Oct. 20th, 2010

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Unsurprisingly, the fantastic event I was so psyched for a while back has been canceled. It's the circumstances of the cancellation that are the true tragedy that's on my mind. I had to do a show soon after I lost my Dad—there was no way for me to say no—and it was miserable. At least my audience didn't know about my loss, and I could fake a smile. I can't imagine having to fake it in front of 1500 people who know you're faking.

So apparently, another wonderful adventure will just have to befall me.

I specify wonderful adventure, thanks.

My beloved bracelet that I am rarely without is gone. I left it at Kung Fu on accident two weeks ago. I just slipped it off and put it on a chair so I wouldn't whack anyone with it, and then I left in a hurry and forgot to put it on. "Oh well," I thought, "someone will put it aside for me." Except it ended up in the changing room, where a few people spotted it and wondered what my bracelet (with my Hawaiian name on it) was doing in there. And when I came to retrieve it, it was gone. Like, seriously, just totally gone from the place it had been left. The bracelet hasn't got a lot of monetary value (IT'S GOT MY NAME ON IT, HELLO,) but its value to me is immense and I feel naked without it.

Crushed over this.

Today I took my very last midterm. I got a 96 on the practical and 94 on the written, so that's not too bad. The girl who sits behind me did quite poorly and she had an EPIC MOTHEREFFING MELTDOWN, complete with charging up to the teacher's desk like am enraged bull, and screaming, and crying. The teacher asked her to leave the room. She did, and came back in with her wits (lol) collected. Then we were asked to partner up and she flipped all of her crap once more. She didn't even ask anyone to partner with her; she just jumped up screaming about how she didn't have a partner. And then she stormed outside calling the teachers "bitches" and such. I have no pity for this kind of behavior – I think we stop doing this in third grade, right? But I have even less because she'd held forth to me earlier about how goddamn stinking rich she was, and didn't need a job anyway, she just wanted to do this. *punch punch*


After that little show, I went down to Bursar to make sure I was clear for graduation, with no outstanding balances, credits needed, (I WILL MURDER SOMEONE,) or any other stupid junk nonsense the school likes to asspull. All soon-to-be grads are instructed to go to Bursar to make sure everything's square. Except, when I got there, I was informed by Registrar that there is no Bursar this week because Bursar has quit or been fired, whichevs, oh my god, you douches. Actually I find it quite funny because it's registration week, and hey, have fun with that! I don't have to register!

However I do need to get my first aid certification reprinted (at my cost) because they misspelled my name. They misspelled my name. I have to replace it at my cost.

I am irritated.

I stayed super late for two extra (mandatory) clinic classes tonight. And then discovered as I was driving out of the parking lot that I had a flat tire. Oh hey, that's so awesome, 66 miles away from home too! But some really awesome guys came out and helped me change it. I didn't want to screw up my car by putting the jack in the wrong place, and I know I wouldn't have been able to get the lugnuts off because it took two of the guys to do it, with one of them standing on the lugwrench. The one guy said, "This is the tightest one I've ever done" and I went "heehee that's what sh--" before practically punching myself in the mouth to stop the words from escaping. But then later on, I said, "Oh, you finally got the nuts off!" and the guy said, "That's what she said" and I was like, "Oh man! I had one of those before and I didn't say it!" They were all super cool and I got home fine on my donut tire. Let me tell you, driving 50 MPH is a lesson in self-control and patience. I suspect I need more of both of those things in my life.

OTOH I'm not the one screaming at teachers and bashing my fists against the wall when I don't bother to crack a book before a test and then am surprised to fail.

So at least there's that.

My next post will be a happy one, I swear. :) And I'm not going to knock on wood, because remember that time a while back when I vowed I was done with all that neurotic nonsense? And I was going to ACT CASUAL? This is me, so casual.
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Unsurprisingly, the fantastic event I was so psyched for a while back has been canceled. It's the circumstances of the cancellation that are the true tragedy that's on my mind. I had to do a show soon after I lost my Dad—there was no way for me to say no—and it was miserable. At least my audience didn't know about my loss, and I could fake a smile. I can't imagine having to fake it in front of 1500 people who know you're faking.

So apparently, another wonderful adventure will just have to befall me.

I specify wonderful adventure, thanks.

My beloved bracelet that I am rarely without is gone. I left it at Kung Fu on accident two weeks ago. I just slipped it off and put it on a chair so I wouldn't whack anyone with it, and then I left in a hurry and forgot to put it on. "Oh well," I thought, "someone will put it aside for me." Except it ended up in the changing room, where a few people spotted it and wondered what my bracelet (with my Hawaiian name on it) was doing in there. And when I came to retrieve it, it was gone. Like, seriously, just totally gone from the place it had been left. The bracelet hasn't got a lot of monetary value (IT'S GOT MY NAME ON IT, HELLO,) but its value to me is immense and I feel naked without it.

Crushed over this.

Today I took my very last midterm. I got a 96 on the practical and 94 on the written, so that's not too bad. The girl who sits behind me did quite poorly and she had an EPIC MOTHEREFFING MELTDOWN, complete with charging up to the teacher's desk like am enraged bull, and screaming, and crying. The teacher asked her to leave the room. She did, and came back in with her wits (lol) collected. Then we were asked to partner up and she flipped all of her crap once more. She didn't even ask anyone to partner with her; she just jumped up screaming about how she didn't have a partner. And then she stormed outside calling the teachers "bitches" and such. I have no pity for this kind of behavior – I think we stop doing this in third grade, right? But I have even less because she'd held forth to me earlier about how goddamn stinking rich she was, and didn't need a job anyway, she just wanted to do this. *punch punch*


After that little show, I went down to Bursar to make sure I was clear for graduation, with no outstanding balances, credits needed, (I WILL MURDER SOMEONE,) or any other stupid junk nonsense the school likes to asspull. All soon-to-be grads are instructed to go to Bursar to make sure everything's square. Except, when I got there, I was informed by Registrar that there is no Bursar this week because Bursar has quit or been fired, whichevs, oh my god, you douches. Actually I find it quite funny because it's registration week, and hey, have fun with that! I don't have to register!

However I do need to get my first aid certification reprinted (at my cost) because they misspelled my name. They misspelled my name. I have to replace it at my cost.

I am irritated.

I stayed super late for two extra (mandatory) clinic classes tonight. And then discovered as I was driving out of the parking lot that I had a flat tire. Oh hey, that's so awesome, 66 miles away from home too! But some really awesome guys came out and helped me change it. I didn't want to screw up my car by putting the jack in the wrong place, and I know I wouldn't have been able to get the lugnuts off because it took two of the guys to do it, with one of them standing on the lugwrench. The one guy said, "This is the tightest one I've ever done" and I went "heehee that's what sh--" before practically punching myself in the mouth to stop the words from escaping. But then later on, I said, "Oh, you finally got the nuts off!" and the guy said, "That's what she said" and I was like, "Oh man! I had one of those before and I didn't say it!" They were all super cool and I got home fine on my donut tire. Let me tell you, driving 50 MPH is a lesson in self-control and patience. I suspect I need more of both of those things in my life.

OTOH I'm not the one screaming at teachers and bashing my fists against the wall when I don't bother to crack a book before a test and then am surprised to fail.

So at least there's that.

My next post will be a happy one, I swear. :) And I'm not going to knock on wood, because remember that time a while back when I vowed I was done with all that neurotic nonsense? And I was going to ACT CASUAL? This is me, so casual.

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