Saturday, I turned 23! I know it's not one of the "milestone ages" but it was still a big birthday for me. I stayed here at school for my birthday weekend instead of spending it with family. I hung out with some cool roommates, made cookies, including my fave OATMEAL SCOTCHIES!!. I absolutely love those cookies. This week, it's nose to the grind, what with my senior seminar Major Oral Presentation coming on November 2nd.By that date, I need to not only have the presentation done, but practically the paper in order to have something to put into the presentation. I am nervous as hell with this.
I learned last week that one of the classes I need to take next semester I have to take by arrangement (meaning meet with a professor during their office hours) because they shifted the rotation of that class. It used to be offered only every spring semester, and it's now been shifted to every fall semester. It should be interesting.
My sister's deployment date has been pushed back about 10ish days. That's the military for you. On one hand, I'm glad she doesn't have to leave yet. But on the other hand, I would understand if she just wants to get it over with so she can get back to her son.
Things with the roommate are... going. I got a little bit aggrevate with her this past week. You see, for the majority of this past few weeks, she's been staying at her "surrogate mom's" house, plus she got a new phone. Don't confuse this with being jealous of the new phone, because I'm not. I'm peeved with the fact that she can't seem to adjust the volume on the keyboard of her phone. So whenever she's texting and she has it on loud, it's LOUD. Also, two weeks ago, we had the health and safety inspections at the dorm. She bagged up her trash, but did not take it out. Last week, she was here only through Tuesday afternoon, which when I came back to the dorm room, it REAKED from the trash in those bags. So I texted her to see when she was coming back.. no response. I did this again the next day... I got one response to my multiple texts. So I texted her Thursday asking if it was okay to take her trash out, in case there was stuff in there that she didn't want thrown out, because I noticed dishes and utensils in the bags, along with empty tuna cans/pouches. She also had a ravioli dish sitting on her desk, along with the can that both had remnants in it. They both were molding over! So I took the dish downstairs and soaked it enough to get the molded food out of it, and threw her trash away, dishes and all. It was not my responsibility to dig through her trash to get her dishes out of it. I had even given her an extra day after she gave me permission to throw it out in case she remembered there were dishes in there.
She came back tonight. This is the first time I've seen her in the room since Tuesday morning when she woke me up at 5:30AM (she was getting ready for work). This brings me to one of my other aggravation. Her job at the school has her getting up at 5:30 in the morning. We've talked several times, with me asking her to please try to be quiet in the morning, since I don't have to get up at that hour (my earliest class during the week is 9am, so the earliest I need to get up is 7:30ish), along with please shut the room door all the way, even though it is difficult. I get it's hard to shut the door quietly if it's to be shut all the way since the maintenance request the RA supposedly put in two weeks ago still has yet to be out through (along with the downstairs girls bathroom getting the light bulbs-- they're showering in pitch black since all the bulbs blew out!) I conceded that I don't care if the door is loud, and yet every time I go to get up in the morning the door is open if she's been there that morning.
I have not spoken more than 5minutes worth of conversation with her since she got back. The most we talked was her asking me what I did this weekend, with me responded drinking... and celebrating my BIRTHDAY (even with facebook notifications- multiple mutual friends writing on my wall-, it took me telling her this past weekend was my birthday to get a half-hearted "happy birthday" from her") Since then, there's been a wall of silence from both of us. I really am not that miffed, though I don't really like the creepy looks over her shoulder at me while she was on her computer. But whatever.
I've made some strides in looking into possible post-graduation jobs at animal shelters around my hometown. I figure I'll need to volunteer at them for awhile, so they'll know firsthand of my knowledge of handling animals besides Earl. Then when a job I'm qualified for opens up, I apply and hope for the best. This doesn't mean I won't go for a job at the zoo, or at Chase or any other place, but that's where I really want to be- making a difference with animals. All but one of the dogs from my childhood have been adopted from a shelter. Lexie we got from a family friend. Dudley we got from Knox county ( I believe, they had a booth at the Centerburg fair) and Earl we got from Franklin county. Any dog or cat I get on my own in the future (once I'm out of my parents house that is) will be a shelter animal.
Well, it's about time for me to get off her for the night.I know I ask this question a lot, but does anyone know of any good blogs out there? Many of the ones I read have gone on hiatus, so I'm in search for a good read.
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