I am the first to admit, I over analyze most situations/ things in life. I am trying not to do that now. I just got back from the doctor, and the had me schedule a pelvic ultrasound to confirm a possible cyst on my right ovary.
To give a little backstory, I have been off birth control since June-July, and as a result, have not had a period since the. Let me tell you, I did not want to go back to any semblance of my original cycle/mood swings, but due to insurance not wanting to count my exam I had in May as my annual since it was 2 months too early, I chose not to schedule my annual, which led to my prescription to lapse.
The past few weeks to a month intermittently, I have been having pain/discomfort going between my right ovary and my pubic bone. Over the past few days, it has increased in frequency, so I finally scheduled an appointment. The nurse practitioner was nice, a little too firm to that sensitive of an area, but thorough none the less. She recommended in schedule a pelvic ultrasound to confirm that there is a cyst. I was okay with it, but then after the appointment my brain starts churning the information around. And then after I let my mom know what was recommended, she asked if I wanted her to go with me, which sends my brain into overdrive. has anyone out there had to have one of these done for a similar reason? Should I be nervous/panicking?
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
So... I haven't written in a long time, like a couple years. Sisters keep having kids. I love my nieces and nephews, however, they still solidify that I am not ready to have children, and I don't really want kids of my own.
One situation in particular that was brought up yesterday between one sibling and my father is letting her son play dress up, and him choosing to wear a princess dress, and she chose to post pictures of it on her Facebook page. My father's response was "she needs to teach him to be a man and not a girl!" What does that even mean? I get that my father has a different parenting view, but how is it hurting him to be playing dress up/make believe with his sister and he chose a dress? He is THREE YEARS OLD. I apologize if my view of it being harmless offending anything be, that is not my intent. My intention is to lose the question, is it okay for parents to go off to on their children's parenting skills, if it is not harmful to the child? To elaborate, he and my sibling got into a heated Facebook/text message conversations about this last night. My position, though I am not getting in the middle of it with them, is that I feel my dad should stay out of it. He didn't like his mother being critical of his parenting, I don't see how it is okay for him to do to my sister what his mother did to him. Here's hoping they do not carry this into tomorrow's birthday gathering at my job their siblings house.
In other family news, my dads my them whom I was referring ttoo, is in a nursing home. She is confirmed Alzheimer's, along with pancreatic cancer. The cancer when found is in a spot where they could remove it, however she is not a candidate due tomorrow medications she was the n as well as no t being t handle anesthesia. She has had this for about a year. We got through periods where we do not know if she will be alive in a week, and then she seems to bounce back. Her memory is shot- it's like a series of doctor who within a five minute conversation. I have a hard time visiting her because I is so heartbreaking. The last time I visited, she didn't know who I was. In between the time I left the nursing home which is 2hours away and got home, she had fallen again. She has many falls, including one that broke one of her hips. It seems after one of us visit, she falls again. I know it sounds cowardly, but I don't feel like I have the strength to keep visiting her, yet I don't want to not visit her and miss an opportunity to say goodbye if it gets close, you know.
Anyway, that's a snapshot of what is going on I my life currently. On a completely different note, a lot of the fictional blogs I read are ending. Does anyone have any suggestions of fictional blogs to read? Please leave them in the comments. Thanks! 😸
One situation in particular that was brought up yesterday between one sibling and my father is letting her son play dress up, and him choosing to wear a princess dress, and she chose to post pictures of it on her Facebook page. My father's response was "she needs to teach him to be a man and not a girl!" What does that even mean? I get that my father has a different parenting view, but how is it hurting him to be playing dress up/make believe with his sister and he chose a dress? He is THREE YEARS OLD. I apologize if my view of it being harmless offending anything be, that is not my intent. My intention is to lose the question, is it okay for parents to go off to on their children's parenting skills, if it is not harmful to the child? To elaborate, he and my sibling got into a heated Facebook/text message conversations about this last night. My position, though I am not getting in the middle of it with them, is that I feel my dad should stay out of it. He didn't like his mother being critical of his parenting, I don't see how it is okay for him to do to my sister what his mother did to him. Here's hoping they do not carry this into tomorrow's birthday gathering at my job their siblings house.
In other family news, my dads my them whom I was referring ttoo, is in a nursing home. She is confirmed Alzheimer's, along with pancreatic cancer. The cancer when found is in a spot where they could remove it, however she is not a candidate due tomorrow medications she was the n as well as no t being t handle anesthesia. She has had this for about a year. We got through periods where we do not know if she will be alive in a week, and then she seems to bounce back. Her memory is shot- it's like a series of doctor who within a five minute conversation. I have a hard time visiting her because I is so heartbreaking. The last time I visited, she didn't know who I was. In between the time I left the nursing home which is 2hours away and got home, she had fallen again. She has many falls, including one that broke one of her hips. It seems after one of us visit, she falls again. I know it sounds cowardly, but I don't feel like I have the strength to keep visiting her, yet I don't want to not visit her and miss an opportunity to say goodbye if it gets close, you know.
Anyway, that's a snapshot of what is going on I my life currently. On a completely different note, a lot of the fictional blogs I read are ending. Does anyone have any suggestions of fictional blogs to read? Please leave them in the comments. Thanks! 😸
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
hectic stress
The past couple of days have been very stressful. First of all, I now officially hate snow. I was driving to work yesterday, and was turning off my street on to another, hit a patch of ice, and hit the curb. I'm find, my car is supposedly not. The front left tire has a bent rim. Also, the front left bumper/fender is slightly popped out, so when my dad looked at it today, he thinks that since the fender/bumper is popped out, that it might be out of alignment underneath. So my car is going to the shop tomorrow. I fel like I will never get out of debt! I have my student loans, my car loan, cell phone bill, car insurance. I feel like I start to get out from under it, and something else piles on. For instance, thankfully my dad is going to help with the deductible, however right as I'll be finishing paying him back, I have to take my car back for regular maintenance. And on top of everything, I have to start saving for not inly moving back out, but also saving for a family trip. This is one of those times that I hate being an adult and want to go back to kindergarten!
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Life is ever changing
So... I am back at my parents house. About a month after my last post, the management company of the apartment complex I was at decided that instead of fixing a mold problem or moving us to another apartment, to break our lease. I did not have the money to put down a deposit on a new place (and my roommate at the time decided to move in with her boyfriend), so I had to move back in with my parents so I could save up and move back out. In February, I had to get a new car, because the power steering in the old one died and the transmission was about to go. Basically it would cost more to fix than it would to get a new car. So that has put in a nice dent in saving up to move back out, on my own or with a roommate.
The guy I was with at the time- we are no longer together. We broke up shortly after New Years. With our work schedules conflicting, it wasn't working out. We are still friends though, and talk off and on. I left my last job for a new one at the end of July. It's different, but it's a good different. I'm not wanting to put my head through a wall multiple times a day. I get to somewhat work with animals but still dealing with people as well. I like the challenge of it all.
Well, that's pretty much it for mow. I will try and update more. I know I keep saying that, but I will work harder to do so. Also, a question I asked a lot in the past: what fictional blogs do you recommend? Most of the ones that I was reading have gone on indefinite hiatus.
The guy I was with at the time- we are no longer together. We broke up shortly after New Years. With our work schedules conflicting, it wasn't working out. We are still friends though, and talk off and on. I left my last job for a new one at the end of July. It's different, but it's a good different. I'm not wanting to put my head through a wall multiple times a day. I get to somewhat work with animals but still dealing with people as well. I like the challenge of it all.
Well, that's pretty much it for mow. I will try and update more. I know I keep saying that, but I will work harder to do so. Also, a question I asked a lot in the past: what fictional blogs do you recommend? Most of the ones that I was reading have gone on indefinite hiatus.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Back after a LONG hiatus
My apologies for being gone so long. Many things have happened since I last blogged. My oldest sister Jenni had a baby boy in May. Also, my siblings are no longer talking, which personally I blame on the hormones. Heather was on meds to help trying to get pregnant, Jenni is coming off pregnancy hormones after delivering G in May, which is when all of this started. One can only hope that this situation resolves itself, aka they put aside their crap and at least attempt to make up, for the sake of their children that used to be so close.
Another big thing that has happened in my life, is that I have not only graduated from SSU (I can't remember if I told y'all about it, but I had to retake a class, which I passed this past December) and have moved out of my parent's house. It has had it's ups and downs, but it is all starting to even out.
Recently, I have started seeing someone. He is a really great guy.We've been seeing each other a little over 2 months now. I'm trying to just let things happen, not go too overboard with the girlfriend antics, seeing as we haven't put any labels on it. I at first stressed/spazzed over this, but then I realized that we're just starting to see each other, so it's not all that important right now to pinpoint exactly what we are at this point. Now if we'd been together for over 6 months, then I would think it would be time to spaz/stress lol.
Earl, my parent's dog is having a little bit of a health issue, I recently found out. Being Lab/Dane mix, (the lab to be exact) he is subject to the possibility of the growth of fatty tumors, sometimes known of fatty deposits. One of our previous dogs, Dudley, had them since he was Lab/Corgi/Basset Hound mix. Anyway, he had one growing on a joint on his right rear foot. Dad took him in today since he started to have issues putting weight on in, which is definitely bad for him since he loves running and playing ball in the backyard. Anyway, so Dad took him in today. They knocked him out and drained it, giving Dad instructions to not let Earl play ball for 2 WEEKS,which in Earl's world is a lifetime. After two weeks, he has a follow-up on his foot. I stopped by and saw him (and to pick up something my Mom left me). He was pacing with a ball in his mouth, whining. The spot that they drained was swelling, which grossed me out, but he was able to put weight on his foot/leg, which is good.
Well, I should start wrapping it up, since I have to get up early in the morning for another day of training at my new job. I do morning shift training for the month of August, then starting September 10th I start my regular shift, which is 2:30-11 most weekdays with a weekend morning shift, which is much more to my liking. I will try to post more often. This should be more feasible since I'm on my own now.
Good night :)
Another big thing that has happened in my life, is that I have not only graduated from SSU (I can't remember if I told y'all about it, but I had to retake a class, which I passed this past December) and have moved out of my parent's house. It has had it's ups and downs, but it is all starting to even out.
Recently, I have started seeing someone. He is a really great guy.We've been seeing each other a little over 2 months now. I'm trying to just let things happen, not go too overboard with the girlfriend antics, seeing as we haven't put any labels on it. I at first stressed/spazzed over this, but then I realized that we're just starting to see each other, so it's not all that important right now to pinpoint exactly what we are at this point. Now if we'd been together for over 6 months, then I would think it would be time to spaz/stress lol.
Earl, my parent's dog is having a little bit of a health issue, I recently found out. Being Lab/Dane mix, (the lab to be exact) he is subject to the possibility of the growth of fatty tumors, sometimes known of fatty deposits. One of our previous dogs, Dudley, had them since he was Lab/Corgi/Basset Hound mix. Anyway, he had one growing on a joint on his right rear foot. Dad took him in today since he started to have issues putting weight on in, which is definitely bad for him since he loves running and playing ball in the backyard. Anyway, so Dad took him in today. They knocked him out and drained it, giving Dad instructions to not let Earl play ball for 2 WEEKS,which in Earl's world is a lifetime. After two weeks, he has a follow-up on his foot. I stopped by and saw him (and to pick up something my Mom left me). He was pacing with a ball in his mouth, whining. The spot that they drained was swelling, which grossed me out, but he was able to put weight on his foot/leg, which is good.
Well, I should start wrapping it up, since I have to get up early in the morning for another day of training at my new job. I do morning shift training for the month of August, then starting September 10th I start my regular shift, which is 2:30-11 most weekdays with a weekend morning shift, which is much more to my liking. I will try to post more often. This should be more feasible since I'm on my own now.
Good night :)
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Bad day
Yesterday was a no good, messed up all around very bad day. Was woken up with the news that two people that I was in marching band with were in an accident, one of them being pronounced dead at the scene. The other was taken to the hospital in critical condition but will luckily be okay. It's just messed up. There both olde than me by only a few months. Bein in the mod I was in, I ended up locking my keys in my car at work. Thankfully my mom was able to come and wait for AAA to come and unlock my car. Hopefully I will be able to atleast go to the calling hours, if not rearrange my work schedule to attend Aaron's memorial service.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
New fiction post
For those that read my fiction blog, I just posted something new. I was looking throughout some of my fiction drafts I have saved on there and realize there is a recurring theme of felony someone's presence, someone's eyes on them. And always a man watching a woman enter. Weird, I know. Well, with that, I hope you enjoy. And I hope he rest of your week goes well.
I'm of to bed soon. Here's hoping I will be done feeling the effects of Sunday's floorset. My shoulders are almost back to "normal" as well as my legs. Whoever said retail was an "easy job" never worked retail. It has it's ups and downs, but is definitely something different every day.
Goodnight all :)
I'm of to bed soon. Here's hoping I will be done feeling the effects of Sunday's floorset. My shoulders are almost back to "normal" as well as my legs. Whoever said retail was an "easy job" never worked retail. It has it's ups and downs, but is definitely something different every day.
Goodnight all :)
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Dilemma
I have a dilemma.you see, the job I am working at now gave me a slight promotion through January. The only problem with this is that I could start a second job in mid December, but since I accepted this temp position that guarantees hours I can't start the second job til February. So what do I do? Do I stick to taking the temp position or do I tell them that I hacve to respectfully back out of the "promotion" because of the second job? I fear that if I back of then I won't get as many hours at work, but that may not happen since I have more open availability than most working right now at that location. I am at an impasse here.
I think I might stick with the promotion but I'm not completely sure.I have been looking at apartments for future decisions. More than likely I will be getting a roommate to help alieviate the financial aspect. Oh, did I mention Jenni is pregnant again? She is due sometime around May. She's starting to remember all the negatives of pregnancy though lol. The morning sickness, the preggo brain as I like to refer to the spaciness she gets from time to time. Maddison is almost pottytrained which couldn't come at a better time. My car is starting to realize it is getting colder outside because it has taken ip chirping again, much to my annoyance. Well, I beter go before Earl the dog decides to investigate what I'm doing.. Again.
On a side note, how are all of you doing? Read any good fiction blogs lately?
I think I might stick with the promotion but I'm not completely sure.I have been looking at apartments for future decisions. More than likely I will be getting a roommate to help alieviate the financial aspect. Oh, did I mention Jenni is pregnant again? She is due sometime around May. She's starting to remember all the negatives of pregnancy though lol. The morning sickness, the preggo brain as I like to refer to the spaciness she gets from time to time. Maddison is almost pottytrained which couldn't come at a better time. My car is starting to realize it is getting colder outside because it has taken ip chirping again, much to my annoyance. Well, I beter go before Earl the dog decides to investigate what I'm doing.. Again.
On a side note, how are all of you doing? Read any good fiction blogs lately?
Monday, July 18, 2011
Papa Roach kind of day
Yes, as you can tell by the title, I am a rock music fan. Have been since middle school. It has just been that sort of feeling the past couple of days. With dealing with idiots on the roadways to family drama (which I cannot discuss as of now, sorry) its enough to pull your hair and cry as well.
Work is going good. Some weeks it's busy, some it makes me want to get a second job due to lack of hours, but it is rewarding. Had an awkward moment at work the other day. The current girlfriend of my ex and her mother came into the store while I was working. Luckily I spotted them before they spotted me and was able to avoid while helping other customers. After they left, it took a while to get my heart to stop racing. I should probably get myself to not react like that, since there is a possibility of them being at my friend's wedding in November. I can't remember if I posted this before, but my friend made me her Maid of Honor! I got my dress ordered and picked up. The other two bridesmaids have ordered theirs as well, so here's hoping for no snafus! *knock on wood* I think I probably will adjust my availability at the store, so I am able to look for a second job somewhere, even if it's stockroom work. I'm fine with that.
My sister and her husband that have been deployed are coming home soon! So that's a great thing all around!
Well, I can't really think of anything else to update y'all on. I am sorry about the lack of posting. It is not intentional, trust me:)
One last thing. If you could pray for my family, both for my sister and her husband's safe return from overseas, and for my other sister's family, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
Work is going good. Some weeks it's busy, some it makes me want to get a second job due to lack of hours, but it is rewarding. Had an awkward moment at work the other day. The current girlfriend of my ex and her mother came into the store while I was working. Luckily I spotted them before they spotted me and was able to avoid while helping other customers. After they left, it took a while to get my heart to stop racing. I should probably get myself to not react like that, since there is a possibility of them being at my friend's wedding in November. I can't remember if I posted this before, but my friend made me her Maid of Honor! I got my dress ordered and picked up. The other two bridesmaids have ordered theirs as well, so here's hoping for no snafus! *knock on wood* I think I probably will adjust my availability at the store, so I am able to look for a second job somewhere, even if it's stockroom work. I'm fine with that.
My sister and her husband that have been deployed are coming home soon! So that's a great thing all around!
Well, I can't really think of anything else to update y'all on. I am sorry about the lack of posting. It is not intentional, trust me:)
One last thing. If you could pray for my family, both for my sister and her husband's safe return from overseas, and for my other sister's family, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Wedding help
Ok, just so you know, it is NOT me that is getting married. I would have to be involved with someone in order for that to happen. My friend Karen is getting married in November, and has named me Maid Of Honor! I'm excited, yet extremely nervous. I've never been a MOH before, so I don't know everything that an MOH does. From what I gather, the MOH along with the other bridesmaids plan the bridal shower, along with the bachelorette party. Right now, we're waiting to plan those til after the dresses get ordered in early July (need to have them ordered by then since it takes 8-12 weeks to get them in, idky). The only slight drama there is from one of the other two Bridesmaids. Both the others are married, and I get along with them fine, however... "A" is a type-A personality, meaning the type that likes everything planned out far in advance or else they think it's planning at the last minute. Case in point, we had all agreed that we would put off pricing for the bridal shower til after we ordered the bridesmaids dresses in early July (two weeks left). This lady went over my head and was discussing ideas that were not set in stone with the bride. She got chewed out by both the other bridesmaid and me, because we both agree that it is NOT waiting til the last minute, that it is in fact giving us all time to brainstorm before coming together to talk ideas. I'll be kind of glad when this is all over, lol! I haven't started the speech(es) that I'll have to do, but I've been mulling over ideas. Quick question- what is your take on bridal shower games? I've found a website that has some tips for bridesmaids, but I'm open to suggestions.
Well, I will more than likely be traveling back and forth twice a week to finish up the Shakespeare requirement. Also, I found a job, though I have a feeling I am going to have to find a second one since hours are starting to decline as the big sale winds down.
Haven't been able to meet up with KT yet, our schedules have been too messed up, but hopefully soon.
My cousin Mike got married this past weekend, in southernish Oh. Since then I've had sinus/cold problems. I had to take mucinex, which, I know it works well and all, but I wish there was a type of it that suppresses coughing. I'm glad that work changed my shift type and I ended up not being needed. Granted, I'll miss the hours, but I'm grateful since I had little patience today feeling crappy and all.
Well, until next time, got any good fictional blogs to reccommend? most of the ones I follow are either infrequent posting (btw, sorry about the gap in posting) or have stopped posting altogether.
Well, I will more than likely be traveling back and forth twice a week to finish up the Shakespeare requirement. Also, I found a job, though I have a feeling I am going to have to find a second one since hours are starting to decline as the big sale winds down.
Haven't been able to meet up with KT yet, our schedules have been too messed up, but hopefully soon.
My cousin Mike got married this past weekend, in southernish Oh. Since then I've had sinus/cold problems. I had to take mucinex, which, I know it works well and all, but I wish there was a type of it that suppresses coughing. I'm glad that work changed my shift type and I ended up not being needed. Granted, I'll miss the hours, but I'm grateful since I had little patience today feeling crappy and all.
Well, until next time, got any good fictional blogs to reccommend? most of the ones I follow are either infrequent posting (btw, sorry about the gap in posting) or have stopped posting altogether.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Updates for all
Well, graduation came and went. I have to clarify something. The school that I go to, the grad ceremony is before you get grades back. Grades come back the Wednesday after graduation. So, I checked grades on Wednesday, and found out I passed all but one of my classes, so I technically am not an official graduate. I broke down, freaked out. Luckily, I can retake a different section of this course in the fall. The downside is that since I will be under full-time status, I will be commuting back and forth twice a week to school. After this fall semester, I will THEN be an official graduate. Telling my parents, I was freaking out before telling them, thinking they were going to freak out badly. Luckily, they were calm when I told them. I guess I am still in that high school mentality when it comes to grades, thinking they have to be at par with one of my older sisters. This next week, and whenever my parents do not have my nephew, I will be going out job hunting for a job, so I can start saving up for when loans go into repayment, plus gas money since it is not cheap, and I will more than likely be filling up at least twice a week (220 miles round trip- school and back). I want to get a job close to home, to cut down on gas. I've worked in retail, so I'll try there first, then move to fast food. I have nothing against that industry or the restaurant industry, but I do not think I would do well there.
The munchkin niece and nephew are doing well. Maddie has just starting running (during spring semester, she started walking, so cute!) She's like her mother in a way, because she loses her balance easily, but it's too cute to see her up and about. Liam is so close to walking. He took a couple steps the other day without holding on to anything. The slight downside to him wanting to walk holding on to anything is that he'll use your legs to get up, and in the process almost pull your pants/shorts down. It can get a little annoying at times, but you just gotta love him!
I'll update hopefully at the end of the week about job hunting progress, and school updates, and possibly dating updates (not that there is anything to update on that front).
Sometime in the next week or so, I'm meeting up with an old friend to catch up. I haven't seen her in forever, it will be good to catch up.
The munchkin niece and nephew are doing well. Maddie has just starting running (during spring semester, she started walking, so cute!) She's like her mother in a way, because she loses her balance easily, but it's too cute to see her up and about. Liam is so close to walking. He took a couple steps the other day without holding on to anything. The slight downside to him wanting to walk holding on to anything is that he'll use your legs to get up, and in the process almost pull your pants/shorts down. It can get a little annoying at times, but you just gotta love him!
I'll update hopefully at the end of the week about job hunting progress, and school updates, and possibly dating updates (not that there is anything to update on that front).
Sometime in the next week or so, I'm meeting up with an old friend to catch up. I haven't seen her in forever, it will be good to catch up.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Spring Allergies
Spring is here, and so is allergy season. The most effed up thing about my allergies hitting me is that they hit on a day where it rained all day long. I woke up yesterday with sinus drainage, by this morning i was stuffed up. The allergy meds I took last night (which I accidentally overdosed on, more on that in a minute) worked for a little bit, but I was foggy most of the day. That's probably mainly because I accidentally took too many. I say accidentally because most generic allergy meds follow the same instructions as their name brand counterpart. So I took two store brand allergy-sinus pills. I double checked the box after, and saw I was only supposed to take 1 every 4 hours, not 2 like benadryl (it was the generic form of that).
Things with the roommate...Well, she's mainly not here anymore, so nothing has really changed.That bag of trash that she had been in her closet since a week before Spring Break? ya, she didn't remove it till 1 day short of it being in there 4 WEEKS.Granted, now she's replaced it with another bag, so it's like nothing has changed. I tried gauging whether she wanted to try and resolve things, she wasn't feeling it, so it is what it is.
Graduation is May 7th. Things are quickly ending, and it's all seeming to come to a head.Truthfully, I'm kind of starting to panic, and when I stress-panic, I shut down in a sense.Which I'm struggling to keep from happening.
My sister and her husband were home on leave the past couple weeks. They left to go back Saturday. It was nice to see them, even though with me being at school I was only able to see them the day they were leaving.Liam (their son) is having a hard time. He's at my parents this week, and his sleep schedule seems to want to take a vacation when it comes to nighttime, meaning he is wanting to keep everyone up all night. Hopefully he settles down for both grandparents soon. He was too cute Sunday when I was getting ready to go back to school. I was waiting for dad to get back with my car, and Liam was in his exersaucer. I would move away from where he was, and he'd start shrieking! It was too cute.
It should be interesting in the coming weeks, what with finals and graduation coming, with going home for the last time from school. It is going to be a stressful time, but at the same time, I will be dropping the stress of exams, of papers, of meeting a grade, of dorm drama. Here is to hoping when I move out of my parents house and possibly get a roommate, that there is little to no drama, at the very least less than what I've had to deal with living in college dorms.
Well, I will try to blog relatively regularly over the next few weeks and beyond. I am gonna get off of here, because the allergy meds are starting to take effect. So I will catch you on the flipside peoples :)
It should be interesting in the coming weeks, what with finals and graduation coming, with going home for the last time from school. It is going to be a stressful time, but at the same time, I will be dropping the stress of exams, of papers, of meeting a grade, of dorm drama. Here is to hoping when I move out of my parents house and possibly get a roommate, that there is little to no drama, at the very least less than what I've had to deal with living in college dorms.
Well, I will try to blog relatively regularly over the next few weeks and beyond. I am gonna get off of here, because the allergy meds are starting to take effect. So I will catch you on the flipside peoples :)
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Spring Break
Well, I am currently on spring break. I don't really have that much to update on, so this will be a short post. With the whole roommate situation, it hasn't gotten any better. In fact, after I had sent her that reply, she sent one back calling me demanding and trying to act like her mothers (I'll post it below). She then unfriended and blocked me on facebook, so I cannot respond to her. How I know she blocked me? I asked a couple of mutual friends of ours that are and are not friends on facebook with her. All but Becca could see her stuff. It turns out, she had unfriended and blocked her as well, why only Emma knows. Since I didn't know how to proceed in the situation, I asked our RA how she thought I should go about trying to resolve it. She offered to talk to her, to see if she could try and resolve it, to which I didn't respond. Turns out she went ahead and talked to her, because last Monday, Emma came in the room, was in her closet for a little bit then asked if I went to Sarah (RA) about the issue. I told her I had since she had freezed me out. That was the last time we spoke. Thursday, she came back to the dorm (she has pretty much stayed away from the dorm since this all went down), still wouldn't talk to me. However, she did ask Becca when everybody was leaving, and Becca's roommate Laina when I was leaving (we couldn't stay in the dorms over spring break without an exemption- sports team, nearby job) but wouldn't ask me this. She ended up checking out at 8AM friday morning. Luckily I had checked the sign out sheet the night before when I was signing up, otherwise I would've been woken up by it all. She did leave a bag of trash in her closet, which had been in there since the previous week. So when I get back Sunday, the room is more than likely going to reek, and need aired out majorly! I had asked the RA to check Emma's closet, because to my knowledge, I had not seen her remove it, plus Thursday night I thought I heard a mouse in that general direction (we had previously had a mouse problem, where the mouse ended up being attracted to Emma's closet because of all the food/smelly stuff in it). She opened it, but since the trash was in a bag and closed, she saw no reason to remove it. I'm hoping our room doesn't smell, but it probably will. The Ra did say that I should try to approach Emma during the week we get back from Spring Break, and if it is still silent treatment and avoidance, then there will be a required mediation meeting. Sounds like fun, NOT! As much as I want the mediation to help solve this issue, I don't think it will help anything. In fact, it may just make Emma feel attacked.
My niece turns ONE Thursday!! She's so adorable! Oh, did anyone else forget that this past Sunday was "spring forward" DST? I didn't realize we had lost an hour til I saw my sister's status on facebook about accidentally forgetting to reset the alarm clock so they missed church.
Well, I hope everyone is well, and has a good rest of the week :)
**Her last response before unfriending and blocking me on facebook**
My niece turns ONE Thursday!! She's so adorable! Oh, did anyone else forget that this past Sunday was "spring forward" DST? I didn't realize we had lost an hour til I saw my sister's status on facebook about accidentally forgetting to reset the alarm clock so they missed church.
Well, I hope everyone is well, and has a good rest of the week :)
**Her last response before unfriending and blocking me on facebook**
March 3 at 8:23pm
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Updates all around again
It's midterms time! Let's hear the collective groan :( Ya, my major one is tomorrow, discussing critics like Derrida, Saussure, Marx, Nietzsche, Foucault- how some are similar and different than certain other ones.. It's a big test, that i'm not looking forward to at all. update on the roommate situation. We did have a good couple of days. Offhand, she broke up with her boyfriend, as predicted by more than one of us in the house. She's been giving me the cold shoulder for about two days now. Let me explain.
This past Friday, I was planning on sending her a text saying "we need to talk" but ended up not needing to, because when I got back from class, she was in the dorm's livingroom with our houseemate, Becca. Becca was dismantling the sweeper so it would work properly. We were able to talk about the room situation (the horsepiss smell). She said "I'm sorry" and "I'm trying," and it was let go. She then went on to accuse another housemate, Laina of using a product with bleach in it, which she has claimed for years now that she's allergic to. She said one thing to me, and then after she left for the barn, Becca told me that wasn't exactly what had happened, that Laina hadn't been knowingly using it. Later this past weekend, I'm coming upstairs with a snack. I had to put it down on the sink since my hands were full and I needed to unlock the door. As I went to pick my food back up, I noticed that her bottle of soap that was in question said Bleach Alternative, so Emma's accusations were false. I let Becca and Laina know, and when Emma came back Monday, I let her know as well, suggesting she apologize to Laina for falsely accusing her. She claimed to have already sent her an apology earlier in the weekend, however her story was backed up when I asked Laina later that evening. This weekend, I was able to get the room smelling good, I vacuumed and sprayed the carpet, aired out the room to get the smell out and it worked. However Monday evening, the stench was back when Emma returned with her barn "gear." Needless to say, I was peeved, and was spraying the room with air freshener at every turn. (It's smelly good febreeze called Brazilian Carnaval, smells a lot like kool aid) This possibly pissed her off. What has really pissed her off though, is what I sent her this morning. Below I've pasted the gist of the convo we've had. I was messaging her about possible solutions to remedy the barn smell in the room situation. Obviously, she didn't take it too well.
Let me get your opinion on this. Do I sound like I am bitching at her on this? Or do I sound somewhat level headed, kinda calm? I know my last response definitely sounds like I'm at my wits end, which I am. I could have gone the catty route, saying I'm not her mother so I shouldn't have to clean up after her, or brought up other issues I have with her, such as the issue of her being really loud in the mornings and waking me up constantly. I feel like I came at this in a rational sense, giving a couple of suggestions to get the dialog between us going so we could come to an agreement and get rid of the growing tension over this issue before we have to get a mediator involved. I fear we might have to get the RA involved now though, since she is seeming to be unwilling to even talk about this issue with me. I just find her total disregard for tracking mud/barn through the house, (not only in just our room- she leaves it in the livingroom and on the stairs and in the bathroom) and for those living in it disrespectful to not only to the rest of us, but to her as well.
I am just hoping this can get resolved peacefully and with minimal yelling, but I have a feeling there might be yelling involved sadly.
This past Friday, I was planning on sending her a text saying "we need to talk" but ended up not needing to, because when I got back from class, she was in the dorm's livingroom with our houseemate, Becca. Becca was dismantling the sweeper so it would work properly. We were able to talk about the room situation (the horsepiss smell). She said "I'm sorry" and "I'm trying," and it was let go. She then went on to accuse another housemate, Laina of using a product with bleach in it, which she has claimed for years now that she's allergic to. She said one thing to me, and then after she left for the barn, Becca told me that wasn't exactly what had happened, that Laina hadn't been knowingly using it. Later this past weekend, I'm coming upstairs with a snack. I had to put it down on the sink since my hands were full and I needed to unlock the door. As I went to pick my food back up, I noticed that her bottle of soap that was in question said Bleach Alternative, so Emma's accusations were false. I let Becca and Laina know, and when Emma came back Monday, I let her know as well, suggesting she apologize to Laina for falsely accusing her. She claimed to have already sent her an apology earlier in the weekend, however her story was backed up when I asked Laina later that evening. This weekend, I was able to get the room smelling good, I vacuumed and sprayed the carpet, aired out the room to get the smell out and it worked. However Monday evening, the stench was back when Emma returned with her barn "gear." Needless to say, I was peeved, and was spraying the room with air freshener at every turn. (It's smelly good febreeze called Brazilian Carnaval, smells a lot like kool aid) This possibly pissed her off. What has really pissed her off though, is what I sent her this morning. Below I've pasted the gist of the convo we've had. I was messaging her about possible solutions to remedy the barn smell in the room situation. Obviously, she didn't take it too well.
Let me get your opinion on this. Do I sound like I am bitching at her on this? Or do I sound somewhat level headed, kinda calm? I know my last response definitely sounds like I'm at my wits end, which I am. I could have gone the catty route, saying I'm not her mother so I shouldn't have to clean up after her, or brought up other issues I have with her, such as the issue of her being really loud in the mornings and waking me up constantly. I feel like I came at this in a rational sense, giving a couple of suggestions to get the dialog between us going so we could come to an agreement and get rid of the growing tension over this issue before we have to get a mediator involved. I fear we might have to get the RA involved now though, since she is seeming to be unwilling to even talk about this issue with me. I just find her total disregard for tracking mud/barn through the house, (not only in just our room- she leaves it in the livingroom and on the stairs and in the bathroom) and for those living in it disrespectful to not only to the rest of us, but to her as well.
I am just hoping this can get resolved peacefully and with minimal yelling, but I have a feeling there might be yelling involved sadly.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Roommate Update
So, the roommate is confusing me a little bit. She's talking yet not talking to me. She's talked to me a handful of times since Tuesday, but not much. Monday appeared to be a fluke though. That has been the only day this week that she has not woken me up. Things apparently are on the rocks yet not with her boyfriend. He pushed when she said no in a playful way, she was thinking since he was going to be out partying with her ex (and his housemate) this weekend that he was going to f*** it all up, yet they were talking like everything was fine earlier. I don't get her sometimes. She's worse than Bold and the Beautiful. Hey, I may be a Y& R and sometimes a Gen Hos fan, but there are some that are too melodramatic for my tastes.
Shopping when it's that time of the month is not the best idea, especially if you are hungry on top of that. you go in to get only a few dollars worth of stuff, and come out with about 20 dollars worth of stuff.It was worth it though. Found out a weird food combo that works- Breyers Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream and Herr's Salt & Pepper chips. sounds disgusting, i know, but it works.
Well, I'm gonna go to sleep soon. I'll be going to Sierra's Haven Saturday. I would go tomorrow, but I have class till 3, and since it's only open til 4, it would be kind of odd to go for such a short amount of time. I'm going to see if I can still go in the kitten room though. Oh, speaking of kittens two things. Miracle got adopted, which is good yet bittersweet. He's the perfect cat for anyone to have. Two- they have 6 kittens that have to be around 5 weeks. They could fit in the palm of my hand. Cats do the strangest things. If one cat picks on another, it starts a domino effect of cat fights.
Shopping when it's that time of the month is not the best idea, especially if you are hungry on top of that. you go in to get only a few dollars worth of stuff, and come out with about 20 dollars worth of stuff.It was worth it though. Found out a weird food combo that works- Breyers Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream and Herr's Salt & Pepper chips. sounds disgusting, i know, but it works.
Well, I'm gonna go to sleep soon. I'll be going to Sierra's Haven Saturday. I would go tomorrow, but I have class till 3, and since it's only open til 4, it would be kind of odd to go for such a short amount of time. I'm going to see if I can still go in the kitten room though. Oh, speaking of kittens two things. Miracle got adopted, which is good yet bittersweet. He's the perfect cat for anyone to have. Two- they have 6 kittens that have to be around 5 weeks. They could fit in the palm of my hand. Cats do the strangest things. If one cat picks on another, it starts a domino effect of cat fights.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Funny Story
My sister just called with a funny story
She, Phil, Maddie, and their friend Michelle went to bob evans off of 161 the other day. There weren't many people there. They were just seated, and Jenni here's from another table, "Oh, shit." Jen though she recognized the voice, so she looked up, and guess who she saw? ALEX, with his girlfriend Courtney, and her parents. Her seat was facing them, and vice-versa. Courtney apparently asked him why he said that, and pointed out who Jen was. Phil walked in (he had showed up later- had taken separate cars) and said "aw man!" when he saw Alex. Apparently when Courtney and her party went to leave, Alex apparently practically ran out of the restaurant because they had to walk right by them.
I find it hilarious that he was scared/nervous by being in the vicinity of Jenni and Phil. IT would've been funnier if either Mom was with them and Courtney's parents came over to say hi (they know each other from church/girl scouts) or if instead of michelle i had come in holding Maddie! that would've been HILARIOUS to see the look on their face!
She, Phil, Maddie, and their friend Michelle went to bob evans off of 161 the other day. There weren't many people there. They were just seated, and Jenni here's from another table, "Oh, shit." Jen though she recognized the voice, so she looked up, and guess who she saw? ALEX, with his girlfriend Courtney, and her parents. Her seat was facing them, and vice-versa. Courtney apparently asked him why he said that, and pointed out who Jen was. Phil walked in (he had showed up later- had taken separate cars) and said "aw man!" when he saw Alex. Apparently when Courtney and her party went to leave, Alex apparently practically ran out of the restaurant because they had to walk right by them.
I find it hilarious that he was scared/nervous by being in the vicinity of Jenni and Phil. IT would've been funnier if either Mom was with them and Courtney's parents came over to say hi (they know each other from church/girl scouts) or if instead of michelle i had come in holding Maddie! that would've been HILARIOUS to see the look on their face!
I can understand awkward, but not the nervousness from him. Whatever. I've realized in the past and re-realized it recently that it's a good thing that he broke up with me, after one thing I overheard Emma saying to a friend of ours over skype. She was gushing about her new boyfriend, and was telling our friend that "she didn't even have to train him." I'm sorry, but why would you have to "train" your boyfriend, especially so early in the relationship. As far as anyone knows, she just started dating this guy this week, and she's already sleeping over at his dorm. If you have to use the term "train" when regarding a relationship, you can guess it's not going to be a true-love relationship. You shouldn't have to train who you're dating. Hoping this one lasts longer than 6 months, really don't want to hear the phone calls/skyping convos lamenting over him/bitching at him.
On the Emma front, we haven't talked in about two days, since Thursday. She woke me up yet again this morning. I like to sleep in on the weekends. I lie sleep in general, as I've said before. I do not like to be woken up at 9am on a saturday morning, when I had been planning on sleeping atleast another hour. I was not able to get back to sleep afterwards. She has to know something's up between us, seeing as when I was out of the room today, she would crank her ipod/computer, then as soon as I came back in, she'd mute it. She was constantly looking over her shoulder at me while she was in the room.
We went to dinner at different times tonight, me with Laina, Becca's new roommate (she has her quirks, but we get along really well). She wasn't here when we got back. I walked into the room, and was hit with the wall of horsepiss smell. Laina even said it smelled bad. So I took my body spray and sprayed it in the air throughout the room, even accidentally getting it on myself. Emma came in a little bit later. She then proceeded to cough/clear her throat every few minutes very forcibly (fake). The funny thing being, that she has several body sprays, and the majority of them, smell almost exactly like it! She's an oddity to me right now.
I'm hoping to get to sleep in till at least 10:30 tomorrow. I have to go to Sierra's Haven tomorrow to get a animal fix, aka a de-stressor fix. Oh, I found out that the cat Mikey, the one that looked almost exactly like another cat Bennie (who was adopted over christmas break) was not adopted. I went in the cat room he used to be in, and he got on my shoulders and purred. He's so cute. I wish campus allowed cats in the dorms.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Grr... Apple!
This has been an interesting week to say the least. I always get like this, really peeved the week before and the week during. And pretty much every time, the roommate gets the brunt. Well, this time, it's pretty much gotten to how it was a couple of years ago when we lived in the same dorm before. Right now, we aren't really talking. As I type this, she's half-sitting on her bed, messing with her new phone. You see, she got money from her dad recently, and has somewhat gone on a spending spree- groceries, fast food constantly, clothes and now replacing her phone. But that is not why I'm not talking to her.
Why I am not talking to her is pretty simple. I enjoy my sleep. I may be a slight insomniac, but I enjoy my sleep, and do not appreciate getting woken up before my alarm. I don't think anyone does. Well, for the past week, excluding Monday morning since she didn't sleep at the dorm Sunday night, I've been woken up by my alarm EVERY MORNING. She has done this in the past, and I've talked to her, and she's claimed to "try and be quieter." Ya, it doesn't happen. She exchanges one slamming for another- she'll not slam her dresser drawers, but she'll constantly be opening and closing her zippered bags, and dropping crinkly plastic bags, making a lot of noise in general, and then when she leaves the room and house,she'll either not close the door all the way or she'll slam it really hard.
The past few days, she's been sleeping over at her new boyfriend's dorm. You'd think she wouldn't wake me then, right? WRONG. She'll come in after staying over there, make lots of noise getting her stuff ready for work, and then leaving for work. Yesterday, she called after leaving, claiming to have seen campus security and the Resident Coordinator heading towards our dorm, signaling that there would be a fire alarm drill (which we've been waiting for). Since I had one of the other girls we live with's cell number, I warned her of the possible fire alarm. Jenn (the other housemate) met me in the livingroom, where we waited for it to go off. It never did. We waited 30 minutes before saying "F%$# it" and going to breakfast in our p.j.'s . Emma did apologize, but not for waking me, up, but for the false fire alarm warning. This morning, she came in loud again, at 6:40AM, which woke me up. So I finally get to sleep after that, and the fire alarm went off. It jolted me, so I pulled something in my neck. After we all came back in after the alarm was turned off, I decided the only way I was going to stay up and be able to work on a paper due today would be if I just got ready. She left for work by the time I was coming out of the bathroom after my shower, which when I was in there, I accidentally dropped my cell phone in the trashcan, so I had to chlorox wipe it after. I thought I would get the room to myself for atleast tonight since as far as I know she has plans with her boyfriend, but no such luck thus far. She's now moved to her desk and is doing some sort of paperwork.
Some of you may ask, why not trying to explaining to her again that she's being loud in the morning, and you don't appreciate it? I have, on more than one occasion. She packed her bags fro class and work the night before to cut out the noise she makes, and she still was making a racket keeping me from being able to sleep through it. Also, with me having such a short fuse right now, it would not be in anyone's best interest for me to confront her, atleast not until I can guarantee that I will not start a screaming match. If she wakes me tomorrow morning, when I have no class, thus I can sleep in as late as I want, I may not be able to hold back from unloading on her.
Who knows what will happen. The only thing I can say is the good thing that's happened during all of this is that the school finally got the fire alarm drill done, so now we can get through until the end of the semester drill which will more than likely happen during the last two weeks of the semester.
School is going okay. Hoping to get good grades this semester. I didn't do that bad last semester, but I didn't do that great either, so I'm hoping for an improvement. I'm enjoying being a part of this club at school called Scribes, it's a creative writing club, which is really fun.
Has anyone read the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris series (which the HBO show True Blood is based off of)? It's really good, defijnitely better than some of the other vamp fiction I've read in recent years. I can't wait for Anne Bishop's new book to come out in March. Neither can my sister Jenni.
Speaking of Jenni, my niece is turning ONE on Saint Patty's day, which is a month away! This year has flown by. Liam is pretty close to crawling. He's got the backward crawling down, and he has on occasion crawled forward while Jenni's watching him, but he isn't confident at it yet. Maddie is almost walking. She's jabbering, sometimes talking in full sentences randomly, but mostly jabbering with the occasional "Apple." It's too cute!
Well, I am going to slip into the abyss otherwise known as Facebook. What can I say, it's addicting!
Why I am not talking to her is pretty simple. I enjoy my sleep. I may be a slight insomniac, but I enjoy my sleep, and do not appreciate getting woken up before my alarm. I don't think anyone does. Well, for the past week, excluding Monday morning since she didn't sleep at the dorm Sunday night, I've been woken up by my alarm EVERY MORNING. She has done this in the past, and I've talked to her, and she's claimed to "try and be quieter." Ya, it doesn't happen. She exchanges one slamming for another- she'll not slam her dresser drawers, but she'll constantly be opening and closing her zippered bags, and dropping crinkly plastic bags, making a lot of noise in general, and then when she leaves the room and house,she'll either not close the door all the way or she'll slam it really hard.
The past few days, she's been sleeping over at her new boyfriend's dorm. You'd think she wouldn't wake me then, right? WRONG. She'll come in after staying over there, make lots of noise getting her stuff ready for work, and then leaving for work. Yesterday, she called after leaving, claiming to have seen campus security and the Resident Coordinator heading towards our dorm, signaling that there would be a fire alarm drill (which we've been waiting for). Since I had one of the other girls we live with's cell number, I warned her of the possible fire alarm. Jenn (the other housemate) met me in the livingroom, where we waited for it to go off. It never did. We waited 30 minutes before saying "F%$# it" and going to breakfast in our p.j.'s . Emma did apologize, but not for waking me, up, but for the false fire alarm warning. This morning, she came in loud again, at 6:40AM, which woke me up. So I finally get to sleep after that, and the fire alarm went off. It jolted me, so I pulled something in my neck. After we all came back in after the alarm was turned off, I decided the only way I was going to stay up and be able to work on a paper due today would be if I just got ready. She left for work by the time I was coming out of the bathroom after my shower, which when I was in there, I accidentally dropped my cell phone in the trashcan, so I had to chlorox wipe it after. I thought I would get the room to myself for atleast tonight since as far as I know she has plans with her boyfriend, but no such luck thus far. She's now moved to her desk and is doing some sort of paperwork.
Some of you may ask, why not trying to explaining to her again that she's being loud in the morning, and you don't appreciate it? I have, on more than one occasion. She packed her bags fro class and work the night before to cut out the noise she makes, and she still was making a racket keeping me from being able to sleep through it. Also, with me having such a short fuse right now, it would not be in anyone's best interest for me to confront her, atleast not until I can guarantee that I will not start a screaming match. If she wakes me tomorrow morning, when I have no class, thus I can sleep in as late as I want, I may not be able to hold back from unloading on her.
Who knows what will happen. The only thing I can say is the good thing that's happened during all of this is that the school finally got the fire alarm drill done, so now we can get through until the end of the semester drill which will more than likely happen during the last two weeks of the semester.
School is going okay. Hoping to get good grades this semester. I didn't do that bad last semester, but I didn't do that great either, so I'm hoping for an improvement. I'm enjoying being a part of this club at school called Scribes, it's a creative writing club, which is really fun.
Has anyone read the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris series (which the HBO show True Blood is based off of)? It's really good, defijnitely better than some of the other vamp fiction I've read in recent years. I can't wait for Anne Bishop's new book to come out in March. Neither can my sister Jenni.
Speaking of Jenni, my niece is turning ONE on Saint Patty's day, which is a month away! This year has flown by. Liam is pretty close to crawling. He's got the backward crawling down, and he has on occasion crawled forward while Jenni's watching him, but he isn't confident at it yet. Maddie is almost walking. She's jabbering, sometimes talking in full sentences randomly, but mostly jabbering with the occasional "Apple." It's too cute!
Well, I am going to slip into the abyss otherwise known as Facebook. What can I say, it's addicting!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Semis, evil evil auto bots!
So, I went home this weekend. I ended up not doing the majority of what i needed to do (sell some books, go to Target) but got Chipotle, saw Maddie Jenni & Phil, Liam and got my hair trimmed, so it evens out a little bit lol.
The hair stylist, he loved my hair color but I think by the end of the sitting he hated my hair. I don't blame him. It was trying to pull a Princess Diaries (where Amelia's getting a makeover via Paulo, and he's trying to brush her hair, the brush gets stuck and breaks). Towards the end, when he was drying and brushing, he would brush a section, flip it to get underneath, and end up creating a rat's nest in the section he flipped. It hurt when he went to detangle that nest he created. I got about an inch or two trimmed, just the dead ends.
I had an almost misadventure driving home though. I do not hide the fact that I despise semis. I've despised them since I had my temps. It stems when my mom and I were driving back from orientation, she had me get between two semis. However, at that time,t he semi in front decided to slow down, whereas the semi behind sped up. Needless to say, it freaked me out. Anyways, I was back in the Columbus area, had just merged onto I-270 from 23. The black SUV in front of me was able to pass the semi that had been on the side of the freeway as it tried to merge back on. Seeing as I was pretty much on the SUV's tail, you'd think the semi would have seen me (we were on the left side of the semi, not the right side which they're pretty much blind to). Apparently, the semi did not see me, because I had to put the gas pedal to the floor and barely made it past the semi. If I hadn't sped up, I either would have been clipped and then smashed, or sideswiped and causing a major pile-up. Either way, my guardian angel was watching out for me. It just reaffirmed my despising of semis.
When I go home for Spring Break/Maddie's 1st Birthday (eep, she's already almost one!) I'm going to sell the books I had planned on selling, and going to the store to get the things that I need to get. Well, I have class in the late morning/early afternoon, and they might have the fire alarm go off around 7am. At the beginning of each semester, they have a fire drill at 7am. Before, it used to be on either a Tuesday or Thursday morning, but the one for the end of last semester was on a Friday, so who knows when it'll be. All I know is that I won't be sleeping in until that stupid drill happens.
The hair stylist, he loved my hair color but I think by the end of the sitting he hated my hair. I don't blame him. It was trying to pull a Princess Diaries (where Amelia's getting a makeover via Paulo, and he's trying to brush her hair, the brush gets stuck and breaks). Towards the end, when he was drying and brushing, he would brush a section, flip it to get underneath, and end up creating a rat's nest in the section he flipped. It hurt when he went to detangle that nest he created. I got about an inch or two trimmed, just the dead ends.
I had an almost misadventure driving home though. I do not hide the fact that I despise semis. I've despised them since I had my temps. It stems when my mom and I were driving back from orientation, she had me get between two semis. However, at that time,t he semi in front decided to slow down, whereas the semi behind sped up. Needless to say, it freaked me out. Anyways, I was back in the Columbus area, had just merged onto I-270 from 23. The black SUV in front of me was able to pass the semi that had been on the side of the freeway as it tried to merge back on. Seeing as I was pretty much on the SUV's tail, you'd think the semi would have seen me (we were on the left side of the semi, not the right side which they're pretty much blind to). Apparently, the semi did not see me, because I had to put the gas pedal to the floor and barely made it past the semi. If I hadn't sped up, I either would have been clipped and then smashed, or sideswiped and causing a major pile-up. Either way, my guardian angel was watching out for me. It just reaffirmed my despising of semis.
When I go home for Spring Break/Maddie's 1st Birthday (eep, she's already almost one!) I'm going to sell the books I had planned on selling, and going to the store to get the things that I need to get. Well, I have class in the late morning/early afternoon, and they might have the fire alarm go off around 7am. At the beginning of each semester, they have a fire drill at 7am. Before, it used to be on either a Tuesday or Thursday morning, but the one for the end of last semester was on a Friday, so who knows when it'll be. All I know is that I won't be sleeping in until that stupid drill happens.
Monday, January 31, 2011
New semester, new classes, same old stress
So this is the fourth week of my last semester at SSU. I have different classes from last semester, but same old stress. I was joking with an old acquaintance today that I have enough stress that would cause someone a heart attack. Being an English Major is draining. And though there is light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, there is another tunnel, that of life and loan repayment. Leaving one stressful realm for another.
My roommate is starting to get on my nerves again. I can't really explain it. It's these little nuances of hers that just get under my skin. For instance, when she has her headphones on her computer, i can still hear every word and chord from the music that's blaring from it. Plus she'll be on the phone while I'm trying to study or watch tv, resulting in a volume uppage on both our parts. Talking doesn't seem to help, because I asked her to keep it down in the morning since she gets up earlier than me, but she's constantly slamming things and opening & shutting her zippered bags. Like right now, she's watching Top Gun on her computer, and I can hear the intro perfectly. Talking to her makes no difference.
The acquaintance I was talking about earlier, called me outta the blue. I hadn't talked to Joe in about a year. I may have mentioned him before. He was a friend from high school, that I've talked to every once in a while. I stopped talking to him because he sent some inappropriate text messages to me. He's no longer in the Navy, moved back home. I think he might be interested in me (again), but he's so unmotivated. Plus I remember how he was in high school, and I don't really want to get involved with him. He drove me crazy (and not in a good way) at NHS.
Well, I now am off to battle the annoyance of my roommate on her phone (AGAIN) telling someone to go to bed and trying to do homework.
My roommate is starting to get on my nerves again. I can't really explain it. It's these little nuances of hers that just get under my skin. For instance, when she has her headphones on her computer, i can still hear every word and chord from the music that's blaring from it. Plus she'll be on the phone while I'm trying to study or watch tv, resulting in a volume uppage on both our parts. Talking doesn't seem to help, because I asked her to keep it down in the morning since she gets up earlier than me, but she's constantly slamming things and opening & shutting her zippered bags. Like right now, she's watching Top Gun on her computer, and I can hear the intro perfectly. Talking to her makes no difference.
The acquaintance I was talking about earlier, called me outta the blue. I hadn't talked to Joe in about a year. I may have mentioned him before. He was a friend from high school, that I've talked to every once in a while. I stopped talking to him because he sent some inappropriate text messages to me. He's no longer in the Navy, moved back home. I think he might be interested in me (again), but he's so unmotivated. Plus I remember how he was in high school, and I don't really want to get involved with him. He drove me crazy (and not in a good way) at NHS.
Well, I now am off to battle the annoyance of my roommate on her phone (AGAIN) telling someone to go to bed and trying to do homework.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
last week of semester
This past week or so have been so stressful. First my senior seminar paper was due, plus a paper for a communications class. Friday, I had an exam due by 5pm, so i was cramming on that. Because of that however, I missed my chance at talking to a professor I have to take by arrangement with them next semester because I read her office hours wrong. Plus, I realized at midnight that night, that I had forgotten the deadline for my journals submission another class.
Possibly because of all the stress, plus it being the evil "time of the month" I am having digestive problems. Last week it was a case of the sniffles/sneeze attack, but now it is this. I'm going to the school clinic tomorrow morning to hopefully remedy the situation. If not, then Thursday when I am back home for break, I will be going to the doctor to get checked out.
Things have kind of come to a head with a girl in the dorm. One of the downstairs girls has been spending time the past few weeks smoking pot at a friend's dorm. Well, it came out that she had started smoking it at our dorm, which pissed me off.Call me selfish, but with it not being in our dorm itself, it didn't necessarily affect me. But with it being in the dorm, not only myself but our whole dorm could possibly get nailed. I say it all came to a head because we let the RA know what was going on. A little later that day, she went down to her room, and asked her roommate if she could get high in the room. Her roommate told her no, so she blew up at her, and stormed out. The RA was notified of the incident, talked to her supervisors, who informed the RA that they could not do anything unless she was caught in the act. So pretty much, we're S.O.L. in dealing with this unless she confronts us or is taped confessing to it.
I am just ready for this semester to be over, for all of these reasons. I'll be happy to hang out at home, hopefully have a winter job, and spend time with the niece and nephew, who are ADORABLE. The one thing I will miss is volunteering at Sierra's Haven, an animal shelter down here in Portsmouth. I'll miss hanging out with the animals. I'll be able to remember them by the numerous puncture marks on my legs and the scratches on my neck and hands/arms (what can I say? the cats treat me like a cat perch!)
Well, I will try to post regularly through December, but I can't make any promises. Check this blog and my fiction blog periodically and you might see some new stuff. Regular blogging will start back up definitely in January when Spring Semester starts back up.
Possibly because of all the stress, plus it being the evil "time of the month" I am having digestive problems. Last week it was a case of the sniffles/sneeze attack, but now it is this. I'm going to the school clinic tomorrow morning to hopefully remedy the situation. If not, then Thursday when I am back home for break, I will be going to the doctor to get checked out.
Things have kind of come to a head with a girl in the dorm. One of the downstairs girls has been spending time the past few weeks smoking pot at a friend's dorm. Well, it came out that she had started smoking it at our dorm, which pissed me off.Call me selfish, but with it not being in our dorm itself, it didn't necessarily affect me. But with it being in the dorm, not only myself but our whole dorm could possibly get nailed. I say it all came to a head because we let the RA know what was going on. A little later that day, she went down to her room, and asked her roommate if she could get high in the room. Her roommate told her no, so she blew up at her, and stormed out. The RA was notified of the incident, talked to her supervisors, who informed the RA that they could not do anything unless she was caught in the act. So pretty much, we're S.O.L. in dealing with this unless she confronts us or is taped confessing to it.
I am just ready for this semester to be over, for all of these reasons. I'll be happy to hang out at home, hopefully have a winter job, and spend time with the niece and nephew, who are ADORABLE. The one thing I will miss is volunteering at Sierra's Haven, an animal shelter down here in Portsmouth. I'll miss hanging out with the animals. I'll be able to remember them by the numerous puncture marks on my legs and the scratches on my neck and hands/arms (what can I say? the cats treat me like a cat perch!)
Well, I will try to post regularly through December, but I can't make any promises. Check this blog and my fiction blog periodically and you might see some new stuff. Regular blogging will start back up definitely in January when Spring Semester starts back up.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
End of the semester slump
*FYI, new post on the fiction blog*
It's the end of the semester. On one hand, I am that much closer to graduating. On the another hand, scheduling/getting everything in for graduation in the spring is a nightmare. I have to turn in paperwork to rearrange my degree audit so it fits correctly, substitute classes for another requirement next semester because they canceled the class that was for that requirement, all while trying to stay on top of my classes for this semester. The reason they canceled the class is because of recent professors over the past year passing and one professor leaving at the end of this semester for a different university, so they are now somewhat short-staffed and having to juggle things around.
Heather has deployed. The co-grandparenting began this week. Liam has done something that I find hilarious though... He has made my dad talk in a funny voice. You have to understand, my dad is former military; there was no funny voices in our house from him unless he was trying (painfully) to impersonate Will smith singing Men in Black (just to embarrass me). So when he or mom posted a flickr video on Liam's facebook page (yes the baby has one, but just so his parents can keep in contact while overseas) of Liam' reactions to Dad and Earl (both out of camera frame) it was hilariously cute.
I have come to the conclusion that SSU is a petri dish of disease. In the past few years, we've had cases of MRSA, flu, mono, etc. This year is no exception. In my dorm alone, we've had the stomach flu in a couple of the girls, and now one of those girls has strep throat that morphed into tonsillitis. I am very susceptible to this, so are several people in the dorm. When I was 2, I had to have my tonsils and adenoids out because I got strep/tonsillitis so many times. This was during the time when they just cut them out, before the laser procedure. So much to my surprise, I was told a few years ago that they had grown back! When I got Mononucleosis my freshman year at SSU, they swelled up so bad that I could not even swallow liquid vicodin (didn't know it came in that form until then--tastes NASTY). My mom took me to the doctor, who gave me the choice of either going to the ER and getting an I.V. of steroids to take down the swelling, or chloraseptic spray. Being the needle phobic that I am (even with a tattoo), I chose the spray.
I am a little worried though since I found out about her having strep/tonsillitis. Since I will be around my niece and nephew this next week, and having been around Maddison this past weekend (which I could've been around patient X while the strep was in incubation period, which they can still be slightly contagious) I am worried about passing on the germs to them. Hopefully me acting like a uuber germaphobe until I go home Wednesday will keep them from getting it.
These past two weeks, I have started volunteering at Sierra's Haven, a local animal shelter, for my community service hours requirement for a class I am taking. I am kicking myself for not starting this sooner. They have me in the cat rooms, socializing with them (petting/playing so they get used to people), brushing them, generally making sure they are okay. I have the claw/puncture marks as proof, lol! My back and shoulders, my right thigh and my hands are covered in them. I have a few favorite cats (Wrigley, Morris, Muppet, Bennie, Persha, Sparkie, Hugo, Cheese Cake, Oswald, Foster), some of which will greet me by jumping onto my back. Bennie is kindof sick right now though :(
Many of the cats in the "kitten" room have at least a cough, some have loose stool... From what I gather, this tends to happen at some shelters when they have an overabundance of animals (over 200 cats). Well, Yesterday when I went in that room, there was some bloody loose stool on the floor, which apparently had been there after taking the cat they had already spotted with this problem out and given it medicine. So they had me and another watching the litter boxes to see if we could catch the sick cat. Well... we caught a cat with a problem, just not that one! This cat, Kaylee, sweetest cat. Slightly grumpy towards other cats, but sweet to humans. She went in the litter box, and we noticed some white things in her "waste." Turns out these things (that started to move!) were worms! She was taken out of the room to be given a de-worming treatment and then brought back in, all of the litter boxes were cleaned out. Cut to Bennie. He had been perched on my shoulders for a while. I thought he had farted, so I took him off, and checked to make sure he hadn't left anything behind. What do I find? You guessed it, a WORM! Creeped me the F&*% out! I picked him up, got someone in charge so they could give him the meds. Shortly after I left that room, washed my hands repeatedly. I made sure to ask them if the worms the cats had were transmittable to humans. Thank God they are not, but I still get wigged out when I feel a slight movement of hair on my hair or neck!
Tomorrow afternoon, I will be going to Jenkins, KY for a mission trip for my community service requirement. We will be helping out a convent put together food boxes. I should be back on campus Saturday evening sometime. I will let you all know how it goes. A little tidbit of info about the convent we're going to be at though. Apparently, when Mother Theresa was in Jenkins KY, she was at this convent!
Well, I will update you sometime next week. Depends on how hectic things get with Thanksgiving. I still can't believe most stores and some people I know already have Christmas stuff up!
Laters!
It's the end of the semester. On one hand, I am that much closer to graduating. On the another hand, scheduling/getting everything in for graduation in the spring is a nightmare. I have to turn in paperwork to rearrange my degree audit so it fits correctly, substitute classes for another requirement next semester because they canceled the class that was for that requirement, all while trying to stay on top of my classes for this semester. The reason they canceled the class is because of recent professors over the past year passing and one professor leaving at the end of this semester for a different university, so they are now somewhat short-staffed and having to juggle things around.
Heather has deployed. The co-grandparenting began this week. Liam has done something that I find hilarious though... He has made my dad talk in a funny voice. You have to understand, my dad is former military; there was no funny voices in our house from him unless he was trying (painfully) to impersonate Will smith singing Men in Black (just to embarrass me). So when he or mom posted a flickr video on Liam's facebook page (yes the baby has one, but just so his parents can keep in contact while overseas) of Liam' reactions to Dad and Earl (both out of camera frame) it was hilariously cute.
I have come to the conclusion that SSU is a petri dish of disease. In the past few years, we've had cases of MRSA, flu, mono, etc. This year is no exception. In my dorm alone, we've had the stomach flu in a couple of the girls, and now one of those girls has strep throat that morphed into tonsillitis. I am very susceptible to this, so are several people in the dorm. When I was 2, I had to have my tonsils and adenoids out because I got strep/tonsillitis so many times. This was during the time when they just cut them out, before the laser procedure. So much to my surprise, I was told a few years ago that they had grown back! When I got Mononucleosis my freshman year at SSU, they swelled up so bad that I could not even swallow liquid vicodin (didn't know it came in that form until then--tastes NASTY). My mom took me to the doctor, who gave me the choice of either going to the ER and getting an I.V. of steroids to take down the swelling, or chloraseptic spray. Being the needle phobic that I am (even with a tattoo), I chose the spray.
I am a little worried though since I found out about her having strep/tonsillitis. Since I will be around my niece and nephew this next week, and having been around Maddison this past weekend (which I could've been around patient X while the strep was in incubation period, which they can still be slightly contagious) I am worried about passing on the germs to them. Hopefully me acting like a uuber germaphobe until I go home Wednesday will keep them from getting it.
These past two weeks, I have started volunteering at Sierra's Haven, a local animal shelter, for my community service hours requirement for a class I am taking. I am kicking myself for not starting this sooner. They have me in the cat rooms, socializing with them (petting/playing so they get used to people), brushing them, generally making sure they are okay. I have the claw/puncture marks as proof, lol! My back and shoulders, my right thigh and my hands are covered in them. I have a few favorite cats (Wrigley, Morris, Muppet, Bennie, Persha, Sparkie, Hugo, Cheese Cake, Oswald, Foster), some of which will greet me by jumping onto my back. Bennie is kindof sick right now though :(
Many of the cats in the "kitten" room have at least a cough, some have loose stool... From what I gather, this tends to happen at some shelters when they have an overabundance of animals (over 200 cats). Well, Yesterday when I went in that room, there was some bloody loose stool on the floor, which apparently had been there after taking the cat they had already spotted with this problem out and given it medicine. So they had me and another watching the litter boxes to see if we could catch the sick cat. Well... we caught a cat with a problem, just not that one! This cat, Kaylee, sweetest cat. Slightly grumpy towards other cats, but sweet to humans. She went in the litter box, and we noticed some white things in her "waste." Turns out these things (that started to move!) were worms! She was taken out of the room to be given a de-worming treatment and then brought back in, all of the litter boxes were cleaned out. Cut to Bennie. He had been perched on my shoulders for a while. I thought he had farted, so I took him off, and checked to make sure he hadn't left anything behind. What do I find? You guessed it, a WORM! Creeped me the F&*% out! I picked him up, got someone in charge so they could give him the meds. Shortly after I left that room, washed my hands repeatedly. I made sure to ask them if the worms the cats had were transmittable to humans. Thank God they are not, but I still get wigged out when I feel a slight movement of hair on my hair or neck!
Tomorrow afternoon, I will be going to Jenkins, KY for a mission trip for my community service requirement. We will be helping out a convent put together food boxes. I should be back on campus Saturday evening sometime. I will let you all know how it goes. A little tidbit of info about the convent we're going to be at though. Apparently, when Mother Theresa was in Jenkins KY, she was at this convent!
Well, I will update you sometime next week. Depends on how hectic things get with Thanksgiving. I still can't believe most stores and some people I know already have Christmas stuff up!
Laters!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
new post up on my fiction blog. It's a gloomy day here at school. The sky is somewhat dreary, after the rain. Enjoy the new post.
I'm still figuring out how to link up the two blogs, without you guys having to go through my profile page to get to it. If any of you know a shortcut, please let me know. Thanks :)
I'm still figuring out how to link up the two blogs, without you guys having to go through my profile page to get to it. If any of you know a shortcut, please let me know. Thanks :)
Monday, October 25, 2010
Happy Birthday to Me!!
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.
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.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Fast train to Stressville
With last week, there came a realization-- my sister will be deploying in around 20 days. As much as I wish I could be there, I unfortunately have a senior seminar paper presentation the last day any of us will see her before she deploys. Since her husband is already overseas, the guardianship of their little boy will be split between my parents and her in-laws. It's kindof a dual- grandparenting, if you will.
The next year or so is going to be a stressful one. Not only with that situation, but with the fact that in the next year, I will have graduated from school and be working to move out of my parents house, get a long-term job, etc. here's to hoping that the stress I feel while being in school dissipates substantially once I graduate. I do realize though the stress will be replaced somewhat with other stresses, such as paying student loans and other things.
Last weekend I went home, had a dentist appointment (found a cavity sadly) and stopped at Half-Price Books. This bookstore, the last time I had any contact with Mike, was where he worked. We have dissolved that friendship since then, so I was a little nervous about going in there, in case he was working. I pulled into the parking lot, and didn't see his car, so I was relieved. HOWEVER, I was in the romance fiction section in the front and hear a familiar voice coming from the back of the store (the area where you sell books to the store). I recognized it immediately as his. I mouthed "F***!" I had a little bit of a mental freak out to tell the truth. It kind of put a damper on the trip to the store, seeing as it would have been awkward if I was to go into the young adult section right next to the sell counter in the back. I have not seen him since before dissolving the friendship sadly.
Do I miss the friendship? Absolutely. But do I think that we could ever possibly get that friendship back? I'm not so sure. What I mean by this is in high school we had many similarities. As we've grown up, we've branched off from those similarities, to the point where the foundation isn't as strong anymore. I miss having the male sounding board, the shoulder to cry on, the friend I could just hang out and be myself and not feel I need to act a certain way. In the past year, a lot of friendships I've had have "parted ways" if you will. Mainly because it was a friendship out of association. Without those associations, there was cordiality, but no real friendship base. You could say instead of having a large amount of friends that most are not very solid, I have a small core group of friends that are solid and have been friends with for a long time, and will continue to be.
I'm going home again this weekend. My mom is at H's house helping her pack up and keep Liam entertained. She won't be back til sometime Saturday, possibly early morning Sunday with her history of not leaving H's til early evening (6 1/2 hour drive from H's to mom's house). Dad is going down early Friday to help paint two of her rooms back to Army White (one is currently red, the other yellow), so I will be going home to dog sit Earl. Also, I have to go back to the dentist to get the cavity filled.
Well, I need to get some sleep. Tomorrow I have two classes, and in between the classes, I have to write circa 4000 words of my senior seminar paper (had to switch topics, so its from starting line-- eek!) On top of that I also need to write the abstract for the essay. I can't wait til this weekend, when I can sleep more than 6ish hours- lat night I got 4 if I'm lucky, after working on a different project til 2am and not falling asleep til after 3, getting up around 7ish. Is it Friday yet???
The next year or so is going to be a stressful one. Not only with that situation, but with the fact that in the next year, I will have graduated from school and be working to move out of my parents house, get a long-term job, etc. here's to hoping that the stress I feel while being in school dissipates substantially once I graduate. I do realize though the stress will be replaced somewhat with other stresses, such as paying student loans and other things.
Last weekend I went home, had a dentist appointment (found a cavity sadly) and stopped at Half-Price Books. This bookstore, the last time I had any contact with Mike, was where he worked. We have dissolved that friendship since then, so I was a little nervous about going in there, in case he was working. I pulled into the parking lot, and didn't see his car, so I was relieved. HOWEVER, I was in the romance fiction section in the front and hear a familiar voice coming from the back of the store (the area where you sell books to the store). I recognized it immediately as his. I mouthed "F***!" I had a little bit of a mental freak out to tell the truth. It kind of put a damper on the trip to the store, seeing as it would have been awkward if I was to go into the young adult section right next to the sell counter in the back. I have not seen him since before dissolving the friendship sadly.
Do I miss the friendship? Absolutely. But do I think that we could ever possibly get that friendship back? I'm not so sure. What I mean by this is in high school we had many similarities. As we've grown up, we've branched off from those similarities, to the point where the foundation isn't as strong anymore. I miss having the male sounding board, the shoulder to cry on, the friend I could just hang out and be myself and not feel I need to act a certain way. In the past year, a lot of friendships I've had have "parted ways" if you will. Mainly because it was a friendship out of association. Without those associations, there was cordiality, but no real friendship base. You could say instead of having a large amount of friends that most are not very solid, I have a small core group of friends that are solid and have been friends with for a long time, and will continue to be.
I'm going home again this weekend. My mom is at H's house helping her pack up and keep Liam entertained. She won't be back til sometime Saturday, possibly early morning Sunday with her history of not leaving H's til early evening (6 1/2 hour drive from H's to mom's house). Dad is going down early Friday to help paint two of her rooms back to Army White (one is currently red, the other yellow), so I will be going home to dog sit Earl. Also, I have to go back to the dentist to get the cavity filled.
Well, I need to get some sleep. Tomorrow I have two classes, and in between the classes, I have to write circa 4000 words of my senior seminar paper (had to switch topics, so its from starting line-- eek!) On top of that I also need to write the abstract for the essay. I can't wait til this weekend, when I can sleep more than 6ish hours- lat night I got 4 if I'm lucky, after working on a different project til 2am and not falling asleep til after 3, getting up around 7ish. Is it Friday yet???
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Bully not for you
I've been wrestling with this topic for the past week, since the number of teens that have committed suicide over the past 3 or so weeks has risen astronomically. The thing that gets me is they all have something in common- bullying for who they are/sexual orientation. I'm not specifically going to talk about the sexual preference part of this, but the part that I can relate to- Bullying. When I was in 7th grade, I transferred schools at my parents choice. This school was supposed to be better, with lots of students from many different cultures, with an academic challenge. The minute I walked into the school, I was judged by how I looked, my music preferences, what made me. I did make a few friends, but that did not prevent me from becoming depressed with the constant onslaught of bullying, name-calling. I can remember several instances, especially one that happened in 8th grade.
It was in between family-consumer science and english class, and I was walking back to my engnish class. I passed these two guys, one which was at the forefront of the bullying. As I passed him and his friend, he "whispered" loudly, "Quick hide the cocaine. Here comes crackhead!" Let me say, I have never done any illegal drugs. Any drugs I have taken, I have taken at doctors instruction or as needed. No addictions here! During middle school when this was going on, I went to the guidance counselor. She told me to write down all that they did, and if they kept on with the bullying, to come back to her. This did not help. I ended up not going back to her, because within a couple days, I overheard a teacher of mine talking to another teacher who I had talking about my situation as if it was no big deal. I had never confided in them what was going on, only the guidance counselor.
I honestly don't think schools know how to handle it. I don't think adults of older generations know how to handle it. They were brought up in the mindset of "Just ignore it, they'll leave you alone after a while." That does not really ever happen. It seems to produce one of three results:depression transitioning to suicide, turning into a bully themselves, or the disaster of them all... committing a violent act towards the bullies. In my case, I channeled my depression and anger into being somewhat of a bully back at the bullies. Regrettably, it is something that lasts into adulthood. I struggle with it. Some days are good, some days I'm irritated. Some days I'm depressed, and some days I just turn into a complete bitchy-catty mess. Chocolate helps.
My point of all this is there needs to be a meeting of both the administrators and those that have been bullied, and have the administrators hear what is going on, how the school "handled" it, and the result of their "handling". There also needs to be a meeting of bullies and victims of school violence, where someone has gone into their school after being bullied to their breaking point, and them taking a disastrous, violent action towards their bullies and those that are caught in the crossfire.
I want those that are being bullied to know that there is hope. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Most if not all of those that make your life miserable won't be going on to the same high school/college/job you are. I'm not going to say it's going to be rainbows and lollipops once you get away from those situations/moving on in life. There are struggles. But it does get better. By ending your life, they are winning. Don't let them win. In no way am I saying go after them the way they go after you. I'm saying share your experience with others, document, keep speaking up. And remember it does get better.
It was in between family-consumer science and english class, and I was walking back to my engnish class. I passed these two guys, one which was at the forefront of the bullying. As I passed him and his friend, he "whispered" loudly, "Quick hide the cocaine. Here comes crackhead!" Let me say, I have never done any illegal drugs. Any drugs I have taken, I have taken at doctors instruction or as needed. No addictions here! During middle school when this was going on, I went to the guidance counselor. She told me to write down all that they did, and if they kept on with the bullying, to come back to her. This did not help. I ended up not going back to her, because within a couple days, I overheard a teacher of mine talking to another teacher who I had talking about my situation as if it was no big deal. I had never confided in them what was going on, only the guidance counselor.
I honestly don't think schools know how to handle it. I don't think adults of older generations know how to handle it. They were brought up in the mindset of "Just ignore it, they'll leave you alone after a while." That does not really ever happen. It seems to produce one of three results:depression transitioning to suicide, turning into a bully themselves, or the disaster of them all... committing a violent act towards the bullies. In my case, I channeled my depression and anger into being somewhat of a bully back at the bullies. Regrettably, it is something that lasts into adulthood. I struggle with it. Some days are good, some days I'm irritated. Some days I'm depressed, and some days I just turn into a complete bitchy-catty mess. Chocolate helps.
My point of all this is there needs to be a meeting of both the administrators and those that have been bullied, and have the administrators hear what is going on, how the school "handled" it, and the result of their "handling". There also needs to be a meeting of bullies and victims of school violence, where someone has gone into their school after being bullied to their breaking point, and them taking a disastrous, violent action towards their bullies and those that are caught in the crossfire.
I want those that are being bullied to know that there is hope. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Most if not all of those that make your life miserable won't be going on to the same high school/college/job you are. I'm not going to say it's going to be rainbows and lollipops once you get away from those situations/moving on in life. There are struggles. But it does get better. By ending your life, they are winning. Don't let them win. In no way am I saying go after them the way they go after you. I'm saying share your experience with others, document, keep speaking up. And remember it does get better.
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