| Assingments I can never turn in |
[November 9
2009 ] |
Professor Ra ... Douche
Holy shit, Ra. I hate you and this stupid assignment. My first paragraph is about how I hate this assignment. My second paragraph is about how I hate you. My paper is about why you are a douche. For statistics, I will take into account the quantative findings of how many times I yelled, “Fuck you!” about you on a hill last night. In conclusion, you suck!
Oh, school. How lovely you are. I am so glad I am paying $40,000 a year for the privelege of feeling overwhelmed like this.
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| Why I can never go back to Applebees: A Tale of Humilation … And Steak Sauce. |
[September 3
2009 ] |
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So, I'm all settled in at Hollins now. It's nice; classes started today, but I'll get into them another day. I keep writing LJ entires in word files, and then not posting them because the Internet is hella flaky at the moment – the wireless situation is a complete lost cause at the moment, and my ethernet cable doesn't really stretch to where my desk/bed/computer are which makes that inconvenient. Despite all that, I'm still really happy to be back and I still really love my room. My roommate, Allison, is really nice and I think we're going to be pretty compatible living together. For one thing, she hearts the Sorkinese speak, too, so, you know, we speak the same sort of language.
My mom and grandma left this morning, which was sad. I managed to catch them for breakfast before my first AM class – not because I got up early or anything, of course. Rather annoyingly, I haven't been able to, um, sleep yet. (I'm blaming that on nerves for the moment.) I'm going to miss having them around, paying for all my meals … and you know, the company thing too or whatever. But mostly the food. And speaking of which, thanks to them, and Allison, I can now never return to the local Applebees.
( You Can Just Call Me A1 From Now On I Guess )
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| Something I wrote back on Sunday but couldn't post until now. |
[September 3
2009 ] |
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So I'm on my way back to Hollins. With my eighty year old grandma, and my Mom. Oh, yeah, this trip has been an adventure.
See, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, given who it is), my Dad couldn't get off work to drive down with us – which has a lot to do with us not knowing I was going back until the week before, but I digress. He of course was tragically and dramatically upset about this; he was actually crying when we left. My Dad doesn't really handle being alone very well; he's also a world class worry wort. So between the fact that my Mom and I were doing all the driving, and the fact that we both came down with killer summer colds he was pretty adamant in his belief that we were going to die horribly.
So far not so much with the dying though!
My grandma's along for the ride so that my mom will have someone to drive back with. And by drive back with I mean, of course, she's someone who'll wince every time my Mom accelerates. It's funny – grandma's fine with my driving, but she crosses herself every time my Mom takes the wheel. I don't know though, I think there's something to be said for going back to my Lady College with three generations of ladies in my carpool. It's all girl power-y, without anyone having to wear a Union Jack mini-dress … thankfully.
They're going to be staying in Roanoke with me (well not with me, with me, but you know...) until Wednesday, probably. I'm sort of on “Don't fuck it up” probation – in the sense that my mom's going to stay until we can get sessions set up with the counselors at my school so I don't slip back into, you know, another massive state of depression. Apparently it's considered ideal to actually eat and do schoolwork at college – something I sort of skipped out on the last time around.
All in all though, I think I'm ready to be back. *knocks on wood*
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[August 21
2009 ] |
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Zero - Yeah Yeah Yeahs |
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So! I'm going back to Hollins!
And you might be saying right now, "...This is news?"
Actually it is! I didn't know if I was going to be able to return until just yesterday. You know, I'm reading back through my journal and it's amazing how little I actually share about my life. You know how my parents sold the house? Yeah, about that! As it turned out the people buying our house decided, on the day of the closing, that they didn't actually want to buy our house anymore. So they didn't.
This screwed us over a ridiculous amount, financially and, you know, sanity-wise. I don't really know everything about how my parents have handled their money over the years, and even if I did I don't think it'd be my place to blab about it on the internet but ... they were really counting on the money from the sale of the house. So much so it put my returning to school in jeopardy. If they were even going to let me go back. Still, we applied for an emergency need based change in financial aid, hoping my school could help me out. Yeah, that was back in July. They finally got back in touch with us one day after tuition was due, and they were absolutely clueless as to what I needed and asked us to re-send all the information we'd already sent them. Despite their ... lack of organization, shall we say, the story has a happy ending, and it turns out for the past two years I've qualified for a Pell Grant, in addition to the loans/scholarships I already get. The reason why I didn't realize this? My mom's been filling out my FASA wrong. It was only a couple thousand dollars costing mistake; oy vey. But with the Pell Grant, financing my school year was something that was in real of possibility again.
But anyways! I'm going back, and that's awesome!
... I'm just scared out of my mind I'm going to fuck it up again.
But we're focusing on the happy-happy joy-joy for now.
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| ... Uhhhh |
[July 17
2009 ] |
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Now I'm That Bitch - Livvi Franc |
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Oh, God. I had been hoping my Dad had just misheard my Aunt on the phone when she called to tell the news. But no such luck.
My cousin and his wife actually named their child: Cullen.
Cullen, people. His name is Cullen.
I am going to have to love this child and his name is Cullen.
What the hell do you do when someone in your family names their child something you find completely dumb ass? I feel like this is a question for Pot Psychology.
In the mean time, help me think of nicknames.
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