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I’m going to explode. Seriously.

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Checking in!

At goodnuff’s request! >.< Sorry about that– I strayed again. I’ve been so busy trying not to kill myself, and my Italian professor. I don’t understand how that man manages to be any more infuriating. But he does it, somehow.

So last week my partner for the oral exam dropped the class. Nice of him, right? So I asked my prof what I should do about the partner thing, and he put me in a group with two other people. So now we have to have three way conversations. Believe me, it’s harder than it sounds. Well that’s all fine and dandy. We’re sitting in class Thurs and he passes out the appointment times for our exams. He scheduled my group on TUESDAY!!!! The syllabus says that oral exams will be given on Thursday the 21st. But no! Ours in one of only two groups that has to go on Tuesday the 19th! And I just got with my group last Thurs! AHHHHHHHHHHH! I’m not ready! I needed those extra two days! And of course, my group is NO HELP. We have a list of 5 different skits we can do, so I sat down today and decided I would write up 3 of them. I sent an email to the girl in my group (she was the only one there Thursday, so I don’t have any of the guy’s contact info) and I told her which skits I would write, and asked her to pass on the information to him. I told her that she and him could divide up the other two skits and write them. And she emailed me back and said “I don’t have the assignment sheet”. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Don’t you think you should have said something sooner?!!!! So I freaking wrote it up and sent it to her, and I haven’t gotten a response from her at all today. And it’s super cool because we only have one more day to get it done.

Seriously. These past few weeks have been trying to kill me. Last week it was the term paper, now it’s the oral exam. Not to mention all this other crap in between. My extended family came up this weekend to celebrate my great grandma’s 94th birthday, so we had to do the whole get together thing. Then I had the 30 Seconds to Mars concert last night. Was not impressed. And I’m super pissed because those bastard security guards took my mace. AHHHHHHHH!

I’ve been so stressed and busy, and I still have so much work to do. I cannot wait for this Thursday. It will be the first time in like, a month, that I will actually be able to stop and breathe.

Oh yeah, and another one of those artists on dA finished my commission request. She asked if she could submit it to her public gallery and– not knowing the harm– I told her she could. Omg. Worst thing I’ve ever done. My commission has become one of the top viewed, most popular pictures on dA right now. Everyone is looking at and commenting the artist. I am getting a wave of viewers, but they’re not really paying much attention to the story. I’ve gotten a couple of watchers, but I really don’t think that half of these people are reading the comment where she tells them that the characters are MINE. One girl actually asked the artist if she could do a lineart of the characters and color them. UM NO YOU CAN’T. And dammit, the artist is not the one who’s permission you need to be asking!!!!! THOSE ARE MY CHARACTERS AND YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW TO COLOR THEM YOU BITCH! Grrr. Grrrrrrrr.

Needless to say I will not be letting my commissioners post my commissions anymore.

But here is the picture for old time’s sake, I love it, but zaph did a much better interpretation. (Zaph did the first picture I posted) and I’m taking hers to be “the official Tae and Ridley picture”. All others are simply the artist’s interpretation of zaph’s because I am using her picture as the reference for all other commissions. ANYWAYS, so here it is:

It is gorgeous. I love Tae in this one. I love him in zaph’s more, but this one is pretty damn good too.

But yes… I am plenty frustrated.

One good thing has come up. My mom consulted our tax lady, and she told us that the school hasn’t processed my recent name change, and that’s why I’m not getting the full Pell Grant. So Tuesday I have to go fight with WSU’s financial aid department to get them to confirm my name change. The way it is right now, they are awarding the Grant to my previous name, something about my social security number, anyways, the point is, as soon as I sort it out I WILL be getting full Pell Grant. And that is a huge huge HUGE load off my shoulders.

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I’m going to explode.

I could not be any more aggravated right now. I thought it would be stressful going back to school after the break, but it’s just the first week and I’m ready to start punching babies. I just now got an e-mail from my Italian professor with tomorrow’s homework assignment. Now look at the clock (9PM) now look at the word “tomorrow”. He has had TWO DAYS to send out this homework assignment and he chooses to send it at 9PM the night before? WTF. Does he think he’s the only teacher in the world? I have class tomorrow from 9:30 in the morning to 5PM. No breaks. Nothing. Straight classes. His class starts at 3PM and I absolutely cannot do other homework in my other classes, it’s just not acceptable, these classes rely on discussions or note taking, I can’t be doing a billion pages of Italian. UGH.

This isn’t the first time he’s done this either. In fact, on Tuesday MORNING he sent out the e-mail for the homework assignment that was due THAT DAY at 3PM. Right. At least with that one he gave us a “just do what you can” disclaimer, and apologized. But this is absolutellllllyyyyyyyyy unaccpetable. Why can’t he just assign homework in class like every other teacher on the planet? The internet is ruining teaching. If you’re going to use e-mail to communicate something so serious with your students LEARN HOW TO FUCKING USE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m so angry I can’t even concentrate on doing the work that I know have to cram into the next three hours tonight, you know, in between making and eating dinner, showering (which is a real chore right now, read on and you’ll understand why), straightening my hair, doing laundry, and all the other fucking shit I have to do. And this isn’t just a simple homework assignment either. Nope, oh no. It’s about 20 or so exercises with like 9-15 questions each in ITALIAN. Which I can’t speak. Super cool. Rage rage rage rage rage.

In addition to all of this, my tattoo got infected. Went to the ER last night and got prescribed four different medications. Diagnosis was cellulitis. Hoping it clears up and doesn’t damage the tattoo, because I do not want to suffer through a touch up. So yeah. I’m super pissed all around, and this has ruined my fricken night.

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Not cool.

The week trudges on, unfortunately, and it’s not done dragging little bits of my peace and sanity with it. This morning I decided to get on the scale and I weighed 190. That’s a 4lb gain overnight. Questionable? Yeah, a bit. Granted, the day before I ate an entire large Cottage Inn pizza, not my best choice… but a 4lb gain overnight seems a little…suspicious. I mean I’ve eaten way more calories in one day, and I have gained maybe 1lb or so after a couple of days. Even my entire Christmas break I never gained that much. I’m still stuck on this number, in complete awe. I don’t know exactly when my TOM is coming, but I don’t feel like it’s supposed to be here yet, although I would REALLY love to blame it on that. It’s really heartbreaking that I worked so hard last week and pulled a 5lb and now I’m going to spend the rest of, who knows how long, working this 4lbs back off. Just ugh.

And in addition to that, I’ve been trying to figure out if I can resell this computer game I bought, and it’s looking like a big fat no. So I’m also out $50. Cool beans.

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Rough Tuesday

Song of the Day: “The Vulture” Pendulum

Wow, so Tuesday was hella fricken long. I knew it would be long but I just wasn’t prepared for all the things that went wrong >=( I woke up at 7:40am (as usual) and had to get ready to go to school. This is where I discovered, for the first time in three weeks, that my Anthropology professor is a complete jackass. He’s one of those teachers who is really into “group work”. I don’t buy into that shit. I understand if you need to force me to do like a group activity every now and again, but I’m not in university for anyone else, I’m in it for myself. I take care of myself. I care ABOUT myself. I’m independent. I don’t want to rely on others to get my work done, I want to do my own thing. And it really started to get to me yesterday that there is absolutely NO variation in the class whatosever. It’s just group work, group work, group work. And I’m like can we PLEASE for ONE DAY just have a straight lecture, or sit down and take some fricken notes? I’m a verbal and aesthetic learner, I DON’T LEARN IN GROUPS. And mostly, I’m too busy being pissed off and thinking the people around me are complete idiots to even focus on the material! FLIPPER. So I made a big to-do yesterday when he broke us into groups for a third time in a single 2hour class period to talk about evolution. No, no, no. He’s like “you’ll have to get up and move”. There’s a reason I picked this fricken desk douche bag. It’s because I planned on sitting in it. So instead, I got up and threw a tantrum, dragging, and I do mean dragging (rather loudly) my desk from one side of the room to the other.

So after that -_- I had to talk to my Italian professor after class. Before the semester he posted the book list for class, and we had to buy the textbook and an accompanying workbook. Neither of which I could find cheap on amazon or ebay. I’m used to getting my textbooks for $14 or lower. No. They were $50 and $60. Then come to find out he wants us to sign up for something called a “digital workbook”. So I got online and tried to make an account, and it asked me for a book key. And I looked through my books and I didn’t have one (possibly because they’re used). The site told me I could purchase one… for $53. Um no. I sent my professor an e-mail telling him that I refused to buy a third book for $50 when I already had to buy two for the class, and the digital workbook is the same as the PRINT workbook except that it isn’t effing online. He said it’s “for emergencies only”. So I asked if I could please just use the print book and he’s like “well it’s more work for me…” and I’m like I DON’T CARE! DO YOUR DAMN JOB! I’m not blowing another $53 on something I ALREADY BOUGHT.

And then it REALLY began. Ugh. Tuesday night was the Linkin Park concert. I’ve really been looking forward to it, but I knew it was going to be stressful because driving in downtown Detroit (my first time) is no walk in the park, even for experienced drivers. And parking is a bitch. So my mom drove my friend Kayla up to Detroit to meet me, and gave me directions. We were going to park in the Greektown casino parking garage (it’s free because we have a Greektown membership) and then take the Mmm Train (the people mover) to the Joe. So we find the parking garage fine, get a nice space, and then we have to make a trip through hobo riddled streets to find the Mmm Train. That took some work.

Finally, we located the Mmm Train (thanks to some random Asian druggie). The entrance to the Mmm Train was inside the casino. So we go on up to the third floor and we find out that we need to buy tokens…. Yeah. They’re fifty cents. Which we didn’t have. But I had my bank card. So we went BACK down to the first floor, I tried withdrawing $5, but noooo, you have to withdraw in multiples of $20 -_- so I got a fricken $20 and THEN it effing charges me a $3 convinience charge! AHHHHHHHHHH! Whatever. We go back to the third floor and realize… the token machine doesn’t take $20 bills. AHHHHHHHHHH! So I freaked out, called my mom, she tells me to go to the restaurant in the casino and buy something (because spending more money is what I want to do). We go to the restaurant and I begged the chick just to break my $20, she was really nice and gave me a $10 and two $5. (I wasn’t thinking straight). So we go BACK up to the third floor. I put the five in the machine… and realize… it doesn’t ask you if you want change. Nope. It gives you $5 in tokens. And we only needed 4. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

On one hand, the concert was effing amazing. I got to try out my new camera, too! And we were in fricken nosebleed and it was still sharp as flip.

After the concert we got stuck in the lonnnggg longggg Joe lines to the Mmm Train. We made the long trek back to the casino, up to the car, we’re ready to get the hell out of there, drive to the gate and… the gate doesn’t go up. It’s on a motion sensor, so when you pull your car up, it’s supposed to rise and let you out. But it didn’t. I scooted up and scooted up and it would not fricken open. Of course, of ALL the times, two cars are behind me just honking away like they don’t fricken see that the damn gate is gone. So I get out my car and yell at the chick behind me that it won’t open, and she’s like “If you pull up it will” NO IT WON’T! THE GATE IS TOUCHING MY CAR! I CAN’T PULL UP ANYMORE OR IT MY CAR WILL BREAK IT DOWN! So I had to wait till these effing morons realized wtf was going on and back the frick up so we could all go up an level and get out. And as I’m driving up to the next level, I glance over, and see some car go all dandy peachy fine through the gate that wouldn’t open.

Cool.

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