Bad Luck

I just have to say that computers hate me... friends don't let me near your computers!!!!!! I was at work today and my computer pooped out... died... fizzed up... whatever you want to call it...  it died a little, uneventful death. Poor thing. 

Computers hate me... and I just learned that it's probably going to cost me $150 to get mine fixed... yikes!!!! That's a mouthful of cash right there!!!

But... you gotta do what you gotta do, right?????

yuck.... I could buy a lot of stuff with that. 

Oh, poo...my computer sucks

I'm so sad at the moment because my real computer is ill...it has, like, 50 billion viruses. I admit, it's my fault. I have ignored the pleas and the cries and the constant warnings that popped up on my screen...sue me.

Well, now I'm in the doghouse. I can AIM people BUT I can't go online (which is a weird conundrum if I do say so myself). I'm stuck checking my e-mail in the computer lab at school. Yuck. I want my own computer again, no matter how slow and stupid it was...ouch, I'm sorry. Did I say slow and stupid? I meant patient and sweet. Does that make a difference? No? Okay then.

My life gets busier and busier as the weeks continue. I'm taking about 18 units, working a few hours, and working at an internship. NOT TO MENTION...I'm supposed to be writing a few news articles for the newspaper. So, yea...not a simple life. But it's working out okay. I'm not losing my hair yet (positive thing) or going to the hospital (which is even more positive!) but I am feeling out of place in a dance that I feel like laughing at...modern...don't ask. I wouldn't be able to explain if you did.

Humdeedum.

Well..I'm off. I just wanted to explain that while I wanted to post more this semester...my computer is acting like a poop so it will be quiet on the western front for a while.

Toodles.

I need some new pictures on here...

Its that time...I need to add some pictures of the life that occurs around me. Unfortunately the hook-up to my camera is at home...so the only pictures that I can add are, sadly, old. But I shall put one on anyway. If you can't tell...it's a baby stroller in a tree. Who knew someone could be that strong... now where's the baby?

I've started my second week of school. It's pretty busy. What's sad is I'm up late AND I have work tomorrow at 8 a.m. I just don't feel like going to sleep yet. Instead. I feel like rambling, ramling, rambling. That's what my mind is doing...I can hear my neighbor's outside my window right now...probably drunk, as usual, but that's what I get for living on a college campus. After living here, I can pretty much live anywhere. I don't care about noise really. As long as someone is not absolutely POUNDING on my door at night and screaming...I'm pretty good.

HAHAHA....life is much better here anyway. More quiet...calm...I have a private room where I can relax when I please. I miss my old room mates but I still get to see them whenever I want... and I hope there are no hard feelings. I don't think so... but I'm letting it roll over me anyway because I'm much more content. Right now, anyway.

I expect to be for awhile.

I feel like I'm constantly writing cover letters at the moment...ooooo, my future awaits!!!!....but seriously, in the last few days I've written two cover letters explaining why I am perfect for this and that job. What I REALLY want to say is:

"PLLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEE hire me? Will you will you will you?"

But that's not professional now is it?

It's almost midnight...I must sleep....yes yes yes...sleep sleep sleep.

Good night.

All I really wanted to do was add a new picture of some sort.

Yay! Back at School

I know most people would think that being back at school would be a BAD thing, but, you see, no one really understands my constant need to be doing things. And, of course, I've actually already gave myself TOO MUCH to do. I can tell. I just know....I have this...feeling. Like the song. FEELINGS.

First of all, I'm taking 18 units. Sure, 6 of these units are dance, but, hey, it's still time that's being used up. I could be doing homework...working...things like that. Second, I have another internship. Third: I have work. Fourth: I'm now volunteering on the weekends. There is also a possibility that more will be brought on, especially considering the theatre and what being a part of that theatre entails.

BUT I like it that way. I already wrote about how bored I was at home...and if I didn't cover that well enough...well, I was bored at home. I liked the break...but four weeks of break at home was quite a bit. I'm enjoying the fact that I have a definite schedule now. It's nice. That and NOTHING is running into one another like last semester, so I'm sure I'll be much happier about that.

Being back at school is better for more than just the creation of a schedule. Now I'm with my friends. We all partied last night and it was a lot of fun. I enjoy hanging with my friends but back in Modesto there isn't much going on. Besides that, all my friends are gone. They all live in the Bay Area now. Which rocks for them but...yea...left behind. Grrrrrrrrrrr.....

NOW I'M BACK BITCHES.

Whew...had to get that out...

Now I'm just rambling but that's okay. I'm just enjoying this. I'm also enjoying the fact that I actually have internet again. BUT that was my fault. I signed up for the internet on Monday and, by Friday I hadn't gotten any connection in my room. Honestly, I was unhappy about this. Incredibly. I was about to go to the tech guys on our campus when I thought I would try one more thing... I looked at the plug. Guess what? IT WAS IN THE DIAL-UP CONNECTOR.

Of course, I look around: "Does anybody see? No, okay...switch."

NOW IT WORKS. But that was obvious now wasn't it?

I'm REALLY glad I didn't go to the tech guys. They're already sexist. If I told them my problem, I could already imagine the looks. Not cool.

I'm watching "It's Me or the Dog". Did anyone know that the Australian Shepherd actually was not created in Australia at all but North America? Crazy. I also thought that was the case...or something similar but, yea...nothing to do with Australia.

I love this program. It makes me laugh. Or cringe. I've cringed before at this show. I'm learning how to take a nervous dog for a walk. This will work for me because Molly hates walks. She's terrified. Doesn't even like to really leave the house unless a frisbee is involved.

Well...I'm off.

Winter Break

I've realized that I live like a princess. Whether that realization is a good thing or bad thing means nothing to me but I just realized this today as I was lying on my bed, reading a book. I found that I live much like princesses do either in medieval times, history, or in any fairytale book that someone would read.

For example: I am able to sleep as long as I want. I could sleep all day if I wanted to. This isn't necessary healthy but I can. Nothing stops me from doing it except for my obsession to actually be doing something throughout the day.

Another example: I take lessons. Sure, I have a job but I go to school and on my free time I am able to read and draw and write and watch television...I mean, you name it and I can do it. Don't princesses take lessons too?

Finally: I can shop and buy things for myself. I have that ability. JUST NOW I'm really starting to pay attention because now it's my money and not an allowance or something. That's crazy!!!

Now, I'm not saying this is a good realization. I'm partly glad that I'm realizing this because I now see how good my life is and how spoiled I am. BUT these days are quickly fading. Soon, I will be joining the work force of life and everything will change. I'm kind of sad...but not really. I mean, think about it: do I really want to be spoiled all my life? Sure, it's good now, but eventually my obsessive compulsiveness is going to make me want to DO things like clean and stuff.

While some people like this realization and want to make it last, I'm not sure. I like the freedom but...who knows?

For now I'll be a princess...but I've never been so offended before.

TOMORROW is the day that Elliot, my foster love, is going back to the shelter. I have to say...I'm rather sad. I've gotten attached to the little bugger. I've been conditioning myself for this next chapter in Elliot's life, but he's enjoying himself so much at my house! I'm sure he thinks that he lives here now and is happy to be away from the shelter and...sleeping on the couch. He's happy I'm sure. I'm just now worried that no one is going to understand him! He's so quirky and shy but once you get past that barrier...well, he's really a sweetheart! He lovebites, but doesn't want to?

Anyway...tomorrow I say good bye to the little fluffball and I'm sad. Poo. He's too sweet to go away now.


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