Yeah…where to begin?

Let’s begin with the apartment. Well, turns out that that exterminator didn’t know what the hell they were doing, because when we began moving the big stuff in Saturday we went around the edges of the room with bug spray, and they came running out. One even nearly went into my brand new couch, but my aunt caught it. And then the next day of course there’s more, I even found a few in my room. Honestly, this apartment thing had me crying last night. I was just so sick of having to deal with all this shit, and so pissed that the stupid apartment complex showed such a nice apartment to me when I was looking only for me to be given this piece of crap. I can’t even open the door regularly. To unlock the screen door from the outside I need to push in first then turn the lock, and the regular door just doesn’t like opening without some force behind it. And yesterday, after my mom sprayed the cabinets (is that the right word? For some reason I feel like it isn’t) and wiped all the bugs that were in there, she laid down some shelf lining and put the little bit of food I got in them. Then she told me to wash the dishes and such so they could be put away. I attempted to start with my silverware. Well, I didn’t even get through that, before the entire faucet came flying off and water went everywhere. My mom screwed it back on, but it came off again. So I ended up doing the silverware in the kitchen sink, and I had to do each individually because I don’t have a stopper for it. Today, although I was just going to wait until tomorrow because I was so tired, I went to the office and told them all of this. I mainly decided to do it today because I made my pot pie, was going into the extra storage closet to get a plate and I see a roach on the wall. Killed that sucker, then grabbed my keys and went up to the office, even missing the beginning of The Office and holding off on eating to do so. I guess tomorrow they’ll come fix the faucet when I’m at school, and she said she’d call an exterminator, although I don’t know when. She kept asking if it was ants, and I kept telling her no. If it was ants I could take care of them, there have been issues with ants a few times at home, they’re pretty easy to get rid of. And I have to go back in tomorrow, although I think they’ll be closed by time I get back from class, to pick up new keys, because my mailbox key won’t work and my other key won’t open up the laundry room.

I’ll continue with my baby girl Izumi. She got spayed a couple weeks ago because I was planning on bringing her and Rosco down here with me(they’re still coming, but in a few weeks). Well, initially she was being so good about not licking her wound. She’d lick the fur above it or to the sides, but not the shaved area where the wound was. And when she tried to I gave her a few chances, but if she continued to I put the collar on her. Of course my stupid father would take it off when I left and didn’t bother watching her. So, between that, and possibly the other cats licking at it as well, she opened up her stitches. So the cone has been on her for a few days since I noticed, and yesterday when I looked at her it looked disgusting. My mom took her back to the clinic today to have her looked up. Luckily she only opened the external stitches, so they had to redo the external ones, and now she has to wear the cone at all times for fourteen days, has to be on antibiotics, and has to have something applied to it three times a day for that period (I don’t remember what my mom said it was). She also has to be completely isolated from the other cats for those fourteen days, so my mom stuck her in my room at the house.

Now, let’s get to school. I’ll just start from the beginning of today. I don’t have class on Mondays until noon, so I set my alarm for nine. I woke up a bit after seven, and didn’t actually get back to bed until past midnight because I was kind of scared of any bugs getting on the bed. I should say right now I’ve been sleeping on some sort of twin bed for so long I totally forgot how to use a full size mattress. I have all that extra room, yet I tend to stay on one side. So, I got up, and was delighted to see that Teen Titans was on. I had a yogurt for breakfast, and a couple sips of Gatorade. Watched TV for a bit, then got dressed and straightened my hair. Then checked the bus times, wrote down my classes and locations because I still haven’t found my printer cables, then left. I got to the bus stop, and right as I got there a couple cops on bikes pulled up, talking to some nasty smelling possibly homeless most likely drunk guy, who they’ve clearly had contact with in the past, because they knew his name. I waited for the bus in the heat and it finally came. Didn’t know how the hell to get the bike rack thing down or how to get my bike in, so the bus driver had to do it for me. I didn’t get my bus pass, so I just had to pay normal fare, and I ended up getting off about a half mile earlier than expected. Probably because my old dorm was in that area, and I kind of just started associating it with campus. So I rode to where I needed to be, and I was disgusting, sweating so damn crazy. And I had to wait a half hour outside. I got in to o-chem, and the class was smaller than I expected. I know last semester’s o-chem there were tons of people. And the professor comes in, kind of starts talking syllabus crap, and then my stomach churns slightly. He says that whatever the class average is at the end of the semester will be the C-range. With my last o-chem professor (who was AMAZING, he may very well be the best professor I have ever or ever will have) the class average on the tests would be the B-range, and all you had to do to get a C in the class was get a 50%. That probably sounds ridiculous to people reading this, but if you’ve taken o-chem you’ll understand where these ridiculously large curves come from. When he started lecturing I could tell I’m screwed. I’m going to have to work my ass off ten times more this semester for o-chem than last semester, and that’s while having to learn even more complex Japanese and take two 400 level courses. And then he started lecturing some, and I had no clue what the hell he was talking about. One he got past electrophiles and nucleophiles I was completely lost, yet he expected us to know this stuff. Then he ended up running five minutes over, and I had to rush like crazy to Japanese, and got there with a minute to spare. I don’t think the classroom I have it in this time is any bigger than where I had it last semester, I think there are just fewer students. Significantly fewer, there’s probably only fifteen people if that in the class. And then what got me is that the professor isn’t even Japanese. And I’m not sure if she’s even taught Japanese before, because when I went on Rate My Professor there were only ratings for her as a TRAD professor. When she spoke I almost couldn’t understand her, it sound so strange because she doesn’t have the native sound that my professors last semester had. There are two grad students who are Japanese, both from Osaka originally, and you can tell they’re grad students. The way they speak is what you expect from someone from Japan, very…well, kind of quiet and reserved. And they speak it rather fast. Not like Fujii-sensei, she was always very understanding that we were new to the language and would help us out if we were having trouble, and spoke clearly and loudly so we’d be able to understand, and was quite energetic. These two don’t seem that way at all. Still, between the two of them they’ll be teaching most of the days, actual professor will only teach on Wednesdays. And lucky me, get to learn 130 kanji this semester.But if I can remember them that should mean I’ll actually be able to read most Japanese.

I then find out I need to purchase class notes, so after class I go downstairs (luckily they were in the building I had class and not the bookstore), although when I got there the line was already huge. It moved fast though, and I’m out of $3.50. Then I went down to Parking and Transportation to get my bus pass. I wasn’t expecting it to be so crowded. Well, I was there for over an hour in line, and in front of me was this extremely annoying couple who wouldn’t quit clinging to each other. I had written down the two buses I could have caught after class, but wasn’t expecting to be standing in line for a hour, so I had to randomly wait for the bus. Since I hadn’t anything to drink all day but that little bit of Powerade, so I tried to get a drink from one of the vending machines, and the stupid thing ate my dollar. I put the dollar in, then attempted to put the quarter in and it kept returning it to me, but it wouldn’t return the dollar. So I went and waited at the stop for about fifteen minutes, a storm approaching. When the bus got there…let me say this first: the buses here only have room for two bikes on the front of them. You’d think in a college town where a lot of people live in apartments far away from campus and might have bikes they’d put more on. When it got there, after waiting all that time, it already had two bikes on it. I briefly considered waiting, but didn’t want to get caught in the rain, so I did something stupid and decided to bike all the way back to the apartment, over three miles away. Three miles is a lot farther on bike than it is in a car. My throat was in pain from dehydration most likely setting, and I was crazy hungry because I hadn’t had any solid food all day. But eventually, an 45 minutes later than expected, I made it back. I got in, placed my bike against the wall, went and washed my face down because it was covered in sweat, then drank a liter of water and about half a liter of Powerade. And ate a piece of string cheese, because it was a bit past four and I was going to eat dinner soon anyway.

It’s nearly eight already, the day has completely gone by. I need to study Japanese from last semester, because I don’t remember much. And find my printer cables, because I think I need to print something out for Japanese. I have class at 9:30 I think tomorrow. And for some reason chem labs are starting this week. They normally start a week after school.