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| Un-Happiness |
| 01.29.07 (8:06 pm) [edit] |
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My mother often asks, "Are you happy? You don't seem happy? Are you a happy child?"
I can right this second say, No, I'm not happy, even in general. Jeremy was most likely rejected from a formal interview/job at Southwest Airlines, I started school again just to take stupid lower division classes just so that I can be "enrolled" for the next time I fail the portfolio revue (really stupid classes; when a teacher asks you to break and groups and talk amongst yourselves, that means, "I don't have enough lecture material to fill the class time," I still don't have medical insurance, and I'm out of birth control and not sure how I'm going to get so more, I broke my phone this morning, and I was rudely awakened to the fact that they are raising our rent by $100-150 starting in April. Yeah, I'm not a happy person. Nothing is good. And I'm not happy. Current Mood:  pissed
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| 01.25.07 (10:59 pm) [edit] |
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Since I haven't updated in awhile...
Jeremy and I went to Las Vegas. It was fun, mostly uneventful. It was freezing cold, litterally, some of the fountains were frozen. There is nothing worth seeing past Treasure Island. We went to two different time share presentations and accumulated $100 for Planet Hollywood (which we spent $90 of, because how many Planet Hollywoods are there nowadays? 7), tickets to the Mandalay Bay Shark thing, $75 of Excalibur food, and two-night-three-day stay at the Excalibur for sometime in the next year. So, I guess we're going back! Driving to was a little fun, driving back was a pain. Jeremy and I have also since coming back bought a hamster. She is so freakin' adorable! It won't let us touch it much yet. And right this second it is vainly chewing like a jackhammer on the cage bars to get out. I've never had a pet beyond goldfish in kindergarten/first grade. I love watching it. Going back to work was a drag. Going back to school is a drag. I don't feel like I'm getting very far with either. I feel trapped in both; trapped in school because I have to waste another semester not going forward in the animation program, and wasting more time and money not doing anything in school. At work, I'm in a job where in about a month I will finally recieve health benefits, and if I were to leave, I would throw that away, and if I stay even longer, I can get paid vacations and other crap. Cute little thing next to the computer. I wish it would let us hold it. |
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| San Francisco |
| 01.13.07 (8:08 pm) [edit] |
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San Francisco was great.
I made sure they went everywhere touristy worth going (sorry, Pier 39, you just suck). And by they, I mean Jeremy's aunt and grandma. We went to (got slightly lost) the Pacific Ocen, Haight/Ashbury, (got lost; printed directions prove more and more useless over my own instincts everytime I go) past Japantown, drove through the Persidio, across the Golden Gate Bridge, Palace of Fine Arts, Fort Mason marina, Fisherman's Warf, had lunch at Joe's Crab Shack for Jeremy's birthday, had a sundae at Ghirardelli, down Lombard, drove sorta thru Chinatown (it was Chinatown but not Grant St. Not sure how that happened), Coit Tower, along the Embarcadero, past the stadium, back to the Haight, (got horribly lost on the way and eventually ended up around the Castro district), finally got to the Haight, and got out of town. I made sure his aunt got her picture taken in front of every possible recognizable San Francisco landmark. The grandma stayed mostly in the car, fretted about the Golden Gate Bridge and Fisherman's Wharf, and gave time updates for what the current Kentucky time was. They had a good time. It was a beautiful day except it was probably in the high 30's and windy as anything. I had a great time (I usually do in that town). I can't believe in less than 2 days Jeremy and I will be in Vegas for our honeymoon! Then school starts again... I was starting to like this doing nothing stuff... |
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| Congradulations! You have... |
| 01.10.07 (11:38 pm) [edit] |
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Tonsillitis!
In nearly 24 years, my tonsils have never bothered me. This morning when I accidentally erased this post I was in a lot more pain than I am now. Now I am more uncomfortable than in excruciating swallowing-related pain. And we barely talked about the ankle that is still bothering me somewhat. In cartoons when a character is sick, they often get covered with random polka dots. (As a sort of slap-you-over-the-head way to say, "This character is very ill with some unknown disease...but is very ill") I have never seen this in real life until now. I bought a flashlight just to see this phenomenon. It is so gross, yet I can't look away. And no, that is not a self-portrait. I wanted really to call in sick today. But we desperately need the money. Especially since next week's check is going to be dismal and I really can't afford for it to be. Current Mood:  not great. Maybe I will be able to eat solid food by Friday.
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| I feel like an old lady |
| 01.09.07 (12:20 pm) [edit] |
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Seriously, I'm falling apart. It feels like lately it's always something.
Two weeks before Christmas I caught a very nasty cold. Just as I started to feel better, finals got over, and within hours my cold came back. A few days after I came back from Christmas, I felt tired and weak. My back was tingly and I had chills. Right before New Year's, Jeremy and I discussed going to the city to see the holiday lights. But it hurt so bad to flex my foot that I could barely walk. I had New Years Day off. So I rested and felt better when I went back to work. On Friday, the pain started again, although not nearly as excruciating. Thinking, I should probably go to a doctor about my ankle, Jeremy hurried to try and get me insured and to a doctor before I had to be walking all over Las Vegas. That insurance is pending...and pending...and pending... About the time my ankle started to not hurt so bad, my throat started to hurt so bad I couldn't swallow even my own saliva without causing great pain. So I am now going uninsured to the doctor that my parents are going to pay for. By tonight I will probably be insured. I guess it is too much to ask that I be healthy and physically normal for a week or two. No colds, sore throats, back pains, chills, chronic fatigue, searing ankle pain, headaches, just no nothing! Everything running at the optimum! Current Mood: feeling poorly
Edit: Coincidentally, here is a comic strip from This Modern World about the very issue I seem to be having:  I am still in the counting down the days mode. And after that, I can't even think about quitting. I was pissed with my last paycheck. I didn't get paid for Christmas like everyone else because I am under something called "The new contract" or the "Fuck You Contract" in which I don't get paid for holidays, or triple time on all 3 of the holidays (funny, I count at least 7 observed holidays) and somehow, although I intend to find out how, it's all Wal-Mart's fault. Jeremy had never even heard that Wal-Mart was evil till he met me. I was feeling a little guilty about my parents spending this much money on me. But then I realized he should have cared last April when I was still being paid for by him. |
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| Toll Booth |
| 01.01.07 (7:10 pm) [edit] |
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Wow. I apparently just got a photograph of my car blowing through a toll booth on that stupid bridge between SF and Sac...last March.
Wow. I know I said that already. And apparently my punnishment for this "crime" that I truly believe I did not commit is the $3 i owe them, and then an extra $25. I am pissed, mostly on principle that I did not do this. However, I have no recourse. I cannot prove that I did not do this thing that I did not do. And after consideration, I do remember passing through the booth on the way to spring break from the tidepools. The only thing I can do is call them a liar. the last time I called a state traffic-type official a liar, the judge said, "No, he's not. He has a magic paper, you have nothing. Pay up." I am surprised to this day that bastard's pants did not spontaneously combust. I can't imagine why this time would be any different. I say, "I didn't do it, you're a liar" And they can say, "No, we're not. We have a magic paper. Pay up." So, another lesson learned...the hard way. Never go through a toll booth without getting a receipt. Incidentally, who says CalTrans isn't a gloriously efficient government agency? I mean, 10 months to send out a fine? How long does it take to track down a licence plate? Current Mood:  pissed
What's on: Twilight Zone - The Last Rights of Jeff Myrtlebank This lightheadedness thing can't be good... |
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