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Posted by Amber on August 24th, 2010
Filed under: School
I have a ton of stuff to do within between right now and my first class is tomorrow, so with sleep I have about four, maybe five hours to do all that. So I’ll make this short. Normally I wouldn’t do two posts in two days like this, but the year just keeps getting better.
Get to class. Nearly missed the bus because I forgot to fill up my water bottle last night, but I remembered it this year and since I rode my bike over to the stop(homeless dude free this time) I managed to get it. I got to class, sat there for a bit, then mycology started. The professor is a freaking bore. I’m pretty sure he’s just at the university for his research.
I get out of that class and tried to get my bike over to where my next class was and get to the bus stop so I could go back to the apartment and relax for a bit because I had over two hours in between classes. Lesson learned, from now on I’ll just take the bike with me back, even if it’s more of a hassle. I missed the bus I intended to catch, and they run about every half hour. So I was pretty much standing at the bus stop for a half hour, and when I got back to the apartment I had about twenty minutes to eat lunch and catch the bus back. Ate a Lunchable, on the way to the bus stop the homeless dude was sitting at a bus stop for a different bus. Got on the bus, sat and waited for Japanese to start, while trying to quickly review first semester stuff because we had to do a writing and talk to our partner about Japanese. I didn’t even notice at first, but a person who I had it with last year, who I was partnered with a couple times was sitting next to me, so that was nice. Kind of sad I have no clue what her first name is, although I only learned one person’s first name last semester. Have to keep it formal in there. Then we had to switch partners, and the dude who I was partnered with was also in my class last semester, one of the many Chinese students that was in the class. He didn’t know my name, I didn’t know his either, fine with me. He always annoyed me last semester anyway. Acted as if he was so much better than I was at speaking. Like hell. He was one of the people who couldn’t figure out you don’t have to so heavily pronounce the ‘u’ in a lot of words, such as in desu, or the formal version of nouns. Just because he’s from a nearby country doesn’t mean shit. I’m coming from nothing but Latin based languages my entire life and I’m having to completely learn everything as new.
At some point during Japanese my phone died so I had no clue what time it was. I went to the bookstore to return something because I already had it and wanted to get my 50 bucks back. Had to go around outside and wait in line for I’m guessing about twenty minutes. It was so damn hot, and I had forgotten to grab my water bottle again, so since I had over an hour until my next class I decided to go over to Jamba Juice, because I had a gift card. Got my aloha pineapple, walked outside, and you know what? It was raining. And I had my flip flops on like usual. They’re not very good shoes for walking in the rain, tend to slip a lot. So I slowly but as quickly as I can without hurting myself head back to my bike which was parked near the student union. Unsure of what time it was but knowing for sure it wasn’t time for class yet I biked to where class was. Slowly made my way down the stairs with a few scares on the way, and sat my wet self down outside the classroom. I felt disgusting, I was completely soaked because of course the rain got harder. It is monsoon season after all. I guess I’m at least lucky I missed the hail. Yes, apparently there was hail, as one person who came into class said they had taken cover from. So yes, sat there in immunology, which seems like it will be a bit challenging, but I think I’ll enjoy it. Although my professor must be young, or at least she looks young, like mid twenties maybe. At first I thought it was a TA teaching, but nope, she’s a professor, a senior professor at that.
Got out early of there luckily. I waited at the bus stop in the rain. Bus got there, pulled way up so I had to step into the water on the street to get my bike on it, then there was this seriously obese man who seems to be staring at me disapprovingly while on it. It was rather rude, it’s not like I look strange. I wasn’t the one who looked like an elephant baby. Anyway, I got off the bus, had to step into the flooded street again for my bike, then rode it all the way back to the apartment door. Got in, thought of what to eat. Had a popcorn chicken and smiley fries Michelina’s thing, because the sink still isn’t fixed. If the sink isn’t fixed I can’t exactly clean my dishes/pots and the such. Plus I don’t want to unpack too much, since I don’t know what the hell the exterminator is going to have to do to get rid of these damn bugs, if he even can. My everything is still in the boxes, my nice new plate set, my glasses, my knives. The only thing I have out is my utensils, and they’re sitting at the bathroom sink. When I use one I use it, immediately wash it and put it back in its spot.
Okay, that’s it. Now to look for my printer cables again. I don’t remember where the hell I packed them when I moved out of the dorm. My mom thinks I may have taped them on top of the printer when I moved it out, which is a possibility, but if that’s the case they were left at home. Which is not good, because I need to print out all of the chapter seven stuff for Japanese and need it tomorrow.
I can’t wait until my cats come down, then it won’t be so quiet in here all the time. And I’ll have something fluffy to cheer me up, and alleviate me of stress. Plus if the exterminator doesn’t do shit(which I’m guessing will be the case) they’ll lessen the bugs significantly I’m sure. And it’ll be good for the kitties too, they won’t have to live in that crowded house.
EDIT: Also forgot to add that I want to take a so badly and get all the nasty sweat that accumulated over the day off of me, but it’s still storming outside. I need to at least wait until the thunder and lighting stop.
EDIT EDIT: Found my printer cables. Or rather my mom found them. Over 200 miles north of here. We were running short on room when we were coming down so I told her to just leave the tote with the stuffed animals and blankets, because I wouldn’t need the blankets for a few months. Guess where the cables were?
I also just noticed that my AC hasn’t kicked on in awhile. Looked and it was set at 85. I left it at 78 today when I left. So apparently a person was in here to repair the sink but they didn’t? And if so, why the hell did they have to set my AC so high? The damn apartment complex pays for the AC, and seeing as how pissed I am at them I’ll run it as low as I want.
EDIT EDIT EDIT: I’m getting more and more pissed off. Awhile ago I was sitting at the table in the dining room and hear something at me bedroom window. Scared the shit out of me. It was a couple of females, probably some drunk bitches. They’re lucky that they stopped doing whatever they were doing when they did, because I did bring a sword and a few throwing daggers for extra protection. Also, I looked into my room and my alarm clock looked strange. I thought my eyes were a bit off but I walked up to it and I was right, it was off. It said 8AM, it’s 10PM. So someone went in my room and for some reason they messed with my alarm clock. It wasn’t blinking, so they attempted to reset it or something. The alarm times are at 1AM, and without setting them they’re at 12AM. I was wondering where that leaf in my bedroom came from, I knew I didn’t drag anything in on my shoes.Tags: fml, rain, School, shitty aparment
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|Megan on August 25, 2010|
You give them too much credit. I don’t think it was someone who came to repair the sink, it’s more likely someone from the apartment complex decided to let themselves in to look around when they knew you weren’t there.
For the women, if they or anyone else does something like that again, open the window and wave the sword around while yelling in tongues. It might also help to get some sort of creepy chanting CD, a rubber chicken, a grass skirt, loose/messy shirt (I think purple would be good-with red nail polish/marker spots), and a wrapped hat. I guarantee No one will mess with you. Works well with Mormons too.
|Amber on August 25, 2010|
Really the only reason I can think of for them to go in my room would be to see if the cats are in there because they probably think I’m stiffing them the pet deposit, even though I told them I didn’t have the money right now so I’d be bringing them in a couple weeks.
When I read chanting I immediately thought of that one scene in Finding Nemo.