition (previously taken but dropped); Humanities: Prehistory to Modern Times (again, previously taken but dropped); and finally Early American History (a new class, but a blah class). If I can knock these out as I'm hoping I can, my GPA will go up and over a 3.0 and y'all know how I like to be da best.
Still 'A'cing my classes for the semester. I took my midterms a few weeks ago and got 186/200 on the management exam and 198/200 on the financial exam. Holla'! Who's a bad mutha-fucker now?! (As I walk up to the center - they sent me to a level... Sorry. Feeling a little Snoop D-O-Double G this morning.) I had two 50 point papers due this week, one management case analysis and I had to research corporate bonds(?!) this week.
Usually I wait til the last minute to do my work (the title company background in me) but I was unable to do so as my kooky mom is coming into town today. Yes, you read that right. But good golly you'll never guess what I'm doing today.
Mom was already planning a trip down here, which I was quite happy about since I've been bored for so long, but the trip has been shortened. Winona (Grandma Wilma's mom) passed a few weeks ago and they're headed down with her ashes, along with my great, gay uncle's ashes (something about gay uncles in my family) which they are going to bury with their mother (my great-great grandmother - I have no clue what her name is) at some cemetery in Riverview. Yes BURY. Is that even legal?! When Mom told me about it I totally freaked because I thought they were going to exhume the old broad's coffin and shove some urns in there, but apparently the urns are in a waterproof box and they're only going a few feet down. Lovely. And gross. I'm fortunate to be able to attend this whatever the hell it is so I can pick up Mom and get her "the hell outta there and away from those people" as quickly as possible. I have no clue where this cemetery is - all I know is Riverview. I asked G'ma Wilma where it is. Her reply, "Do you know how to get to Brandon? Get to Brandon on Hwy. 60 and head south when you hit 301. Go down there into the old(?) part of Riverview and there'll be a convenience store and the cemetery is by that. Umm, lady, there's a TON of fucking gas stations on 301 - Riverview isn't as rural as it was 25 years ago. Some bright person set this whole shindig up for 3p so I get to drive home in rush hour traffic on a Friday from BFE. Mom's coming home with me and will be staying a few nights. Wilma's going back up to Titusville to stay with her brother Uncle Buddy (wonder what side of the field he's playing on) and they should be dipping out on Sunday or Monday. On a lighter side, I'm doing my hair and makeup today, which I haven't done since JC's wedding in September (poor Jeff).
Everything is still good on the homefront. Amazing, I swear. We don't argue or anything. He is a little nervous about Mom coming into town. Who wouldn't be? I already told her she needs to be on her best behavior and not fuck with my man or we'll have problems.
I promise to be back soon. I'll get to meet all this 'family' today. Thank god I'll be wearing my black sunglasses so I can people watch what I assume to be my redneck side of the family.
Sorry for any typos. I don't feel like re-reading all this right now. It's about 10a and the fam should be hitting Tampa in 2 hours or so. I need too start whoring myself up now.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Yet Another Sucky Day
Arghh!!
The economy sucks. I'm watching what little money I have in my 401k plummet. Unemployment is at an all time high. This is fucking ridiculous.
Finally Teach has started grading assignments and mama ain't too happy. The class I really thought I'd fuck up on was the management class - which I'm somehow pulling an A (97%) in. I got 50/50 points on that horrible case analysis paper. Personal Finance - which I thought I'd breeze on by in - not so good. I've currently got a C (73%). Fuck. I have got to get A's in both of these classes to pull my horribly low GPA up so I can get financial aid for next fall's semester. I've got another case analysis, as well as two 10 point discussions and 2 mandatory online chats on the 11th. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that my mother won't be down until after that. I've got midterms due by the 18th for both classes. It's not even noon and just by typing about this I'm getting stressed.
I went to the campus today to apply for my student loan for the Spring/Summer semesters. Yippee. Again mama was not a happy camper. I started at 8a in the financial aide office. I'm approved for a loan through Discover which for whatever reason the college is not currently accepting this lender, and is considering it a private loan. The lady sent me down to the cashier. The cashier sent me backup to the financial aide office. On a lighter note, it looks like I'll get approximately $10k for this that and the other up until next fall. Thank goodness. Hopefully my GPA will be in the 3's somewhere so I may be able to pull in close to $25k this year just for school. My Man doesn't want me working full-time next year but I may or may not. Hell - I don't know anything anymore.
I have figured this out though - Life really isn't fair. My Man has been depressed which has been rubbing off on me. It absolutely breaks my heart to see him in that condition. I sobbed last night for the first time in I don't know how long. I prayed to God and asked his dead mother for help. I've waited 30 years to find a man who treats me the way he does and takes care of me mentally, emotionally and financially (even though the financial thing I never really wanted) and he is a defeatist, like I was for so many years. He's horrified that he's going to bring me down but I know some way, somehow I'm going to bring him up.
This housing market shit has fucked us both. I put in four fucking years at A/D and I get laid off. I was on time, if not early every bloody day when half the office was always at least 30 - 45 minutes late. I gave my heart and soul to that company and I got fucked up the ass with no lube. Loyalty, seniority and hard work mean nothing. The bitterness is sinking in. Big time. He's stressed because the work isn't coming in like it used to - not to mention the fact he feels he should be making at least another hundred bucks a week since he's been doing what he does for the same company for over 10 years. He is signing his checks over to me weekly so I can manage life but it still sucks and is totally unfair. Why is it the hard working white, single, non-child having people seem to get fucked? My taxes have supported welfare and food stamp mothers for years and what have I gotten for busting my ass? Not a fucking thing.
Bitterness. Anger. Resentment. Blah.
The economy sucks. I'm watching what little money I have in my 401k plummet. Unemployment is at an all time high. This is fucking ridiculous.
Finally Teach has started grading assignments and mama ain't too happy. The class I really thought I'd fuck up on was the management class - which I'm somehow pulling an A (97%) in. I got 50/50 points on that horrible case analysis paper. Personal Finance - which I thought I'd breeze on by in - not so good. I've currently got a C (73%). Fuck. I have got to get A's in both of these classes to pull my horribly low GPA up so I can get financial aid for next fall's semester. I've got another case analysis, as well as two 10 point discussions and 2 mandatory online chats on the 11th. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that my mother won't be down until after that. I've got midterms due by the 18th for both classes. It's not even noon and just by typing about this I'm getting stressed.
I went to the campus today to apply for my student loan for the Spring/Summer semesters. Yippee. Again mama was not a happy camper. I started at 8a in the financial aide office. I'm approved for a loan through Discover which for whatever reason the college is not currently accepting this lender, and is considering it a private loan. The lady sent me down to the cashier. The cashier sent me backup to the financial aide office. On a lighter note, it looks like I'll get approximately $10k for this that and the other up until next fall. Thank goodness. Hopefully my GPA will be in the 3's somewhere so I may be able to pull in close to $25k this year just for school. My Man doesn't want me working full-time next year but I may or may not. Hell - I don't know anything anymore.
I have figured this out though - Life really isn't fair. My Man has been depressed which has been rubbing off on me. It absolutely breaks my heart to see him in that condition. I sobbed last night for the first time in I don't know how long. I prayed to God and asked his dead mother for help. I've waited 30 years to find a man who treats me the way he does and takes care of me mentally, emotionally and financially (even though the financial thing I never really wanted) and he is a defeatist, like I was for so many years. He's horrified that he's going to bring me down but I know some way, somehow I'm going to bring him up.
This housing market shit has fucked us both. I put in four fucking years at A/D and I get laid off. I was on time, if not early every bloody day when half the office was always at least 30 - 45 minutes late. I gave my heart and soul to that company and I got fucked up the ass with no lube. Loyalty, seniority and hard work mean nothing. The bitterness is sinking in. Big time. He's stressed because the work isn't coming in like it used to - not to mention the fact he feels he should be making at least another hundred bucks a week since he's been doing what he does for the same company for over 10 years. He is signing his checks over to me weekly so I can manage life but it still sucks and is totally unfair. Why is it the hard working white, single, non-child having people seem to get fucked? My taxes have supported welfare and food stamp mothers for years and what have I gotten for busting my ass? Not a fucking thing.
Bitterness. Anger. Resentment. Blah.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Still Bored...
At least today the time flew. I slept in to 9:30a and headed to the bank, then Walmart, then the grocery store (oh yeah - I made a pit stop at McDonalds). I didn't get home until close to noon! Where does the time go? I even had lists.
When I got home I decided to go all arts and crafty. Grandma recently gave me this big knick knack holder thingy (something I really need so I can have even more crap in my office) and these two horribly gaudy (so of course I love them) lantern like chandeliers that have brown and yellow glass surrounding the iron where the light comes out. I don't think the previous owner could get them down so they came with her house. They hung in her bedroom for years until on one of her Superwoman days. She took the bitches down and they've been hanging out in the handicapped bathroom (for real - there's a roll in shower - was she planning ahead for something?) she uses for storage. I was there the other day and decided to snag them. My Man didn't seem too happy, they are quite tacky-ish and all, but I have a vision for both of these (and it's my house bitch) so I got on started.
I filled in all of the little holes, nicks and cracks in the knick knack thingy with wood putty and I'm still waiting for it all to dry so I can sand the spots down. What to do? I busted out the lanterns and cleaned the layers of dust off them as best I could. They have a lot of metal on them, (have no idea what kind but they're heavy as fuck) that looked kinda like black with hints of gold under all the grime. Our bedroom is painted yellow with a yellow bedspread (no it's not bright and sunny in there - I wanted like the Gold Room on Big Brother a couple of seasons ago) and we have big ass head and foor boards that are wood and black iron. I headed down to the Home Depot for supplies and it's on. As always, I'll have before and after pictures. I'm get so proud of my work.
School handed me a can of whoop ass last week... And I player slacker during that time. I had a Critical Analysis Case to criticize for the management class in a narrative form, so of course I had to look up what narrative form is. I need to be in remedial classes or something. Teach said initially Case Analysis papers should take about 8 hours and the bitch wasn't lying. I had to do a minimum of 4 1/2 pages and after 2 1/2 into in, I didn't have anything else to say. She wanted 'facts - no fluff.' How the hell do you read 3 paragraphs and then turn them into 5 fluffless pages? I started working on it Friday at 11a and worked for about 4 hours. I took a breaks just to do some of my housewife duties only because I needed to get the fuck away from the computer. I was up at 9a on Saturday and finally finished the fucking paper around 3p. 8 hours my ass. It took me a long, grueling 10 hours. I WILL NOT wait until the late minute to do that shit again. And then I still had to do a 'Case in Point' for the finance class. I finished everything up around 6p or so and then ran from the computer. Fortunately I only have 'Discussions' for each class this week where I have to make a couple of posts on savings accounts and ethical stuff or something by 11p Saturday night. I'm not procrastinating with this again. On Sunday I rested. In Monday I crafted, and tomorrow I'll get schooled. And get this - after all the assignments I've done: 8 between the finance and management classes - I've only received TWO(!!!) grades. I started handing in Assignments on August 30. WTF is taking so long? Doesn't this lady know I'm obsessive compulsive? Can I just get a grade or two? Puh-leeze? On a good note - I'm pulling A's (based off of the one assignment graded in each class) in both classes. Thank gosh!
And relax kids, I won't bore you with the case analysis.
When I got home I decided to go all arts and crafty. Grandma recently gave me this big knick knack holder thingy (something I really need so I can have even more crap in my office) and these two horribly gaudy (so of course I love them) lantern like chandeliers that have brown and yellow glass surrounding the iron where the light comes out. I don't think the previous owner could get them down so they came with her house. They hung in her bedroom for years until on one of her Superwoman days. She took the bitches down and they've been hanging out in the handicapped bathroom (for real - there's a roll in shower - was she planning ahead for something?) she uses for storage. I was there the other day and decided to snag them. My Man didn't seem too happy, they are quite tacky-ish and all, but I have a vision for both of these (and it's my house bitch) so I got on started.
I filled in all of the little holes, nicks and cracks in the knick knack thingy with wood putty and I'm still waiting for it all to dry so I can sand the spots down. What to do? I busted out the lanterns and cleaned the layers of dust off them as best I could. They have a lot of metal on them, (have no idea what kind but they're heavy as fuck) that looked kinda like black with hints of gold under all the grime. Our bedroom is painted yellow with a yellow bedspread (no it's not bright and sunny in there - I wanted like the Gold Room on Big Brother a couple of seasons ago) and we have big ass head and foor boards that are wood and black iron. I headed down to the Home Depot for supplies and it's on. As always, I'll have before and after pictures. I'm get so proud of my work.
School handed me a can of whoop ass last week... And I player slacker during that time. I had a Critical Analysis Case to criticize for the management class in a narrative form, so of course I had to look up what narrative form is. I need to be in remedial classes or something. Teach said initially Case Analysis papers should take about 8 hours and the bitch wasn't lying. I had to do a minimum of 4 1/2 pages and after 2 1/2 into in, I didn't have anything else to say. She wanted 'facts - no fluff.' How the hell do you read 3 paragraphs and then turn them into 5 fluffless pages? I started working on it Friday at 11a and worked for about 4 hours. I took a breaks just to do some of my housewife duties only because I needed to get the fuck away from the computer. I was up at 9a on Saturday and finally finished the fucking paper around 3p. 8 hours my ass. It took me a long, grueling 10 hours. I WILL NOT wait until the late minute to do that shit again. And then I still had to do a 'Case in Point' for the finance class. I finished everything up around 6p or so and then ran from the computer. Fortunately I only have 'Discussions' for each class this week where I have to make a couple of posts on savings accounts and ethical stuff or something by 11p Saturday night. I'm not procrastinating with this again. On Sunday I rested. In Monday I crafted, and tomorrow I'll get schooled. And get this - after all the assignments I've done: 8 between the finance and management classes - I've only received TWO(!!!) grades. I started handing in Assignments on August 30. WTF is taking so long? Doesn't this lady know I'm obsessive compulsive? Can I just get a grade or two? Puh-leeze? On a good note - I'm pulling A's (based off of the one assignment graded in each class) in both classes. Thank gosh!
And relax kids, I won't bore you with the case analysis.
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