Maternal Madness

My mom is driving me nuts. I'm gonna lose it. I now remember why I wasn't looking super forward to coming home even though I wanted a break from school. First off today she was on my case because I didn't get dressed until after noon. Let's see, I didn't get up until 11 and couldn't get into the bathroom until after 1. It's not like I had anywhere to go. Then she got on my case about the fact that I was laying on the couch reading a book. Well, she was cleaning the dining room and I didn't have anywhere to be or anything to do, so yeah, I sat down to watch TV and read. Then I didn't move my car back to our driveway from the neighbor's soon enough for her. And of course, I can never keep the dishes in the dishwasher kept up enough. Nevermind the fact that they were dirty and she was the one cooking, it's not that hard to rinse something and put it in the dishwasher when you use it (ok that rant is from yesterday). It just drives me nuts. I mean there are times when we get along great, but there are times that she just drives me nuts. And I'm so sick of her riding my ass about getting a job. I know that I need to get a job. I have no money. But it's not my damn fault that no one around here is hiring because the economy is so messed up. Ugh.

Lazy summer days

Ah it finally feels like summer. If I wasn't in the middle of cleaning right now because my family is coming over for a cookout for my birthday later, I'd be out on the swing in front of my room right now reading one of the books that I picked up from the library on Wednesday. I've already read 3 of the 6 books that I checked out.

That reminds me, I saw someone Wednesday that I hadn't seen in 3 years. I don't really know if I'd call him a friend, but our senior year we came to an understanding of sorts. I hadn't seen Matt since graduation, he'd gone out to California to study theater and he'd spent the last 3 years out there. He was with his woman and I had a pile of library books in my arm and we were in the middle of the mall parking lot (the library is in the mall, how cool is that?) so it was more of a "hi, how are you? really? cool." type of thing and he told me that he was moving either to New York or to London for theater. I just can't help but think that someone that I went to school with is going to possibly be a Broadway star or a star in London and feel happy and jealous at the same time. He's a great actor though, brought me to tears when he played Otto Frank in "The Diary of Anne Frank" our senior year, there was just so much emotion in his acting. Yet I've got this itty bitty little bit of jealousy that he's going all over to these great things and here I am, 3 years older and still living at home with my parents in lil ol Bay City. I know that my way lies down a different path, and that I'm going to be a great tech when I graduate next year, but the ol green eyed monster is still there. We all have a different path to take, but sometimes I wonder about my road not taken.

But speaking of friends Jeff from school called me Thursday morning to wish me a happy birthday. I hadn't seen him since our pathophysiology final so that was a pleasant surprise (and to all you matchmakers out there, he's twice my age, married, and with a kid, so don't go thinking what I know that you're thinking). We just had a little bit of time to catch up because I had my job interview but I found out that he changed his major once again, and I was kinda sad because we were going to have classes together once again this fall (we've had at least one class together each semester except for last fall). But he's gotta do what he's gotta do. I just hope that he can handle the nursing curriculum. As Jess would say, "He's a good doobie."

I miss Ferris. I never thought that I'd say that but I miss my friends that I hung out with up there. They're all scattered across the state, but I may be going to Big Rapids next Thursday to celebrate Jill's 21st birthday and then if I can get a job and get the time off Jess and I are going to go see Sister Hazel at the Intersection on the 30th. (Sorry Grandma, I'll do something for your birthday another day). Plus if I'd stayed at Ferris, I'd have a job right now. Bob Evans was supposed to call by 4pm Friday if I was recommended for a 3rd interview. They didn't call. I called a boat towing company because that looked like it'd be a fun job but they said all the positions have been filled but they took my information down anyways, so that's a maybe still. I don't want to work but I need the money. Blah. I like my lazy summer days

Birthday

I can feel the hangover building already. Where'd I put that aasprin? I don't even feel like i drank that much, but by my standards I drank way more than I've ever drank before. Usually it's one wine cooler or one bottle of smirnoff or something. Hell, 5 jello shots gave me a hangover once. Tonight I had 4 wine coolers, a mucho mudslide, and a bailey's ice cappuccino.

Lesse, other than the drinking, I had my 2nd interview this morning. That went ewll other than them losing my appliacation. Went and treated myself to breakdast afterwards aand then came back home nad hung out for a while, curled up in the sun and read a book outside and then went and treated myself to lunch then went over to see Grandma M and got my card from her. Mom got home from work and I got part of my gift, including the wine coolers, and I hung out while they went to a meeting and drank all 4. Then we went to applebees and i had the mudslide and the bailey's iced cappusccino.

Yes, I know there's speeling mistakes in here, I'm just to lazy to dfizx them and I'm too buzzed to really care

On Music

You walk into my room and I can guarantee that you'll hear music playing. It's just one of those things. Mainly because I need some kind of noise, but mainly because I love listening to music. It's like a view into the songwriters mind. And it's oh so easy to match music to your mood. I look at my shelf and see everything from CD's that I got when I was younger (Yes, I'll admit to owning the Spice Girls), soundtracks to various movies, 80s, Latin, rock, boy bands, Enya, classical, Christian, swing, one hit wonders, the CD from the guys down the hall when they were a new band, and many others. I've got a bit of everything on my shelf. And there are times that I'll listen to it all (except that Spice Girls CD, that's buried somewhere). To me listening to music is often an escape. I can just get lost in it, let my mind wander with the music there to guide me or draw me back to reality. It's how I set my stress free. There was a day last semester when I was really stressing because I had a huge midterm over 20 chapters of material and I got back to my room in between classes and I cranked my music (it was 11am) and started singing along with my playlist. I had my speakers cranked all the way and was singing as loud as I could. Woke my suitemate up, but I didn't really care because I felt better. I was able to relieve my stress through the right tune, even if I did murder it.

There's just something about music. It hits you down to the soul and makes you want to move. I don't know how many times I was glad that people couldn't see me dancing around my room and singing. I was just inspired to move by the music, I could feel it in me, like it was becoming an extension of me, it was a part of me all the way down to my soul. Music is my inspiration

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Finally some good news

I was about to get into the shower this morning (a full hour earlier than my usual shower time) when the phone rang. Grumbling, I answered it because I knew my dad was expecting a call and I had a message to pass on for him if the person called. But it wasn't for him. It was for me. I have a job interview at 2:45 this afternoon with Bob Evans. Woo! I think I'm a shoe-in for the job too.

Kinda freaky

Ok so the Bishop of my dioseces at home died about a month ago of cancer. We knew that he'd been suffering for a few months and that treatment wasn't going as it hoped. Well today in church I learned that Bishop Britt of the dioseces of Grand Rapids died last week of a stroke. That totally took me by surprise because he's the bishop of where I go to school and he'd just been appointed Bishop about 3 months ago when Bishop Rose retired. That's just a little TOO weird and coincidental for my liking

Ugh

I just found out that Jess can't come up on Thursday to celebrate my birthday and Jill may not be able to either. Gah, what kind of way to spend my 21st birthday if I can't have my friends here to go out with. Life sucks.

The ramblings of a lonely heart

I'm lonely. That's simple enough to say. Now that I'm at home, I feel alone. At school, I'm surrounded by people my own age that I can hang out with when I feel like and ignore when I want to be alone, but at home it's different. I don't really talk to anyone from my graduating class anymore. I don't care to talk to them, I didn't really fit in when I was in HS. I was always the outsider, even in the group of people that I hung out with. It seemed that I was always included as an afterthought. It sucked. I was used by people that I thought were my friends and I wasn't always included in group activities, but oh well, I'm past that now. I've made better friends at college. But missing friends isn't the only place where I'm lonely. I want a real relationship. I thought that I had a relationship before, but that was just a fantasy world. I want someone to go watch a movie or go to a concert with. I want a friend, a partner, someone to curl up with on a stormy day (it's not like I haven't had enough of those lately). I want someone to be happy with and to spend time with. I want to fall in love. Is that too much to ask?

More blech

So last night I was doing a little more job hunting and see that Covenant still has both positions that I applied for open. GAH! That just pisses me off to no end. I mean, I'm qualified for the position. Gimme a fricking chance here people!

Blech

I send in my application and resume to a hospital. Nuttin. Guess I need to call them now. I hate searching for a job, it really sucks, but I really need to find one for the summer, I'm running low on the money and don't have enough to pay my bills throughout August. Blech. I'm trying to avoid retail, but that just may be where I end up, even though I'd love to work in a hospital just to get some work experience for next year when I graduate. Damn you Bush! Damn you!

I'm gonna do it

I spoke out against them so much that I can't believe that I'm actually going to go on one. I'm going to go on a *gulp* low carb diet. I know that I eat too many carbs as it is, and besides, I'm going to do it the healthy way and pick healthy carbs. The 9 grain breads and stuff like that. I can do this. I need to lose weight. A lot of my summer clothes don't fit and I don't like that feeling. I want to be buying smaller clothes, not trying to wiggle my way into the ones that I already have. I can do this.

Is voting democratic a sin?

Bishop gives Communion Warning to Voters

First off, this Bishop is waaaaaaaaaay out of line in my opinion.

Secondly, personally I believe that what you vote is between you and your conscience. There's no way in hell that I'm voting for Bush this year. I support stem cell research, I believe that abortion should only be allowed in situations where the mother's life is in danger and that partial birth abortion is evil and a sin. I also believe that if 2 people love each other than they should be given the rights of a couple, regardless of gender. So what does that make me? The person that's going to vote for the person that's going to screw her over the least.

And stuff

So for some strange reason unbeknownst to me, the stray cat that lives under our front porch decided to get in a fight with some other mystery animal at 5:30am. Right outside my bedroom window. My bedroom window that was wide open. I haven't heard hissing and snarling like that in a long time. Just why at 5:30am when I'm trying to fall back asleep after waking up for some unknown reason. Blech.

I pulled out half of our bed of tiger lillies today. Going to take some over to my grandma tomorrow and then continue pulling out more of the ones that survived today's hack and whack. There's just too many of them!

And if someone is still reading this or speaking to me at all, you have to give people time to process information and come up with a response. I'm sorry that you're hurting, but you did bring some of it on yourself. And I'm sorry that I wasn't able to respond fast enough for your liking because I was on the phone with my grandmother. And I'm sorry that you're the only person that has a problem with me being me.

Smells of summer

I love the smells of summer. I'm sitting here in shorts and a sleeveless shirt with my window wide open smelling the lilacs that I just picked from out back with my window wide open smelling the fresh cut grass from next door. I just love it!

Natural selection at its finest and other random ramblings from my mind

So apparently we had this Mourning Dove that had decided that it liked our garage for its nest and it was driving my family crazy. Well Saturday night we got back from going out to eat and Dad opened the garage and let me and Mom out of the car and started to swear as the bird flew out of the garage and as I turned around to watch it fly down the road I see this owl swoop down at the bird and then feathers anywhere. As dad was coming out of the garage, still cussing out the bird, I turned and told him that his problems were no more and that an owl had got the thing. We all laughed about that. Natural selection at its finest.

I went to the doctor today about my ankle. Good thing mom works for a group of orthopedic surgeons. Luckily it's not broken. Just sprained. And I have a cyst in my ankle. Goodie! I go and get fitted for a brace for my ankle tomorrow and then go to physical therapy on Wednesday. What a great way to start summer vacation...

Was shopping with mom tonight. There are no cute summer dresses out in the stores. Everything is hideous and I have no cute summer dresses. Major suckage.

In search of: 1 cute single male. Ages 21-29. Must like nights listening to thunderstorms and general mushy closeness. Apply in comment section.

Unpacking sucks. Where'd I get so much junk.

Gas is so fricking expensive. If I get this job this summer, half of my pay is going to go into gas. Need more fuel efficient car.

I'm lonely. Someone help me

Woo!

On Mother's day, it's our family tradition to go to Soaring Eagle Casino in Mt Pleasant. After about 20 minutes there today, I was ready to go.

No, I wasn't broke. I was up $200.

Go me!

And Grandma won $175, while mom and dad both lost. Ah well, I won

Figures

It's the day that I have to move. Of course that means only one thing. It's pouring outside. Happens every time. Shouldn't have guessed that today would be any different. Blech.

Going home

I'm sitting in my room right now surrounded by controlled (well semi-controlled) chaos. I'm trying to pack what I can so that packing goes quicker when my dad gets here in the morning. Trying to get as much done now so that I can get out of here sooner. It seems kind of wierd though. I've been here at school since August of 2002. The longest period of time that I've spent at home since then has been 3 weeks at a time. I'm going to go crazy this summer. I almost went crazy over Christmas break when I was at home, and like I said, that was only for 3 weeks. I'm going home for 3 months. And I need to find a job too. I'm so broke right now.

It just seems weird to be going home. I've been at school on my own for so long that I don't feel like going home and living under my parent's rules again for 3 months. And dealing with my brother all summer long too. Ah well, I'll get to go out on my aunt's boat again this summer. I'm ready to sail again, even if I do have to get my sea legs back again.

Summer isn't going to be all that bad

I'm a cover model!

You heard me right! I'm a cover model!

Ok, so it's nothing big, but I'm on the front of the College of Allied Health Science recruitment brochure. Kinda cool since they'll probably have that thing around for a while. I'm immortal!



Oh and thanks a lot Y-102. Thanks to that stupid radio station I have "Disco Duck" stuck in my head. ARG!

My love of Tiger Balm, part 2

For part 1, see here

So my shoulders were bugging me again tonight. No biggie. Took the requsite 3 motrin and nothing happened. Unfortunately that meant that I needed to go to the store because I was out of motrin. So I went to the store and down the pain reliever aisle there was tiger balm and tiger balm patches.



I'm in love. My left shoulder was bugging me so I put one on in Jill's car on the way to Big Lot's and by the time we left the store 5 minutes later I was feeling awesome. So we got back to campus and my right shoulder blade area was bugging me so I moved the patch. My shoulders haven't felt this good during a flare up in a long time.

I'm in love with Tiger Balm!

New Comments

Ok so enetation was pissing me off. I switched comment systems, so feel free to add your wisdom once again.

And work has me real upset right now. Maybe I'll post about it later

I just don't get it

My dad has been un/underemployed for over a year. His W2 showed that he made money last year because of his severance pay. He wasn't able to draw unemployment until last month, after 14 months of being unemployed, and what do I get for financial aid in the fall? Loans, loans and more loans. I try to go see if I can get work study and they tell me that all the money has been given out and they won't consider applications for it until the fall. I don't have enough financial aid to cover the fall semester, and my parents can't afford to pay for my school and neither can I.

What am I supposed to do? I'm trying to get a good paying job for the summer. Why do they give work study to people who don't need it. One of my friends was awarded it and she's doing her student teaching in the fall. *sigh*

Ah well, I'm just going to be REALLY annoying this summer and call the financial aid office every Monday and see if they're taking applications for work study yet. As soon as they say yes, I'm going to apply for it. Screw you Ferris State!

50 ways to fail an exam

1. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh gee, better get cracking," and scribble furiously. Turn it in a few minutes early.

2. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!"

3. If it is a math or science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer or essay exam, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol.

4. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril.

5. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read the questions aloud and debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out sarcastically, "I'm so sure you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.

6. Bring cheerleaders.

7. Walk in, get the exam, and sit down. About five minutes into the exam, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand any of this. I've been to every lecture this semester! What's the deal? And who are you? Where's the regular guy?"

8. Bring a video game. Play with the volume at max level.

9. On the answer sheet find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example, write "I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs". Be creative.

10. Bring pets.

11. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor and say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.

12. Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every fifteen minutes.

13. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers.

14. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.

15. Come down with a bad case of Turet's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.

16. Complete the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For maths or science exams, try using Roman numerals.

17. Bring things to throw at the instructor when she or he is not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.

18. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.

19. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay.

20. Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, and continue with the exam.

21. Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes in. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.

22. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB. BABE. etc..).

23. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.

24. Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, swear loudly and walk out triumphantly.

25. Arrange a protest before the exam starts. You could threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink.

26. At some point during the exam, start crying for mommy.

27. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him or her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper."

28. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.

29. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera," until they drag you away.

30. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam.

31. Upon receiving the exam, look it over. While laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? 'Days of our Lives' is on!"

32. Bring a water pistol with you. Enough said.

33. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to 'Jeopardy'. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to 'The Bridge on the River Kwai'.

34. Start a brawl in the middle of the exam.

35. If the exam is maths or science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Work PI and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.

36. Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.

37. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation.

38. Bring cheat sheets from another class (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam) and staple them to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit."

39. When you walk in, complain about the heat. Strip.

40. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask him or her to work it out for you.

41. Wrestlemania.

42. Bring balloons, blow them up, and start throwing them around like they do before concerts start.

43. Try to get people in the room to do the Mexican wave.

44. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room.

45. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.

46. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, and telegrams sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam.

47. During the exam, take apart everything around you. This includes desks, chairs, and anything you can reach.

48. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.

49. Bring a musical instrument with you and play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, claim "it helps me think." Bring a copy of the student handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the phrase "Told you so".

50. Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why Professor (name) Sucks

Sonuva

Gah! My computer got hit by that fucking Sasser worm. Now I can't get rid of it! I got my computer restored to the point where I can run it without it crashing all of the time, but my Norton AntiVirus is going crazy with popups saying that there's a virus on my computer. I'm trying to get rid of it! Be gone wretched worm! Be gone to the depths of nine Correllian hells!

Any help that people can give is GREATLY appreciated.

*happy dance*

I just found out today that I was awarded a $200 scholarship from the Bay Area Community Foundation for next year. It's not much but it will help. :-D