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la_belle_laideToday was kinda nice, went out shopping with my Dad to look at stoves and stuff, and to try to find something for Mom for Mother's Day but I ended up ordering something for her instead. I got a foxglove and these really cute solar tiki lights. It rained on and off all day so I wasn't able to plant anything, even my tree that I bought the other day.
While I was on my way to Kung Fu tonight a big truck passed me, a 4X4 and it had a decal on the back that read, "Goodbye [my non-nickname name that hardly anyone calls me but Grandma did.]" I got all teary in the car and it didn't pass until I was at the school. I don't believe in signs, but maybe I do?
Tomorrow I go back to school. I have anatomy and physiology 2 and Eastern Nutrition. It's a LONG ASS DAY. I start at 8:30 (which means I have to get up around 6:30 because traffic is going to suck and ALSO because they never sent me my schedule with any room numbers on them so I have to waste time trying to find out where my classes actually are,) and classes aren't done till 5:30. It's only the two classes but it's 8:30 till 5:30 straight through. Crazy!
Oh, so I never got my grades, so I called stupid registrar and I was all, "WTF, I sent you people my official transcript which you did not tell me I needed until recently; I paid to have it sent to you and I never got my grades." She told me that it was because there were still some documents that were incomplete. Well, incomplete how, exactly? Apparently I have to sign some privacy thing and "a checklist." A checklist of what, I have no goddamn idea. It could be "all the things I need at the grocery store" or "which would you use in a zombie attack" for all I frigging know. I asked her why I hadn't been told to sign these befrigged documents when I, you know, frigging enrolled and she was like, "Umm, I don't know but you need to sign them."
Then she told me, "Hang on." GRRR!
She came back on and said, "Four A's and two B's but I can't tell you which grade goes to which class."
HONESTLY! So tomorrow, sometime between these longass classes (and since it's the first day maybe they won't run the entire time,) I can get my grades printed out and find out which letter goes to which goddamn class.
But this means that I definitely got an A in either A&P 1 or chemistry, and possibly both. That's because I know at least one of the B's was in C&P. I was super surprised I was even able to pull a B. I thought that if she would give me a C if she felt charitable. I suspect the other B was actually in physical arts--Tai Chi, people--which is like failing gym when you're already an athlete. But that's because I missed so many of those classes. They were on Mondays, and those were the days when Gran was going to the hospital, coming home from the hospital, and all of that stuff. Alternately, the other B could have been in intro to herbs. I could have screwed up the final.
I could have screwed up any of the finals, really, come to think of it, but my gut feeling tells me that the Bs were in C&P and PA. However I guess I can't know yet, as I haven't signed some random checklist that I never heard of before.
Here's how ridiculous I am about food. Okay, so we've already established that I hate getting up early. I know many people hate getting up early, but I feel as if getting up early takes years off of my life. I would give so much to not have to get up at 6:45 tomorrow, or even 7, because that's goddamn early, too. It's more than inconvenient and a regular old bummer for me: it's soul-crushing when the alarm goes off. Every cell in my body, every nerve wants to stay in bed, and every corner of my soul is weeping for this tragedy. And we've also established that I really dig hyperbole, but I'm seriously only skirting hyperbole right now.
So, I hate getting up early, yes, more than you hate it. We've all got that, right?
Yet part of me is sitting here going, "Mmmm, I can't wait to eat cereal for breakfast tomorrow." I've already eaten about six times today. Breakfast, a few bites of dark chocolate, lunch (a huge bowl of cereal,) another few bites of dark chocolate, dinner (veggie lasagna) two oranges, a few bites of chocolate, and then after Kung Fu an apple and a piece of yummy toast. There's just no way I should be as hungry as I am, but I am, and I'm jonzing for cereal so hard.
Ooooh, and tomorrow they'll have fresh chocolate chip cookies, too. Damn!
Well, almost time for bed, and then my second trimester.
While I was on my way to Kung Fu tonight a big truck passed me, a 4X4 and it had a decal on the back that read, "Goodbye [my non-nickname name that hardly anyone calls me but Grandma did.]" I got all teary in the car and it didn't pass until I was at the school. I don't believe in signs, but maybe I do?
Tomorrow I go back to school. I have anatomy and physiology 2 and Eastern Nutrition. It's a LONG ASS DAY. I start at 8:30 (which means I have to get up around 6:30 because traffic is going to suck and ALSO because they never sent me my schedule with any room numbers on them so I have to waste time trying to find out where my classes actually are,) and classes aren't done till 5:30. It's only the two classes but it's 8:30 till 5:30 straight through. Crazy!
Oh, so I never got my grades, so I called stupid registrar and I was all, "WTF, I sent you people my official transcript which you did not tell me I needed until recently; I paid to have it sent to you and I never got my grades." She told me that it was because there were still some documents that were incomplete. Well, incomplete how, exactly? Apparently I have to sign some privacy thing and "a checklist." A checklist of what, I have no goddamn idea. It could be "all the things I need at the grocery store" or "which would you use in a zombie attack" for all I frigging know. I asked her why I hadn't been told to sign these befrigged documents when I, you know, frigging enrolled and she was like, "Umm, I don't know but you need to sign them."
Then she told me, "Hang on." GRRR!
She came back on and said, "Four A's and two B's but I can't tell you which grade goes to which class."
HONESTLY! So tomorrow, sometime between these longass classes (and since it's the first day maybe they won't run the entire time,) I can get my grades printed out and find out which letter goes to which goddamn class.
But this means that I definitely got an A in either A&P 1 or chemistry, and possibly both. That's because I know at least one of the B's was in C&P. I was super surprised I was even able to pull a B. I thought that if she would give me a C if she felt charitable. I suspect the other B was actually in physical arts--Tai Chi, people--which is like failing gym when you're already an athlete. But that's because I missed so many of those classes. They were on Mondays, and those were the days when Gran was going to the hospital, coming home from the hospital, and all of that stuff. Alternately, the other B could have been in intro to herbs. I could have screwed up the final.
I could have screwed up any of the finals, really, come to think of it, but my gut feeling tells me that the Bs were in C&P and PA. However I guess I can't know yet, as I haven't signed some random checklist that I never heard of before.
Here's how ridiculous I am about food. Okay, so we've already established that I hate getting up early. I know many people hate getting up early, but I feel as if getting up early takes years off of my life. I would give so much to not have to get up at 6:45 tomorrow, or even 7, because that's goddamn early, too. It's more than inconvenient and a regular old bummer for me: it's soul-crushing when the alarm goes off. Every cell in my body, every nerve wants to stay in bed, and every corner of my soul is weeping for this tragedy. And we've also established that I really dig hyperbole, but I'm seriously only skirting hyperbole right now.
So, I hate getting up early, yes, more than you hate it. We've all got that, right?
Yet part of me is sitting here going, "Mmmm, I can't wait to eat cereal for breakfast tomorrow." I've already eaten about six times today. Breakfast, a few bites of dark chocolate, lunch (a huge bowl of cereal,) another few bites of dark chocolate, dinner (veggie lasagna) two oranges, a few bites of chocolate, and then after Kung Fu an apple and a piece of yummy toast. There's just no way I should be as hungry as I am, but I am, and I'm jonzing for cereal so hard.
Ooooh, and tomorrow they'll have fresh chocolate chip cookies, too. Damn!
Well, almost time for bed, and then my second trimester.
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Date: 2009-05-05 03:29 am (UTC)someone i know posted an article on how night owls are more productive then early birds. i was like, damn straight! i hate getting up earlier then 8, and even that time is only tolerable if i have like 2 hours to wake up.