Saturday

Today I woke up and went back to sleep, as planned.  It looks cloudy and I have not left the house yet, but I did take a shower and get dressed.  Then I went back to bed again.  I may go check the mail soon.  When Ant comes home he's going to ask, "How was your day?"  And that's what I'll have to say.

I haven't heard back from the teacher yet.  Keep your fingers crossed.

P.S.

I just figured out why this is happening- are you ready?  This is happening because I did not have to pull an all-nighter this entire semester.  I planned ahead and worked hard and tried my best not to procrastinate and... well, dis aliter visum.  It seemed otherwise to the gods.

Speaking of procrastinating, back I go...

No, I am not kidding.

I am currently working on my final project for the Proposal Writing class- yes, the one that was finished two days ago.  I got an email from my teacher saying that my project was insufficient.  I could either turn in more for 20 points off or do nothing and get an F.  Wow.

I'm really a lot more upset than that but Tracy (who, thankfully, happened to be on the phone with me at the time) encouraged me to get mad later and focus every bit of energy I had left on cranking out writing.  So that's what I'm doing at 10:00 on what should be my first night of freedom.

And in a true moment of perfect timing, Jenea just texted to say she has to cancel the trip tomorrow.  After whatever I have to get done tonight, I will sure appreciate the schedule change.  I will definitely need time to stare at the ceiling tomorrow.

Quick Blog for Tracy

I had a whole hour to blog and internet failure at the same time so I had to go to the library to get help.  I started a blog on Word and haven't finished that one yet but now I'm online and can do a mini blog.  So more later, but for now:

Yes, I am stupid busy.  I only have a few minutes left before I need to head over to the mindfulness class.  I'll be done by 9, when I'll go home and watch a few minutes of Extreme Couponing or Food Network Challenge and conk out in order to be up by 6:30 to go to work.  At work I will feverishly study art history, then run to the VA for the appointment with the perpetually late orthopedic doctor.  The exam's at 4:30.  When I'm done I will drive myself home to vegetate and probably pick Chris up when his show's over.  I sacrificed my Lay-on-the-floor day to ride with Jenea out to Sacramento for the day.  I know, right?  Sunday is Topaz for Mother's Day and then Chris and I are going to see Quidam.  That's my Goddammit-I've-Got-To-Do-This present.

Monday I scheduled myself to go to work but nobody at work knows that yet so maybe I won't.

Almost done...

If only the essay was about anger.

This is going to be a late night.  I have to write an essay on the humor in Ellen Meloy's The Anthropology of Turquoise, the book I've had the hardest time with this semester.  Gotta love that last minute essay assignment when all the other projects are due.

I'm here because I just had a big stupid fight with Chris about who does more around the house and who's more exhausted.  I hate that no matter what I get done or how fast I work, the end of the semester always sucks.  I'm so fucking tired and I'm on the verge of getting sick.  I haven't had any time to get sick though, so it hasn't caught up with me yet.

8 o'clock and I still have to coordinate dinner and dogs.  I'm sure if I didn't say anything it would happen eventually but Jesus- the chicken you want to make takes an hour to cook.  How long do you think you can wait?  Throughout the argument I'm reminding him that it's time to start the rice.  I know the dogs need to be fed and taken out.  I think I should get gratitude for keeping things running- instead I think he wants me to just make dinner and put the laundry away and clean the bathroom and whatever else needs to be done.  It would mean a lot less arguments.  Tempting, sure, but no thanks.  I don't mind insisting that you help out.  It was really cute when he started putting away the laundry to show me how fast and easy it is.  Come here, let me stab you in the eyeball.

Ok, I'm not feeling totally resolved here but at least I'm back to neutral.  Now I'm off to go try to find some of this stuff funny and write a very short, shitty, and slightly angry essay about it.

Now that it's late and I'm tired, it's time to blog.

I just finished my final draft for an application letter to an editing certificate program.  This is for the proposal class and not for UW.  At least, not right now.  I feel like I did as a senior in high school- mildly disbelieving that I was a senior and ready to never see a school again.  I will be relieved to graduate, but the difference this time is that I know it will only be like a month before I'm whining that I miss taking classes. And who knows, maybe we'll move to Washington.  We've only been talking about it for the last five years.  So the letter is finished and saved and waiting to maybe someday be mailed.

Tonight it's still Tuesday, which means I've got tomorrow to write my short exam essay and study some Art History.  Thursday is Take-Your-Dog-To-School Day, when Riley will be accompanying me around the Rancho San Rafael park loop.  After Chris picks her up I'll have my last nonfiction class, turn in my essays, listen to the last readings, then go home and study more Art History.  Friday is work that consists of answering the phone ("Ma'am, this is the Reno Vet Center, as in VETERAN, not veterinarian.") and studying Art History.  Then I'll run to the VA hospital early to wait impatiently for the orthopedic doctor who will be ridiculously behind and I will have to reschedule in order to make it to school in time for the final.  Saturday is Lay-On-The-Floor-And-Stare-At-The-Ceiling Day.

Tonight we did grocery shopping, tomorrow morning is laundry.  Booooo, nobody likes laundry.  But I'll bring my old tests and maybe Chris will quiz me.  I'm not really annoyed about the laundry though, because it is only 11 now and there will be no alarm tomorrow.  Ha HA!

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This frigging splint sucks.  Chris cut up a sock to protect my skin but my entire thumb sweats inside a molded plastic sleeve all day.  It's swollen and itchy at the end of the day and if I take it out and scratch it I take off skin.  The thumb part of the splint is a little snug but I think I'm going to have to come up with a little cloth sleeve for that too.  I have to give it a shot at least, because this is not awesome.  There's another three weeks- I don't think my thumb can lose much more skin.

OMfrickinfrackinG

Get an email from Veterans Services guru, wants to know when I am on campus because issues abound.  I email back, offer to show up immediately or any day this week.

Do not wait for reply, go directly to Veterans Services, send the following email to guru:

"I am sitting outside your office."

Guru comes to collect me, wrangles a plan to leave me enough credits to make it to the fall semester.  (Translation: Guru is trying to ensure I am paid to go to school in the fall.  If credit limit is reached in summer nothing is left for fall.)

Veterans Services Plan: Drop two summer classes in order to sneak into fall semester with two credits short of VA limit.

Step 1: Run to Financial Aid and retrieve full time aid request so as not to repeat last year's fiasco.

Step 2: Run to Cashier's Office to pick up Direct Deposit form. (How have I not done this yet?)

Step 3: Explain to cashier what happened to hand, commiserate.

Step 4: Run to Art History class

Step 5: Blog

Step 6: Zone out during lecture, change registration online to reflect dropped classes.

Step 7: Email Veterans Services guru, announce said classes have been dropped.

Step 8: Email College of Liberal Arts advisor, ask for yet another appointment to ensure requirements are still being met with new changes.

Step 9: Email family, remind them that I did not, in fact, paint graduation year on Christmas ornaments yet.

Step 10: Look up, wonder how an hour passed, try to pay attention.

Or you could just use a rock.

It feels like I haven't been here in forever.  It's only been like four days but yesterday feels like four months ago.

I was up until 2 last night finishing my book project- and I only finished the two I needed to turn in.  The rest will be sitting on my desk until next week or whenever I can bear thinking about going back to it.  It did turn out really cool though, I'm proud of it.  I made some really doofus mistakes that I didn't catch until I tried to put it together so it's a good thing I only had to turn in two or I would have been up all night.  It has already been requested but don't worry, of course I will take lots of pictures of the finished product and do a detailed blog about it.  I want to show it off.  Today we looked at everybody's books and again, like the vain little asshole I am, I wanted to keep looking at my own.  But now they're gone so I'm going to have to make more to look at.  : )

Yesterday I went to pick Ant up from Bubba's and brought the dogs along.  We went to a park and walked a mile-long trail.  I'm not sure how this happened, but most of it was uphill.  Ant spent the first half planning hiking trips.  He said we could hike for three hours, sit down for a nice picnic lunch, then hike the three hours back.  I asked if he was going to carry the cooler so he spent a while trying to figure out how to get the food in.  First he suggested that we bring a bike and trade off riding it.  Then he decided we should bring a specially designed hiking wagon.

He spent the second half of our hike complaining that he had to poop.

"I don't know where you're going to find any leaves," I said jokingly.

"WEEDS!?" he cried.  "Why would I use weeds?  I think leaves would be better."