It's kind of weird having a social life. In a good way. Still, weird. But despite the stress of a new job, which in the past would have me on the edge of a nervous breakdown and sent me rocketing into my room and remaining there for the next three months, I feel like doing stuff with people almost all the time. And more than wanting to, I'm actually doing it.

It doesn't help with the stress at all, but it's nice. Yesterday was my day off before finally starting at my new branch where I'll be working for... forever, hopefully, and I spent it out shopping with my friends, and making plans to go golfing with my friend K, her husband, and a couple other friends for K's birthday in two weeks.

Golfing. Seriously. But it'll probably be fun. I'll suck at it, but I don't mind that. And last weekend, I went to a baseball game. It was... nice. There were hot dogs. I'd have liked it better if the local team hadn't sucked so badly. And we hadn't been staring directly into the blinding sunlight, augh.

I'm not a completely new person or anything. Since I spent all of yesterday afternoon shopping and not hiding in my room like a turtle, I was pretty bitchy last night. I couldn't help snapping at people, and then of course I felt horrible, so I had to apologize more than once. But it's still better than being a turtle.

Today's gonna go fine, though. I feel pretty calm this morning. It's not like I thought it would go badly, but I just... get stressed. I think everyone does right before starting a new job. I've been in training for a week, but it was at another branch. My trainer was very nice, and my age, but she was pretty much the worst teacher possible for me. I mentioned that last week and said I might explain it a bit more, but I don't think I will. It just really doesn't matter at this point. I'm past it, and I did eventually learn everything, so I'm moving on.

I've got about an hour before I have to leave, and all I have left to do is pack something to eat for my break. That leaves like, fifty-five minutes for me to keep on relaxing. Maybe I'll go read on the porch for a bit.
ikarit: (tenrose/ all smiles)
( May. 22nd, 2008 07:53 am)
Okay, now I really must update as it is getting to be a Thing. A thing where I don't update.

Last time I posted, I was in the middle of a bad week, but that's been passed. Dad's had his surgery, and now he's pretty much all better! Still not at work, as he's a mechanic and he can't do his job if he's on restrictions, but he'll be back to work in a week or so. He just has to get a few more tests done this week, and then get the results before he's got the okay.

And it was my birthday last Wednesday! It was really fantastic. I got bombarded by cakes and brownies and made myself sick four days in a row. And the day before my birthday, I went to the zoo with L and her boyfriend. The zoo!

To understand my excitement about the zoo, you must understand I've been making noises to anyone who would listen about going to the zoo for the past five years, at least. So when L messaged me a few weeks ago and said, "want to come to Cincinnati with me so I can visit my boyfriend--and by the way, let's go to the ZOO while we're there," I admit to squealing and bouncing up and down in my chair.

I would've gone to Cincinnati anyway, but not with such enthusiasm, which was probably L's goal. I got to see turtles. I love turtles, and I even got a new necklace with a cute little turtle charm. I've been wearing it every day I can get away with it, which is most days. Yay for turtles!

So, yes. Good times! And now it's off to work. Less good times, but still good times. I like the bank. :D
Well, so far, mine has been... eventful. All around eventful! I got up to go to work as usual yesterday, and it was a pretty normal day until just after 11, when I smashed a finger against the corner of a metal bar (a clothing rack, actually) and promptly passed out about a minute later. Probably the most embarrassing episode yet. I think the last time I fainted was sometime in 2005 (I passed out twice that year).

This is the third time I've fainted due to pain and the sixth time total. I'd forgotten how much smashing your finger hurts, and the fact that I couldn't scream, curse or cry did not help. Clearly, the next time I stub my toe and scream, I will have to inform my mother that the screaming is for health reasons. I've never fainted when I can wail about it. Anyway, I woke up to about... oh, I'm guessing at least fifteen customers plus three or four coworkers standing around me. Horribly, desperately embarrassing. Not sure how long I was out, but long enough for someone to have run to a nearby pretzel shop and get me a cup of ice water. They handed it to me when I woke up. And naturally, because customers are incredibly curious, none of them left, and I couldn't very well get up. I must've lain there for ten minutes with a crowd around me. And I had to talk three or four people out of calling the EMTs.

It wasn't even a day I wanted to go home early. I was hoping to finish some extra work since Fridays are usually a slow day (for my job, not for the store), but instead I'll likely have a lot more extra work next week. Shit. But I got shuffled out the emergency exit without even being allowed to grab my coat--I had my purse already and my manager drove me home. I carry glucose tablets in it, so I asked one of the watching coworkers to run and get it right after I woke up.

Next eventful thing was actually a good outcome from the fainting! I got home around 11:40 and got on MSN, something I usually don't do until after work, and it turns out my friend L had been trying to get in contact with me! I was planning on visiting her this weekend, but she wanted to know if I could come up yesterday instead of today, because if I came today I would've had to go to a hockey game. I didn't want to go to a hockey game, so I went up last night (obviously, I was fine by then) and came back earlier today. Fun!

And final eventful thing was actually about work again. Sometime last night, J. C. Penney got a bomb threat. Wow. I can't wait until they find the jackass who did that and arrest them. Every once in a while, they get bomb threats for one or the other of the college campuses in my town, but the mall is new.

Oh, and I forgot the best part. On the drive up to visit L (she goes to college at Bowling Green, which is like... an hour away or so), I noticed my butt hurt. See, when I fainted a bunch of people were going on about how I hit my head on the bottom of a metal rack but my head didn't hurt at all and there was only a little mark. It turns out that I might've hit my head a little, but my ass definitely broke my fall. I figured it was one of those bruises that you can't see, since it's my butt and it's... I dunno, all fatty! But no, I looked (out of curiosity) this afternoon, and I have a really awful looking bruise. It's like... bloody purple-red, and vivid. Kind of impressively ugly, and I'm not even sure how hard I must have landed to make it that bad.

So that's me so far. Humiliation, a fun visit with an awesome friend, a bomb threat, and an ugly bruised ass. Kind of... yeah, I'm going to stick with eventful. I'm hoping tomorrow will be very dull.
ikarit: (chewie han luke/ homeboys)
( Oct. 4th, 2006 03:45 pm)
Well, a miracle has occurred. Somehow, someway, I've managed to get a life. It's not a particularly great one, but I have a life! I have a life! I'm very excited.

This past weekend was Tiffi's 21st birthday, so I finally went down to Columbus for the first time to celebrate it with her and a few other friends. There was much fun, partying and clubbing and moderate (or in the case of Tiffi, a whole lot of) drinking. I was a ditz, though, and I forgot my ID at home. It was a miracle I managed to get into the club at all, because I didn't have any picture ID on my at all. They finally accepted my credit card plus my immunization card in lieu of ID, although they marked me as underage. Next time I go down to visit, I will definitely not forget anything!

...and of course I've just jinxed myself. Undoubtedly, I will forget something different but also incredibly important in some way. Oh, well.

Then oddly enough, it seems I have a few former friends and acquaintances that go to my new school, which I did not know about! One I'm really, really excited about. I ran into Amanda on Monday, who I haven't seen since our high school graduation. She sort of dropped off the face of the earth and while I'd heard a few things about what she'd been up to (despite not having a life, until recently I was always amazingly up-to-date on what my high school friends were doing and where they were), I hadn't known she was going to school. It turns out she's going to graduate in the summer, too.

Anyway, after I ran into her on Monday, I was hoping to run into her again today, and I did. We had lunch together and got all caught up. I got her number, she got mine, I gave her Tiffi's (they were best friends in high school, but they haven't spoken since Amanda's graduation either--very odd), hopefully we'll get together again sometime.

There are at least two other people I've run into or just seen on campus. Nancy, who was more of a friend of a friend, but we had lunch together last week and she's very nice. Then as I was leaving today, I saw Heather, who was another friend from high school... kind of. She's sweet, but very flighty. It'd be nice to talk to her again, even just to catch up.

So yeah, I have stumbled onto a life where I do lunches with people and go to clubs and parties. I wonder how long it will last before my anti-social personality pops up and I start hiding in my room again...

Also, have another bunch of quotes! )
I am way more amused than I should be. Tiffi and I were supposed to drive up to Toledo and have a fun day shopping, but she just texted me and said she has a sore throat. That really isn't funny except we were supposed to go last Saturday, and I begged off because I didn't feel good. And we'd originally planned to do it when I was still living up there, but that never quite worked out either.

And now we have no idea when we're going to be able to do it. Tentatively Thursday, assuming she feels better and she isn't behind at work.

I knew I should have waited to get up, I just knew it. She didn't text until I'd already taken a shower. That's what I get for waking up two hours before my alarm, huh?
Busy, busy weekend! I didn't manage to do half of the things I was planning accomplish. It figures that the only tasks I managed to complete were the ones that really, in the long run, are pretty insignificant. I ran a bunch of errands on Friday; I went to the chiropractor because my back started hurting again, I ran to a few stores to take a look at futon prices (for my apartment next year), I picked up my W2 form from Penney's (why they didn't mail it out, I will never know) and I got my hair cut.

I have bangs now! I had little straggly hairs around my face that were driving me nuts--they weren't long enough to tuck behind my ears and too long to hide--so I asked the hairdresser for advice on getting bangs, and so now I have bangs. There are mixed reactions. Mom claims to love my hair, my dad and brothers were pretty ambivalent, and Tiffi didn't like them at all. I haven't really seen anyone else, so that's all the opinions I've gotten. As to my own opinion... I think they're different. I like them. I'm not going to keep them, since the whole point of getting them was just so I could grow them out, so it really doesn't make a difference to me one way or the other. I've had many, many worse hairstyles. It is giving me opportunities to try out different ways to fix up my hair. I've been doing a zig-zag part that's pretty cute.

Other than that, the only other thing I got done was to play poker last night with a bunch of people Tiffi introduced me to. It was fun, although I'm not very familiar with poker in the first place, and they were playing a version I'm not familiar with at all. I played one game and that was it. I managed to stay in for a while just because I kept folding, but I eventually got bored of being completely confused so I went all in and lost. Whew! It was kind of a relief, since I hate feeling ignorant. Still, I'm going to try playing online and familiarize myself with the game because there's a poker game every Saturday. If I knew what I was doing, I'd probably have had a lot of fun!

I really need to study for an exam I have tomorrow. I'm way behind in that class, and if I don't study my ass off, I'm going to bomb it. Really, really bomb it. That was one of the things I was planning to do this weekend. The other things were filling out all the scholarship applications I printed out on Friday (because I needed information from my parents and my grandfather), and the last thing was to work on my rental application (since I need Dad for that one). Argh! Oh well, I'm coming home next weekend and I've still got time.
It feels so weird to start yet another entry by announcing, "hey, I'm home again!" It's just as odd as starting entries that begin, "hey, I'm back at school!" I switch back and forth so often that the sheer repetitiveness of announcing my location makes me want to stick in one place! I would even go so far as to actually do that--except if I had to choose a place to stick, it'd be at home and that's not exactly a possibility. I'm certainly not cutting back on home visits, since they're the only time I really feel like myself. At school, I'm so attached to my computer and my room, hardly ever leaving except to go to classes and occasionally forcing myself to go grocery shopping. I suppose that's exactly how I used to be at home, a few years ago. Now, I spend my weekends trying to fit in as many activities as possible.

As time passes, it feels like family and friends are more and more important to me. Tonight, I went to one of Jimmy's indoor soccer games. I believe it's the third or fourth one I've been to. In the fall, I went to several of his junior varsity games. I never would've voluntarily gone to one of my brothers' soccer games a few years ago; if they ever managed to coerce me into attending one game, I'd only agree because the general expectation was one game a year. My brothers play soccer year-round--both of them! Usually, they'll both have one game a week, sometimes more often. I was a really unsupportive sister. Even if I'm not a sports fan, I should have at least shown some interest in my brothers, especially since soccer is the only sport I know how to play! (I only know because I played soccer for three years, in elementary and middle school.) I'm just glad that I realized I wanted to support them before Brian graduated high school and stopped playing--I went to as many of his senior varsity games as I could manage to attend. It probably didn't mean as much to him as it means to Jimmy, though. Jimmy doesn't express undue excitement when I go, but he has always asked me to come to his games, and often tried to order me to go.

I'm getting off subject. I was really planning on writing this entry about how my personality is so different at home than it is at school, not how I've grown up in the past few years. With my family and old friends from high school, I'm actually somewhat witty and very sarcastic. I've never been incredibly funny, but I can make people laugh part of the time. When I'm with my roommates or college acquaintances, I have to try really hard to be amusing, and my jokes or sarcastic remarks always fall flat. At home, my family gets so sick of hearing me talk, but I never run out of things to talk about. I'm a real babbler. Up at school, I'm fairly sure everything believes me to be one of the quietest people to ever exist. It's not as if I intend any of this, it's just incredibly hard for me to open up to anyone I'm not close to, and I haven't met anyone at school whose presence I can feel comfortable in.

It shouldn't matter to me what my roommates think of my social life, but it does. I'm not bothered enough to force myself to have one, but it still bothers me. My social life--all of my admittedly very tiny social life--is at home. Mostly, I love spending time with all the members of my family, but I have been meeting up with Tiffi every weekend I'm at home. This weekend, we're meeting up at her new place on Saturday evening, and then going to play poker at the house of a friend of hers. I was supposed to go last month, if anyone remembers, but I started feeling queasy and I backed out. Tiffi laid a huge guilt trip on me for that one. Still, I refuse to back out this time! I hear there's cute guys, so I really have everything to look forward to. I love seeing cute guys. XD

I haven't spoken to Angie in months. Since last November, I think. I probably posted about it, but since I don't remember, I can't expect anyone else to be. Angie was my best friend, but I decided it was too emotionally upsetting to try to be best friends with someone who saw me as a best friend for the sake of convenience. So she went from being my best friend to being... not a friends, without one angry or unhappy word being spoken. Oh, after the last incident, I left her a voicemail message saying I was sick of being treated like I didn't matter, but that's it. I told her I wasn't going to try anymore, that I'd call her and I didn't want to deal with her. And... that was it. I don't really even miss her. I miss what she represented, but Angie is a person, not a representation. I just... have a niggling urge to try again. I want friends, and Angie and I were best friends since fifth grade so she's just always been there for nearly as long as I can remember, so it wouldn't be hard to make up with her, but... if she really care, she'd call me, wouldn't she? Starting last summer, we spent four months without speaking to one another once. Not once. We hadn't even fought, I was just upset with her and didn't call her, and she never called me to apologize, so we just didn't talk. The only reason we started speaking again is because her fiancé ended their engagement and she needed a best friend to cry to. That's not friendship. If I did call her, try to talk it out with her (keeping in mind that I don't particularly miss her very much, just aspects of the friendship I had with her), who's to say it would even work? After that teary phone call, we managed to keep talking to one another for three weeks, and then we stopped speaking again.

I always heard that lifelong best friends grow apart, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. Angie was the person I saw new movies with, even if we had different tastes in movies, we both loved movies and that's what was important. She was the one I went shopping with, and she was the one I gossiped with. Tiffi has a lot of the same tastes as me, but we don't have the same sort of understanding of one another as Angie and I did. When someone is your best friend for half your life, there's an instinctual understanding that can only be achieved when you know someone for that long! I don't know if I'll ever have that again, because when I was that young, it was easy for me to make friends. Now? I haven't made any real new friends since, I'm fairly sure, my junior year of high school. I was seventeen/eighteen then and I'm nearly twenty-two now, so that's a good four years.

It's probably amusing to anyone with a wry sense of humor that in the same entry I discuss my deteriorating social skills and my ruined friendship, I also announce that I'm making my journal public again. I agonized over it for weeks, thinking it was really capricious, but in the end, it's what I want and the most logical choice. I probably shouldn't have gone friends only in the first place. So! From now on, my entries will be public. Eventually I'll probably go back and unlock past entries, but I don't know when I'll decide to do that or how many I'll do before I get bored.

Also, one last thing: please pray for my soul. I have a million forms to fill out ASAP: nearly a dozen scholarship applications and one utterly perplexing rental application/lease agreement (with comes with pages upon pages of (un)explanatory material and one receipt that may or may not need filling in). I knew I'd avoided these sorts of things for a reason. omg i'm going to spontaneously combust from essay bullshitting.
Sometimes I really wonder about my intelligence. Last week, the neighbors that sold me my bedding finally found the matching decorations, so I lugged them up here and started to figure out if I wanted to use them and where to put them. There were a bunch of lights, and I decided to hang some around our door.

Well, I spent about ten minutes taping them up--using up most of my tape, too--only to realize after I finished that the lights were uneven and it looked incredibly stupid. Augh! I couldn't redo it because I didn't have enough tape, and I couldn't leave them because they really did look stupid, so I took them down.

I did manage to get up a bunch of pictures that I wanted to decorate with, so I'm not completely at a loss. But dammit, now I've got to get more tape before I can do anything else. I really want to make our room nice and pretty! It's so plain.

Hanging up the pictures did remind me of something amusing, though. Out of all my friends, the only two I'm still in contact with are the only two that started out as rivals for a boy's attention. It was the same boy both times, too--Tiffi and I fought for Brandon before I dated him (I won), and L snatched him up a few days after I told Brandon I wanted some time apart (she won).

I never knew them prior to fighting over Brandon. They were introduced to me as girls who wanted the same guy I did. Boy, did I ever hate them! In the end, all three of us dated him at some point or another. Seeing as they're now my closest (and in some ways, only) friends, it just goes to show that guys are never worth fighting for.

Of course, now we're all pretty sure that Brandon's gay. In our case, he really wasn't worth fighting over!
Whee, chili today! I love Dad's chili, it's the best stuff in the world. Lots of spices! And the best part is that I'm getting some to bring back up to school with me and I can have it whenever I want! Yes!

So, yesterday I met up with Tiffi again. After some heavy shopping (why, oh why do I ever agree to go to the mall with her? I always end up buying so much!), we went to Arby's and then back to my house to watch Serenity, which I had just bought at the mall. It was actually the only thing I was already planning to buy, so I don't feel guilty about it. I do feel guilty about the eight volumes of manga (there was a huge sale!), calendar (it was half off!), three sets of earrings (buy two get one free!), some hair clips and headband that I bought (er... they're pretty). Um. Right, anyway, I really had to do a lot of convincing to get her to watch Serenity, but she loved it so ha. :D Finally... we were going to go to a poker game, but my stomach started feeling urpy and I was tired, so I begged off.

Naturally, she made me feel as guilty as possible for backing out. I really wanted to go--and like she pointed out, I really need to socialize--but I just was not in the mood. Maybe some other time.

After she left, I read the first volumes of Negima! and MeruPuri. Negima! is all right (can we say fanservice? Yes, we can!), but MeruPuri is awesome. It's a really odd sort of storyline, but very cute and I just love it. The art is absolutely beautiful, too. I wish I'd gotten all the volumes they have out in English, but the store didn't have the second one. Dammit, the first thing I'm doing when I get back up to Toledo tomorrow is heading to the bookstore to check out their manga section.

Today, however, is errand/chore day. I have to finish up all my laundry, do my grocery shopping... er, that's basically it. But that'll take a lot of time! I also have to pick up a few odds and ends. I really want some more storage space in my room, so I want to look at some shelving units. Everyone in my suite dropped their meal plan, so we need to start buying enough food to actually keep us alive, rather than just enough food to get us by. I've been keeping my food in my dresser cubbyhole (Katie's actually using a dresser drawer), but I'm running out of room so I definitely need to see what I can find.
I had another lovely weekend at home with my family. What is it about growing up that makes family so much more likeable?

I met up with Tiffi on Saturday evening, and we spent a few hours hanging out, first at Arby's (an old hangout, actually, which is why I picked it) and then at the mall. The evil girl got me to buy five new volumes of manga. I stopped buying manga, but did she care? No! Hmph. In any case, I finally finished Imadoki! and Gravitation up. Even better, when I went to the checkout, it turns out that they were having a Buy 4 Get 1 Free deal, so I spent another five minutes trying to figure out what I wanted free. I had a little trouble because I knew which series I wanted, but not what volumes I'd stopped at. In the end, I grabbed the fifth volume of Yuu Yuu Hakusho. Oh, and of course, she lent me all of her Saiyuki, which was the whole reason for meeting up with her in the first place.

I have one exam per day on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I really should be studying for my French exam (that's the one that's tomorrow), but I can't bring myself to do it yet. French is going to be the tricky one. I'll need to look over math and astronomy just to brush up, but I'm going to have to study for French if I want to do well, and I hate studying. I can count on one hand the number of times I have studied in my entire life.

That's really rather sad, but it's just the way I am. I figure there's plenty of time tonight, and the exam isn't until 12:30 tomorrow afternoon. Plenty of time! And apparently there's donuts and coffee down in the dorm lobby from 9pm until midnight every day this week! That's very exciting for me. I love donuts!

Oh, and before I left home to head back up here, I called my old manager at JCPenney just to schedule the training we'd talked about the last time I was home, on Thanksgiving break. We got that all set up, I'm training for an hour on Friday and then working for five hours after that. Gee, just what I wanted, to spend my Christmas break working! Oh, well. It was my own choice and the money would be really nice.
I just finished up a drabble for [ profile] naruto100 and another theme for [ profile] 3measures within a few hours. Most prolific I've been since like... July of 2004. Geez.

I was focusing on downloading Gundam SEED and Gundam SEED Destiny, but I've been distracted by Full Metal Panic! I've spent the past... oh, two months trying to download GS and GSD and out of one hundred episodes, I have about twenty. Two days into FMP! and I've got the first five episodes halfway downloaded and I'm making good progress on FMP? Fumoffu! and FMP! The Second Raid. Yeah, that's definitely annoying. Nice, but annoying.

I'm really excited to start watching it, though. I think I'm going to love Sousuke.

I've also just finished talking to my friend, Tiffi. She's agreed to lend me all the Saiyuki manga and anime she owns, which I'm hoping is a fair bit. I know she loves the series, so I'm fairly sure she has a lot. Unlike me, she actually goes out and buys anime and manga. She's so honest... or maybe she just isn't able to download it. I don't really know. In any case, I've heard Saiyuki is really good and I've seen two episodes. I think it'll be interesting to watch and read. In light of this, I've made plans to go home this weekend (I hadn't decided if I was or not) and meet up with her on Saturday evening.

Oh, and I made Katie jealous. On Thursday, a mutual friend of ours (more Katie's than mine) invited me to the bible study group's Christmas party on Friday evening. I thought Katie was going and I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. It was only after I'd made the plans and hung up that I found out that Katie was not going because she was heading home for the weekend. For a time, I felt like slamming my head into the wall.

But despite an onset of nerves for hanging out with a group of people I barely know, I went to the party. And it was so much fun. I was there from just before 7pm until past midnight. I haven't laughed so hard in ages. It was kind of awkward at first, but once everyone arrived and we started the games and such... very nice. I think since Katie wasn't there as a safety net, I was forced to interact with people or else sit around bored all night. I think I made a few friends. In any case, it was tons of fun and when Katie came back today, I made her incredibly jealous because she'd wanted to go, she just had responsibilities that she couldn't avoid back home. So ha! It was awesome fun and she was sick with jealousy and disappointment that she missed it and all is well with the world. :D :D :D
I am very bad at updating my journal lately. I don't know what it is, it seems like life is going by so fast and it's so very hard for me to keep up! It's been a very stressful past few weeks.

Wednesday night brought some conversations I've been avoiding but knew would have to happen eventually. Katie invited me to have dinner with her bible study group. )

Oh, and Katie did indeed talk to her friend about having her teach us to knit. We're going to have lessons sometime soon, probably Wednesdays after their bible study group. I'm not sure how that's going to work out for me, as I don't go to their bible study group, but I haven't asked Katie about that yet because she seemed so excited about the timing of the lessons. *sigh* Still, I'm looking forward to it, even if I think I'll be horribly bad at it.

There are only a few weeks left of the semester, and most of next week is Thanksgiving break. My last final is on December 15th. I'm so anxious right now because it feels like there's a million things I have to do and I'm forgetting every single one of them. My head has been aching worse than ever. In math class this afternoon, it felt like my head was exploding. I seriously wondered if I was going to burst a blood vessel or something similar.

Katie and I are both desperately wanting to see Pride and Prejudice, the new one with Keira Knightley that just came out, but it's not in any of the theaters around here! There's a giant 16-screen cinema in the mall not five minutes away, but it's not showing it! Nor is anywhere within twenty miles of Toledo, and not in my hometown or hers. It's driving us nuts, especially me as I've been waiting for it to come out since I first heard of it, back at the beginning of this year. Until I figure out what do to about the whole thing, I've downloaded both the US and the UK trailers for the movie, and have taken to watching them over and over. It's kind of pathetic.

Earlier this week, I found out that I had nearly a hundred dollars on my school card I could use on any of the restaurants in the Student Union, and that if I didn't use them by the end of the semester, I'd lose them. I hadn't realized I could use them on those restaurants, and I'm just beside myself at my stupidity. There's going to be a lot of eating out before the semester ends. I'm down to $90. I had Pizza Hut for dinner yesterday and lunch today, and Katie asked if I wanted to grab something at 5. Maybe we'll have Chinese or hamburgers or something. There's some cool places in the SU. Ooh, and Starbucks! I've never had Starbucks before, my hometown doesn't have one.

My head's still bothering me, and I should really take a quick nap before dinner, but I just can't bring myself to.

ETA: Oh, and I've been thinking about something I discussed with Angie. She's always wanted to visit NYC and I love NYC, so I thought it would be neat if we went there sometime over the summer. If we bring along a few other people, it shouldn't be too horribly expensive. I did some checking really quickly, we can get a whole package with plane tickets and a hotel room for a week for around $500 per person (if we have four people). Not sure if it's a GOOD package, but I'll have to bring it up with Angie the next time I see her.

It was really amusing though, when we were talking about it. Angie's driven to Chicago twice at least, so she told me that she could drive in NYC because "they can't be that different, can they?" I was too surprised to say anything except that she couldn't. She said she thought she could. I couldn't figure out how to make her believe me, so I just told her that wasn't going to happen. I think I might've laughed. :/ She seemed kind of offended... but seriously, there's no way she could ever drive in NYC.
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( Sep. 28th, 2005 03:52 pm)
Two more exams down with nary a problem! I had trouble with Astronomy, but I still managed to pull a 90%, at least. And this afternoon was my French oral exam. We had to take it with a partner, but I'm not sure why that was really necessary. Mostly it was just individual questions, the only part we needed a partner for was a pretend phone conversation. My partner and I met up yesterday to work that out, so we did very well. We just had to memorize it! She tried to make it hard by only allowing minor notecards written in English, but if you write a short conversation out in French and memorize it, it is so much easier.

Something good did come out of working with an exam partner, though. He linked me to Facebook! L (my exercise buddy from over the summer, anyone remember?) has been urging me to join Facebook for ages, only she never told me what it was. I never asked, but that is not the point. So now I'm on Facebook. Maybe I'll get addicted, I heard it's addictive.

Actually, it is pretty neat. My cousin is on it, too, and so now I have a way to keep in contact with her regularly. And also a few friends from high school I haven't seen in years! There was no way I'd ever call them up and ask them to hang out, so it's nice to be able to just have a short little chat over the message system-thingie.

The only other thing of note worth mentioning is that my stomach appears to have settled down. I was getting kind of worried--for a while, I couldn't eat without getting sick. It started slowly enough, getting sick from certain foods in the dining hall, but last week I didn't eat there at all, and I was sick every day. I was just eating frozen dinners, something I've had a million times and I genuinely like, and it wouldn't be more than a half an hour after every single meal that I'd get sick. Didn't matter what I'd eaten, it wasn't staying.

My main worry was that I wouldn't be getting my meds--I take them with meals, so unless they're completely in the bloodstream within a half an hour, I wasn't keeping them in my body. I can handle getting sick with meals, I've had similar problems at times in the past (though not to the same extent), but I cannot handle... well, anything without my meds. I've also been kind of sporadic in remembering to take them because my schedule is so out of wack, and adding in the illness, I was getting kind of worried. But the day before yesterday, it seemed to calm down and I've been fine since then. Yay!
Okay. If you call me up at late at night and excitedly ask if I have to work the next day, because you want to hang out, and then say you'll call me at 3pm the next day to make plans, it would be REALLY NICE if you ACTUALLY DO CALL ME. Or y'know, even calling to say you've changed your mind and don't want to hang out after all would be nice.


The past few years, I have put up with so much shit from you, and sometimes I just get sick of it. Why bother having a best friend if you don't fucking respect me? I know it might not seem like I have much of a life, but sometimes I do actually do things, and so when you call, I tend to put off everything else I was planning to do so I can hang out with you.

So it's really fucking disappointing when you bail. And recently, you've been bailing a WHOLE FUCKING LOT.

Why should I even bother anymore, seriously? Why? I don't want a friend who doesn't want me.

ETA: ...figures. Two seconds after I post, I get the call. And I'm too wimpy to say fuck you in the face of really bad excuses. *sigh*
Just before 10 tonight, Jimmy decided (for reasons unknown to man or beast) to cook eggs for himself. Lovely, delicious, sunny-side up eggs. Yum.

When Brian saw Jimmy cooking eggs, he decided that he wanted eggs and (most likely) demanded that Jimmy make some for him, too! Jimmy (most definitely) refused, so Brian scowled and made his own eggs.

When I came home from work and saw one brother eating eggs and the other making them, I demanded that one of them make eggs for me, too! They both refused. Brian laughed, that rat fink. Jimmy, at least, had an excuse; he needed to take a shower. And he didn't laugh. He gets a bonus point in the best little brother contest I just decided to have.

I had to make my own eggs. How shocking! Usually I can at least convince one of them to do it for me. I have no idea why they agree to do it for me, but I think it's best I don't question my luck.

I did have to clean my navel ring first. Sometime during the five and a half hours at work, it became undeniably infected. (Before I went to work, it was deniable.) Augh. I called Angie on my way to my car, and asked her what it was she'd told me to use in the case of infection. She said Desitin Creamy.

...why is something used to treat diaper rash an effective treatment for an infected piercing?

I was really surprised when Angie answered her cell. I'd expected her to be at work, but she said that she was in Sandusky. She and Michael (her fiancé) are going to Cedar Point tomorrow. Funny, because L's going the day after tomorrow. Coincidence! I, of course, am not going at all. Ever. I like roller coasters, but not enough to put up with the boring drive. If it were next door and I could come home in five minutes, that would be okay. Otherwise, not so much.

Let's see... in other news, I talked to [ profile] naatz about serious stuff. Me, her, depression, liars, dragging down... all sorts of good things. I'm kinda worried about her. She's okay, but having trouble with a friend. Still, on another level it was nice. We don't talk as much as we used to, and I miss that. We do end up arguing a lot when we talk, because we're both stubborn people with different opinions on a lot of things we feel strongly about, but... Netta! Talking with Netta is happy times.

Yes, now I'm done. I had more to say, but... I've gone topic crazy! Look at all the tags! I think it's time to end this entry. I'll just talk about the rest some other time! Sometime when I'm less exclamation point happy!
I've just gotten back from the mall. Tiffi and I walked around for a couple hours, talked, made fun of stupid people... all sorts of fun things. It was great! I'd forgotten how fun she is.

Just before we left, though, she reminded me how completely oblivious I am. There were these guys at the cellular phone stand. I hate cell phone stands, especially after the last time I walked past one, I was too polite to just walk away and ended up talking to the employee for five minutes about how I didn't need a cell phone because I already HAVE a cell phone, and it was even the same company. Anyway, I don't like those stands in the mall.

So I try my best to ignore them, and if one of the guys working was looking at us, I chalked it up to evil cell phone guys who talk to me and make me miserable because I can't just walk away. Other than that, I mostly just tried to look anywhere other than that stand, because if you get eye contact, they start talking to you! Sometimes they talk even if you don't make eye contact, so I walk as fast as I can past them.

I'm wearing this really thin, really small burgundy t-shirt today. It's got a little lightning bolt just above my left breast, and it says "Metal Radio" in lightning-like lettering, and the M in Metal looks a lot like the M in the Metallica logo. It took me a second, but when one of the cell phone guys called out to me, "Metallica! I love Metallica! The M is just like Metallica" or something like that, I figured out what he was talking about. Of course, my shirt has abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with Metallica (it's American Eagle, for Chrissakes), so I just nodded, rolled my eyes and kept walking.

Then after we were away, Tiffi says matter-of-factly, "he was looking at your breasts."

Me: "...what?"
Tiffi: "The writing is right over your boobs, Jennie. He noticed the M because he was staring at your breasts."
Me: "...oh, god, you're right."
Tiffi: "I noticed they were staring at us the first time we passed, too."

And so it's shown that I am so incredibly oblivious. That would NEVER have occurred to me. And she's right, I think he probably was staring at my breasts. Wow. I just don't NOTICE guys staring and looking at certain areas and stuff. I just don't. further prove my point, I only know of like three times in my entire life that a guy checked me out, and for every one of those times, it was pointed out to me BY A FRIEND afterwards. It's actually rather sad, don't you think? Funny, but sad.