I am preparing to prepare.
That is, I have a three-month checklist of things that need to be done. That's Christmas shopping. That's map printing. That's buying a plate and cup for Dad because he doesn't actually have one here. There's telling Princeton Villa that I may have a dog in my place for a few days (and getting permission for said fluffy creature.) Finding out when I get the gown and et cetera, changing my change into cash, getting rid of stuff I don't want (but not YET.) The list goes on for a bit.
All in all, there are about 50 things that need to be done. It's not a long list, it's just all split up in different directions and it's going to take time to get it all completed, which is why I'm starting tomorrow chipping away at the stupid thing.
Ow, just popped my collarbone again.
Anyone who thinks I'm jumping the gun probably is the type that starts packing for the road trip the week before. That's fine. When you go to buy your shaved ham, I hope it's on sale, buster. Three months out, if the ham goes on sale next week, guess who's grabbing it up and running for the door?
I have stuff to do tomorrow, as I said, so I am gonna go get some sleep.
Ta,
Bec
PS: I did watch the Doctor Who episode and I will post in a separate post probably tomorrow or Thursday.
28.8.11
Irene Blew In And All I Was Left With Was Bagel Cravings Again
Power went out at 3 PM. Was back on by the time I came home around 11:30. No damage around here that I could see. The sun's shining outside and the birds were singing this morning.
I'm trying to get homework done (ho ho ho) and listening to a bit of Chris Thile. Figured I might as well hear some of the million and one CD's the man has put out in the last 17 years. He was 14 when he put out the first one, then another by himself, 3 with Nickel Creek, 3 solo, 2 with Punch Brothers, then a couple more solo ones in the middle. And a concerto with a mandolin.
I have a lot to catch up on.
I'm watching food being made on silent and it's making me want cream cheese very, very badly. On a bagel. On a hot, fat, warm bagel with...oh I am STOPPING now. Bad, bad, bad, girl (slaps hand.)
I am turning this off and getting some homework done.
Ta,
Bec
I'm trying to get homework done (ho ho ho) and listening to a bit of Chris Thile. Figured I might as well hear some of the million and one CD's the man has put out in the last 17 years. He was 14 when he put out the first one, then another by himself, 3 with Nickel Creek, 3 solo, 2 with Punch Brothers, then a couple more solo ones in the middle. And a concerto with a mandolin.
I have a lot to catch up on.
I'm watching food being made on silent and it's making me want cream cheese very, very badly. On a bagel. On a hot, fat, warm bagel with...oh I am STOPPING now. Bad, bad, bad, girl (slaps hand.)
I am turning this off and getting some homework done.
Ta,
Bec
26.8.11
Batten Down the Hatches! We're All Gonna Die!
Not really. I think most of this big, fat hurricane is going to miss Durham and Raleigh. We're far enough inshore that we'll only get a lot of rain and wind.
I did do some preparation- I have a flashlight with batteries. My MP3 player is fully charged up (it has a radio built in) and I have enough food prepared for about four meals, plus a couple that don't need to be prepared beforehand. I have water frozen-about 120 ounces or so. Without power, I could probably hold out for about 4 to 5 days (I don't expect it'll be longer than 2 at most.)
I just have to take a shower and that'll be it (wanna be clean when the lights go out tomorrow morning.) No point in keeping water in the bathtub or the sink-it'll just run out anyway and I still have bug problems. Besides, this isn't going to go on that long.
Let Irene come. I'm ready. My very first hurricane.
I also got my Chris Thile ticket today, and I taped it to the lamp on my dresser. Don't want to lose it now that I have it-I have a good seat. Row E! In the orchestra pit!
Might be a couple days before I post again. I suspect we'll lose power.
Here she comes!
Ta,
Bec
I did do some preparation- I have a flashlight with batteries. My MP3 player is fully charged up (it has a radio built in) and I have enough food prepared for about four meals, plus a couple that don't need to be prepared beforehand. I have water frozen-about 120 ounces or so. Without power, I could probably hold out for about 4 to 5 days (I don't expect it'll be longer than 2 at most.)
I just have to take a shower and that'll be it (wanna be clean when the lights go out tomorrow morning.) No point in keeping water in the bathtub or the sink-it'll just run out anyway and I still have bug problems. Besides, this isn't going to go on that long.
Let Irene come. I'm ready. My very first hurricane.
I also got my Chris Thile ticket today, and I taped it to the lamp on my dresser. Don't want to lose it now that I have it-I have a good seat. Row E! In the orchestra pit!
Might be a couple days before I post again. I suspect we'll lose power.
Here she comes!
Ta,
Bec
25.8.11
My Shoes Have Died
This morning as I was running out the door at an ungodly hour, I noticed that my left shoe's front end had torn away. Add to that the hole forming right at the tip of the toe.
When I had a chance to really look at the thing, it appears that the entire front bottom is peeling away from the rest of the shoe.
And to top it all off, the right one is doing the same thing.
I'm just going to toss them. I have two more pairs in the closet that I was only not wearing because they bother my big toe joint a little bit. I'll suck it up as long as I can stand it because I really don't want to buy new shoes right now. I want to go to a concert in November. The shoes can wait.
Ah, yes, the concert. I'm going to buy the tickets tomorrow. His name's Chris Thile. He was the mandolin player for Nickel Creek for a long time and now he's gone solo, and he's going to be just down the street at the Carolina Theatre in November. He is probably the greatest mandolin player alive today.
And I am damn well going to see him.
Here's a link to some of his stuff. The song is Song for A Young Queen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mzi1S-KVLKU
Now take a listen to that and tell me he's not a total bloody genius.
Ta,
Bec
When I had a chance to really look at the thing, it appears that the entire front bottom is peeling away from the rest of the shoe.
And to top it all off, the right one is doing the same thing.
I'm just going to toss them. I have two more pairs in the closet that I was only not wearing because they bother my big toe joint a little bit. I'll suck it up as long as I can stand it because I really don't want to buy new shoes right now. I want to go to a concert in November. The shoes can wait.
Ah, yes, the concert. I'm going to buy the tickets tomorrow. His name's Chris Thile. He was the mandolin player for Nickel Creek for a long time and now he's gone solo, and he's going to be just down the street at the Carolina Theatre in November. He is probably the greatest mandolin player alive today.
And I am damn well going to see him.
Here's a link to some of his stuff. The song is Song for A Young Queen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mzi1S-KVLKU
Now take a listen to that and tell me he's not a total bloody genius.
Ta,
Bec
24.8.11
Internet Back Up!
My Internet came back this morning...but only AFTER I went down to pay the rent and complained in person.
I talked to my sister for a few minutes today. Grandma's on the warpath and wants Dad back at work, despite the little problem of the pins in his thumb and the gash in his fingers and you know, the fairly significant INJURY he suffered all of two days ago.
She really is a world class I will not put the word in but you know what it is.
Of course, Dad's boneheaded doctor says as long as he doesn't use his left hand, he can go back to work. DOES the man KNOW what my father does for a living? He'll only hurt himself worse if he goes back.
OI.
After I got done talking to my sister, I hopped in the shower, cooked some stuff, and set out clothes for tomorrow because I have to be up early to work and I hate not having it all set to go. This I did in an hour.
Tomorrow's going to be a long day.
I am going to lunch with a friend, so ta,
Bec
I talked to my sister for a few minutes today. Grandma's on the warpath and wants Dad back at work, despite the little problem of the pins in his thumb and the gash in his fingers and you know, the fairly significant INJURY he suffered all of two days ago.
She really is a world class I will not put the word in but you know what it is.
Of course, Dad's boneheaded doctor says as long as he doesn't use his left hand, he can go back to work. DOES the man KNOW what my father does for a living? He'll only hurt himself worse if he goes back.
OI.
After I got done talking to my sister, I hopped in the shower, cooked some stuff, and set out clothes for tomorrow because I have to be up early to work and I hate not having it all set to go. This I did in an hour.
Tomorrow's going to be a long day.
I am going to lunch with a friend, so ta,
Bec
22.8.11
Turning The Roach Spray On the Cable Company MIGHT Solve My Problems...
Neighbor came and annoyed me yesterday. Thinks gluten intolerance is some sort of a joke. I and my GI tract beg to differ, and I personally wish he would go find someone else to bother because I have no time for people who are stupid and want to stop me getting my degree. I have better things to do.
So far today:
1. Hung around waiting this morning. Internet still down.
2. Went to Walmart. Got some roach spray.
3. 48 ounces of spray later, I am fairly certain every roach in my apartment is wishing I'd just go away and leave them alone already.
4. Went to campus for lack of anything else to do.
4.5. Got called by Time-Warner because my bill hasn't been paid. The swear words really WANTED to come out, but I didn't let them. I was very good and kept the teeth gritting and cursing down to a minimum and mostly in my head.
4.75. I have not yet had an aneurysm from Time-Warner's constant nagging. I am quite proud of this.
5. I have class tonight.
6. Grad form is done and away and in and out of my grubby roach-poison covered mitts.
7. Well, not so much on the roach poison. I DID wash my hands afterwards.
Bored now. Nothing much going on. Watching Youtube vids. Probably need to go eat something and figure out where my class is tonight.
Ta,
Bec
So far today:
1. Hung around waiting this morning. Internet still down.
2. Went to Walmart. Got some roach spray.
3. 48 ounces of spray later, I am fairly certain every roach in my apartment is wishing I'd just go away and leave them alone already.
4. Went to campus for lack of anything else to do.
4.5. Got called by Time-Warner because my bill hasn't been paid. The swear words really WANTED to come out, but I didn't let them. I was very good and kept the teeth gritting and cursing down to a minimum and mostly in my head.
4.75. I have not yet had an aneurysm from Time-Warner's constant nagging. I am quite proud of this.
5. I have class tonight.
6. Grad form is done and away and in and out of my grubby roach-poison covered mitts.
7. Well, not so much on the roach poison. I DID wash my hands afterwards.
Bored now. Nothing much going on. Watching Youtube vids. Probably need to go eat something and figure out where my class is tonight.
Ta,
Bec
21.8.11
Time Warner: Customer Service Coming To You From the Hot Confines of Purgatory
Saturday: I Hit My Ceiling Gluten-Wise
Two days ago, I had two pieces of white bread.
Nothing.
Yesterday, I had an oatmeal-raisin cookie.
Nothing.
Today, I had a sesame bagel with hummus.
And we have a winner!
Yup, I had a very mild but definitely noticeable reaction to the bagel. 20 minutes. Must have more gluten or mass or something.
It appears that I am still gluten sensitive, at least, but I can push that limit once in a while and have a nice sandwich...but probably not two. And ixnay on the agelbay, which makes me a little upset.
Guess who's going to become even better friends with carrot sticks and corn tortillas?
Yee.
Haw.
I'm probably going to just avoid the stuff entirely for now since my tolerance is clearly set very low, and decide closer to Christmas what the hell I will do with my temperamental digestive system when I go home. How I'm going to eat at Grandma's if I can't have more than two cookies is anyone's guess (probably will stick to the relish tray and forgo most of the baked goods if I can help it.)
My worry here is now primarily my weight. How can I hope to gain back a few pounds if I can't handle even a bagel? I can't have carbs unless they are packaged expensively in a GF bread or baked good. I have to find a way to get carbs in my system without paying a lot of money for them or killing my poor stomach with gluten.
I was happy when I lost a few pounds, but this is getting ridiculous. I can see the changes losing all those pounds has wrought-my shoulder blades are sharper and more angled, I can see and feel bones that are normally covered a bit better, my hip bones are sticking out like bookshelves (librarian joke), and I'm starting to be able to feel the ribs beneath my collarbone. I don't actually LIKE looking like this and I kind of wish I looked like I did before, but it's going to be hard to go back when I can't EAT ANYTHING!
Sigh.
This keeps up and little me's going to be a paperback (OK, I'll cut it with the book jokes. Eventually.)
I might ask for a breadmaker when I get a job in my new place - wherever that may be. That would solve a ton of my problems. If I could make my own stuff, I wouldn't have to pay an arm, a leg, and my suddenly prominent right scapula for carbohydrates.
Ta,
Bec
Sunday: I Hit The Ceiling, Blow A Gasket, Go Off the Effing Train.
Still no Internet.
It's 10 in the morning. So far today I have made bread (just finished and now freezing in its pan), boxed noodley stuff (in the fridge), and chicken (ate it.) I chopped green pepper for a la king so that it's all done and ready to go whenever.
I'm hoping that when and if a container comes up empty, I can stash the bread in there and freeze the portion I'm not using. Last time it went to waste; I can't let it happen this time. I need every carb that loaf of bread can give me. For the moment, its protected in the pan from getting smushed in the freezer and it's in plastic wrap and a grocery bag to prevent the air getting to it. I'm taking no chances.
Time Warner cut me off again. Once again, they are being bastards...and at the absolute worst time, too. I can't talk to my mother because the Internet is down and I NEED to talk to her about some important issues.
(Pardon my language here. My anger spilleth over.)
I will never, I repeat, NEVER, work with these assholes again. I am trying so hard to pay my rent on TIME and these idiots keep cutting off my stuff. I desperately need Internet today. I have to know what my schedule looks like for tomorrow. I'm waiting on a message from the guy I'm going out with. And Time fucking Warner cut me off.
There are not enough words to vent my anger. I have paid my rent. I have done my end of things. My rental company is doing their job. But the cable company are continuing to be a problem.
4 In the Afternoon.
So I have a signal. Went to do laundry a week early. Figured that'd give me a signal long enough to send a message to my supervisor about tomorrow (telling her to call instead of e-mail me) and Facebook (telling everyone to call if they urgently need to talk to me.) I expect that a good bit of screaming and yelling tomorrow will see my Internet restored within a few hours, or Time Warner are going to get ANOTHER earful from both me and the rental company.
Sigh. At least I found a place where I could get a message out to the important parties telling them I have no Internet so that they don't think I'm ignoring them. And when and if my supervisor gets a schedule worked out, she can then let me know and I'll actually get the message.
Though what I'm going to do for fun tonight, I have no idea. Probably a movie. Haven't decided what to watch yet; depends on my mood. Probably something with explosions after the day I've been having. I need a good boom.
Gotta go check on the wash, people.
Ta,
Bec
Two days ago, I had two pieces of white bread.
Nothing.
Yesterday, I had an oatmeal-raisin cookie.
Nothing.
Today, I had a sesame bagel with hummus.
And we have a winner!
Yup, I had a very mild but definitely noticeable reaction to the bagel. 20 minutes. Must have more gluten or mass or something.
It appears that I am still gluten sensitive, at least, but I can push that limit once in a while and have a nice sandwich...but probably not two. And ixnay on the agelbay, which makes me a little upset.
Guess who's going to become even better friends with carrot sticks and corn tortillas?
Yee.
Haw.
I'm probably going to just avoid the stuff entirely for now since my tolerance is clearly set very low, and decide closer to Christmas what the hell I will do with my temperamental digestive system when I go home. How I'm going to eat at Grandma's if I can't have more than two cookies is anyone's guess (probably will stick to the relish tray and forgo most of the baked goods if I can help it.)
My worry here is now primarily my weight. How can I hope to gain back a few pounds if I can't handle even a bagel? I can't have carbs unless they are packaged expensively in a GF bread or baked good. I have to find a way to get carbs in my system without paying a lot of money for them or killing my poor stomach with gluten.
I was happy when I lost a few pounds, but this is getting ridiculous. I can see the changes losing all those pounds has wrought-my shoulder blades are sharper and more angled, I can see and feel bones that are normally covered a bit better, my hip bones are sticking out like bookshelves (librarian joke), and I'm starting to be able to feel the ribs beneath my collarbone. I don't actually LIKE looking like this and I kind of wish I looked like I did before, but it's going to be hard to go back when I can't EAT ANYTHING!
Sigh.
This keeps up and little me's going to be a paperback (OK, I'll cut it with the book jokes. Eventually.)
I might ask for a breadmaker when I get a job in my new place - wherever that may be. That would solve a ton of my problems. If I could make my own stuff, I wouldn't have to pay an arm, a leg, and my suddenly prominent right scapula for carbohydrates.
Ta,
Bec
Sunday: I Hit The Ceiling, Blow A Gasket, Go Off the Effing Train.
Still no Internet.
It's 10 in the morning. So far today I have made bread (just finished and now freezing in its pan), boxed noodley stuff (in the fridge), and chicken (ate it.) I chopped green pepper for a la king so that it's all done and ready to go whenever.
I'm hoping that when and if a container comes up empty, I can stash the bread in there and freeze the portion I'm not using. Last time it went to waste; I can't let it happen this time. I need every carb that loaf of bread can give me. For the moment, its protected in the pan from getting smushed in the freezer and it's in plastic wrap and a grocery bag to prevent the air getting to it. I'm taking no chances.
Time Warner cut me off again. Once again, they are being bastards...and at the absolute worst time, too. I can't talk to my mother because the Internet is down and I NEED to talk to her about some important issues.
(Pardon my language here. My anger spilleth over.)
I will never, I repeat, NEVER, work with these assholes again. I am trying so hard to pay my rent on TIME and these idiots keep cutting off my stuff. I desperately need Internet today. I have to know what my schedule looks like for tomorrow. I'm waiting on a message from the guy I'm going out with. And Time fucking Warner cut me off.
There are not enough words to vent my anger. I have paid my rent. I have done my end of things. My rental company is doing their job. But the cable company are continuing to be a problem.
4 In the Afternoon.
So I have a signal. Went to do laundry a week early. Figured that'd give me a signal long enough to send a message to my supervisor about tomorrow (telling her to call instead of e-mail me) and Facebook (telling everyone to call if they urgently need to talk to me.) I expect that a good bit of screaming and yelling tomorrow will see my Internet restored within a few hours, or Time Warner are going to get ANOTHER earful from both me and the rental company.
Sigh. At least I found a place where I could get a message out to the important parties telling them I have no Internet so that they don't think I'm ignoring them. And when and if my supervisor gets a schedule worked out, she can then let me know and I'll actually get the message.
Though what I'm going to do for fun tonight, I have no idea. Probably a movie. Haven't decided what to watch yet; depends on my mood. Probably something with explosions after the day I've been having. I need a good boom.
Gotta go check on the wash, people.
Ta,
Bec
20.8.11
Need A New Fork
Head still hurts, but I did manage to wear my hair in a bun yesterday and that didn't bother me, so at least I'm healing.
Probably not going to do much today. Yesterday I was working at the orientation till around 1:30, then I took something over to the new Nursing building for Crystal the dean's assistant, then I left campus around 2. I got home at 3 because the bus system was being stupid, turned around, and left again to go to the store because I needed a few things (bus system was still being stupid and I left here at 4.) Got lucky on some Christmas presents for Mum (I'm NOT returning them) and got some groceries. Got home at 7 last night, made a sort of taco salad and went to bed.
I DO, however, have to get a new fork. My old one sort of died last night (it fell apart in my hands when I tried to mash the avocado.) I need a new one because I don't have any other forks around here. I'll go to the Dollar Store and get a nice cheap one. I don't need anything fancy-long as it does fork things that's good enough.
I also have cleaning to do. It's my day off!
Might go do something wrong like get a bagel and see if my system loves it or hates it. Might do that when I go to get the fork.
I suppose I should rest and eat like a pig today so that when I go to weigh myself (ah, yes, I need a bathroom scale, too) I don't come up as low as I did earlier this week (besides the fact that if and when Mum finds out, she'll be telling me to eat anyway. So I might as well preempt everyone who's WORRYING and tell them I AM eating. It's just not STAYING around long enough to make a DIFFERENCE.)
Sigh.
I have things to do before I go on my walk so
Ta,
Bec
Probably not going to do much today. Yesterday I was working at the orientation till around 1:30, then I took something over to the new Nursing building for Crystal the dean's assistant, then I left campus around 2. I got home at 3 because the bus system was being stupid, turned around, and left again to go to the store because I needed a few things (bus system was still being stupid and I left here at 4.) Got lucky on some Christmas presents for Mum (I'm NOT returning them) and got some groceries. Got home at 7 last night, made a sort of taco salad and went to bed.
I DO, however, have to get a new fork. My old one sort of died last night (it fell apart in my hands when I tried to mash the avocado.) I need a new one because I don't have any other forks around here. I'll go to the Dollar Store and get a nice cheap one. I don't need anything fancy-long as it does fork things that's good enough.
I also have cleaning to do. It's my day off!
Might go do something wrong like get a bagel and see if my system loves it or hates it. Might do that when I go to get the fork.
I suppose I should rest and eat like a pig today so that when I go to weigh myself (ah, yes, I need a bathroom scale, too) I don't come up as low as I did earlier this week (besides the fact that if and when Mum finds out, she'll be telling me to eat anyway. So I might as well preempt everyone who's WORRYING and tell them I AM eating. It's just not STAYING around long enough to make a DIFFERENCE.)
Sigh.
I have things to do before I go on my walk so
Ta,
Bec
18.8.11
It's Thursday the 18th, Not Friday the 13th!
Apparently, today is a day for accidents.
So far today I have:
1. Opened the oven to check on the chicken I was cooking and practically scorched my eyeballs with the heat. Took an hour and a half for them to stop watering.
2. Walloped my head on the air conditioner as I went to take the trash out (chicken parts are not a nice smell after a couple days, so this was a preemptive strike.) I hit it on the right side, of course, because that's where I got whammed two years ago with a 2x4 at Grandma's. So I now have a swollen line where I bapped it this morning and it's probably going to hurt for a couple of days.
3. Bought a bar of chocolate at the Dollar Store and stabbed myself in the mouth with a piece. It's only a little sore.
It's not 10 in the morning yet and I'm not looking to increase my litany of injuries anymore. I am sitting on the couch and I am not moving until I leave to go to the GI doctor at noon.
BUT the chicken for the a la king is cooked, even if I have to freeze it to keep it nice. I have the pan I need for the bar cookies I have to bake for tomorrow. AND I got my stupid chocolate craving covered again (two days of wanting something dark and chocolate in my face is a long time.)
Now I'm going to watch Supernatural because "Carry On My Wayward Son" is playing. And Dean and Sam are gorgeous.
And I'm going to take a couple Tylenol because my head is absolutely aching.
Ta,
Bec
PS: Just got back from the GI. Not much help there. Apparently if I'd had a blood test right when I went off gluten, we would have been better off. Now the doc thinks that the antibodies that react to gluten might not show up because I was off it for six weeks.
I am running a small and fearsome test whereby I ate two pieces of white bread. I am sitting here waiting to explode. I want to know for myself, since the blood test they're going to run might not tell me anything anyway. This is the most controlled I can make the test-no other foods, just bread and just two slices. If I'm going to have a reaction, I might as well know what's up.
I've also lost 13 pounds since the summer started-I'm down to 122. That's the lowest I've been in a decade. The doctor told me if I lose ten more I have to call him. I'm worried about losing even five more-120 is supposed to be the low end for my height and size. Suppose I'll have to buy a bathroom scale.
It's been about a half-hour. So far a little stomach complaint but nothing much. I'm going to wait another half-hour before calling this better. Maybe I need to eat more of it to get a reaction.
If I'm better again, if my stomach was upset because of the pesticides I was spraying around in here and now because the spray hasn't been used in two months maybe my system recovered itself and now I'm not gluten intolerant. I'm going to be careful in pushing it for awhile, however-no big pizza meals for a couple of weeks until I'm sure that my system is fine. I'll work my way back to normal.
And then I'm going to have the biggest goddamn pasta dinner you've ever seen in your LIVES.
And a sub sandwich.
And an oatmeal cookie thing.
AND a Polvorone. A box of them.
Maybe two boxes.
Ta,
Bec
PPS: Been almost an hour. Nothing. I am assuming either there wasn't enough to react to or I'm not reacting because, well, I'm not reacting.
I'm getting a sub sandwich tomorrow and we'll see if my system goes on the blink again.
PPPS: Burned myself with cookie batter tonight. Least there were hours inbetween the injuries. It's a mild burn; smart, resourceful me whipped around with the batter on my hand and stuck it under the faucet in about three seconds. The side of my palm was a touch scorched.
By the way, THOSE cookies wound up so stuck together I decided against taking them in for the party tomorrow, but the second type worked out fine even when I forgot an ingredient (butterscotch chips) and I had to get them in at the last second (melted them and sort of put them over everything else.) Not pretty, but the chips are in the cookies now, so good enough.
And I am still confused as to how exactly, on my week OFF where I did a lot of sitting around and eating (and *cough* watching Supernatural *cough*), HOW I lost the 5 or 6 pounds I had when I was weighed a few weeks ago. And here I was feeling guilty for all that salsa and chips I was eating and the midnight salad and the microwave popcorn. Guess I should have kept going.
Where did it all GO? Must I sit and eat all weekend? Am I gonna keep dropping pounds or am I at the end of this business?
I made the mistake of telling Mom in a phone message about this (they're on vacation till Sunday.) No doubt she will call the minute she gets to the answer phone and yell at me for not sitting and eating enough or something. She might even march down here and stuff cookies in my mouth just to puff me back up (as if I can't do that well enough by myself-I wasn't just going to throw all those stuck together ones AWAY!)
I can practically hear everyone in the Senior Choir and every old lady that isn't in the Senior Choir calling me to make sure I'm eating enough. I'll have them sending me gift pears or something. Gift baskets full of shortbread and those little Christmas sausage and cheese things and pickles or something. I just hope Mom doesn't tell them. I don't want anyone to worry. I'm doing that enough.
So far today I have:
1. Opened the oven to check on the chicken I was cooking and practically scorched my eyeballs with the heat. Took an hour and a half for them to stop watering.
2. Walloped my head on the air conditioner as I went to take the trash out (chicken parts are not a nice smell after a couple days, so this was a preemptive strike.) I hit it on the right side, of course, because that's where I got whammed two years ago with a 2x4 at Grandma's. So I now have a swollen line where I bapped it this morning and it's probably going to hurt for a couple of days.
3. Bought a bar of chocolate at the Dollar Store and stabbed myself in the mouth with a piece. It's only a little sore.
It's not 10 in the morning yet and I'm not looking to increase my litany of injuries anymore. I am sitting on the couch and I am not moving until I leave to go to the GI doctor at noon.
BUT the chicken for the a la king is cooked, even if I have to freeze it to keep it nice. I have the pan I need for the bar cookies I have to bake for tomorrow. AND I got my stupid chocolate craving covered again (two days of wanting something dark and chocolate in my face is a long time.)
Now I'm going to watch Supernatural because "Carry On My Wayward Son" is playing. And Dean and Sam are gorgeous.
And I'm going to take a couple Tylenol because my head is absolutely aching.
Ta,
Bec
PS: Just got back from the GI. Not much help there. Apparently if I'd had a blood test right when I went off gluten, we would have been better off. Now the doc thinks that the antibodies that react to gluten might not show up because I was off it for six weeks.
I am running a small and fearsome test whereby I ate two pieces of white bread. I am sitting here waiting to explode. I want to know for myself, since the blood test they're going to run might not tell me anything anyway. This is the most controlled I can make the test-no other foods, just bread and just two slices. If I'm going to have a reaction, I might as well know what's up.
I've also lost 13 pounds since the summer started-I'm down to 122. That's the lowest I've been in a decade. The doctor told me if I lose ten more I have to call him. I'm worried about losing even five more-120 is supposed to be the low end for my height and size. Suppose I'll have to buy a bathroom scale.
It's been about a half-hour. So far a little stomach complaint but nothing much. I'm going to wait another half-hour before calling this better. Maybe I need to eat more of it to get a reaction.
If I'm better again, if my stomach was upset because of the pesticides I was spraying around in here and now because the spray hasn't been used in two months maybe my system recovered itself and now I'm not gluten intolerant. I'm going to be careful in pushing it for awhile, however-no big pizza meals for a couple of weeks until I'm sure that my system is fine. I'll work my way back to normal.
And then I'm going to have the biggest goddamn pasta dinner you've ever seen in your LIVES.
And a sub sandwich.
And an oatmeal cookie thing.
AND a Polvorone. A box of them.
Maybe two boxes.
Ta,
Bec
PPS: Been almost an hour. Nothing. I am assuming either there wasn't enough to react to or I'm not reacting because, well, I'm not reacting.
I'm getting a sub sandwich tomorrow and we'll see if my system goes on the blink again.
PPPS: Burned myself with cookie batter tonight. Least there were hours inbetween the injuries. It's a mild burn; smart, resourceful me whipped around with the batter on my hand and stuck it under the faucet in about three seconds. The side of my palm was a touch scorched.
By the way, THOSE cookies wound up so stuck together I decided against taking them in for the party tomorrow, but the second type worked out fine even when I forgot an ingredient (butterscotch chips) and I had to get them in at the last second (melted them and sort of put them over everything else.) Not pretty, but the chips are in the cookies now, so good enough.
And I am still confused as to how exactly, on my week OFF where I did a lot of sitting around and eating (and *cough* watching Supernatural *cough*), HOW I lost the 5 or 6 pounds I had when I was weighed a few weeks ago. And here I was feeling guilty for all that salsa and chips I was eating and the midnight salad and the microwave popcorn. Guess I should have kept going.
Where did it all GO? Must I sit and eat all weekend? Am I gonna keep dropping pounds or am I at the end of this business?
I made the mistake of telling Mom in a phone message about this (they're on vacation till Sunday.) No doubt she will call the minute she gets to the answer phone and yell at me for not sitting and eating enough or something. She might even march down here and stuff cookies in my mouth just to puff me back up (as if I can't do that well enough by myself-I wasn't just going to throw all those stuck together ones AWAY!)
I can practically hear everyone in the Senior Choir and every old lady that isn't in the Senior Choir calling me to make sure I'm eating enough. I'll have them sending me gift pears or something. Gift baskets full of shortbread and those little Christmas sausage and cheese things and pickles or something. I just hope Mom doesn't tell them. I don't want anyone to worry. I'm doing that enough.
17.8.11
Poetimistic Version 2 Declared Done!
Today, I reprinted and automatically punchy-holed the newest paper copy of Poetimistic. I fixed most of the major mistakes before printout; there are a few I noticed after but I'll fix those in time (they're tiny.)
I am hoping to turn it to a PDF and possibly publish it online; we'll see what happens. I also want to do audio stuff but I really don't know how much time I'm actually going to get to complete it.
But the paper copy is done anyway, in plenty of time for graduation. Thank the gods. I thought I'd never get the thing done.
I have things to do so
Ta,
Bec
PS: OK, OK, I MIGHT have a second date this weekend. I didn't want to say anything in case the first went bust. I scored probably the lowest score in history in bowling (35!) and ate GF pizza. We had fun.
I am hoping to turn it to a PDF and possibly publish it online; we'll see what happens. I also want to do audio stuff but I really don't know how much time I'm actually going to get to complete it.
But the paper copy is done anyway, in plenty of time for graduation. Thank the gods. I thought I'd never get the thing done.
I have things to do so
Ta,
Bec
PS: OK, OK, I MIGHT have a second date this weekend. I didn't want to say anything in case the first went bust. I scored probably the lowest score in history in bowling (35!) and ate GF pizza. We had fun.
15.8.11
A Very Late Review: Cup of Life Playoffs Part Two
I decided it was past high time that I review the end of Merlin series 3. Here's my take, and I'll throw in the analysis of the Merlin trailer at the same time. There are major spoilers all buried in here so if you don't want to know don't look past the spoiler line. Thank you.
We come in a week after the last episode. Morgana's on the throne and handling it like a bully. She shoots some innocent people and starts building a gallows for the knights, who won't bend to her will.
In fact, she acts JUST like her father. She's tyrannical and mean and threatens people.
Meanwhile Arthur and part of the Camelot Glee Club spend a lot of time in a cave, depressed. And then they meet up with some other people, make speeches of awesome, and plot.
Merlin goes and drops the Water of Avalon all over the place (I made an mpreg joke here in my notes), but that's okay because Freya tells him the Cup turns everyone who drops blood into it into a zombie and so the only way it can be taken out is by using something to kill the dead.
So Merlin hitches a ride on his realio, trulio little pet dragon and goes to the lake to get the sword. The watery tart gives him it.
We're Knights of the Round Table!
So having plotted and knighted everyone but Merlin, Gaius, and Gwen, Gwen and Arthur have a moment 'cause Arthur thinks he's going to that great big rollercoaster in the sky (sorry, Bradley, for using your series one cast outtake as a joke.)
And the plot thickens. Lance thinks Merlin should get a knighthood because he is handsome and daring and brave, brave Sir Merlin. He is not afraid to have to wash Arthur's floors or get hit with pots or dress up like an old man to save Gwen, brave, brave Sir Merlin...
OK. I am stopping with the Monty Python jokes.
They go to the castle. Much fighting ensues. Merlin does his thing with the sword. Lance finds out about THAT, too. WHY does he get to find out everything?
Merlin is just about to go for the Cup when Morgause pins him to the floor. But Gaius, who was supposed to watch the fort and make bandages, for heaven's sake, steps in and thumps Morgause. Merlin thumps her more and cracks her skull on the pillar.
Then Merlin takes the sword and tips the Cup over, spilling all that lovely blood that could have been donated to a worthy cause onto the floor.
The dead zombie knights explode.
Yay!
Morgana busts in and sees Morgause. She is hysterical and flips out. She goes into a magical banshee scream and blows out the windows and the walls of the room everyone happens to be standing in. FINALLY, Morgana gets her revenge on Merlin for hitting her with the architecture all SERIES.
Post-Morgana trying to take over the world:
They can't find Morgause or Morgana in the rubble.
Uther's lost his mind.
All the guys Arthur knighted get the red cape and all. Gwaine looks particularly uncomfortable in his.
Arthur gets to make out with Gwen in public now, since the only person who had a real problem with it has lost his marbles.
Arthur still thinks Merlin should clean his boots even though we're all for equality, no servant or prince bestest or worstest (and yes, I just mangled a line of my own poetry for that.)
Merlin takes the sword out to the woods, however, because Arthur still can't have it. THIS time instead of giving it to the fish and the evil blue fairies, he sticks it in a rock. How very bloody iconic. Next he'll be stashing the thing in a cloud. Can't he just lay it around somewhere in the bottom of the castle so it's easier to get to?
And Series 3 ends with the image of that poor sword stuck in some random rock in the forest.
Now, we're going to move on to some Series 4 trailer analysis, so don't look if you don't wanna know.
1. Morgause isn't dead. Despite the braining that Merlin tried to give her, the woman is still alive. She doesn't look very well but she's walking and talking, which is remarkable given how hard Merlin knocked her into that pillar.
2. Morgana's out for revenge, and her and Morgause are staging it on the Isle of the Blessed. Do I hear of a possible Nimueh return (again?)
3. Mordred's coming back and he's probably gonna hook up with Morgana on this one, 'cause he's mad at Merlin and she's mad at everyone else.
4. Uther's mental state means Arthur can do whatever he likes with the kingdom. This means he can sleep with Gwen and make random people knights and even pardon people for using magic in Camelot.
5. Merlin is a bit lost. Arthur's uncle has moved in and it's causing a bit of trouble. Everyone else is finding their way. Merlin has to find his own. For four years, his purpose, his future has been Arthur. Now that future is just about here. What will he do in a post-Uther era?
6. Morgause is worried about someone named Emrys. She hasn't yet put twelve and three together, but when she does there might be trouble.
7. Morgana DEFINITELY finds out about Merlin's magic this year. They were having a battle and everything.
8. More people die.
9. The knights do knight things.
10. Merlin gets hit by rocks and Percy carries him around like a rag doll. Someone also comes out of the lake of Avalon. I assume, judging by the head, that Merlin arranges his own death, crosses over to the other side, and comes back.
11. Merlin's mum returns (I hope!)
12. Nimueh's supposed to but we've heard that every series. I'm not believing till I see her face.
13. I am NOT, NOT, NOT predicting Gaius' death this series. Nope. Not gonna do it. Every single year I think he'll keel over and he doesn't. Uther will kick it before Gaius does.
We come in a week after the last episode. Morgana's on the throne and handling it like a bully. She shoots some innocent people and starts building a gallows for the knights, who won't bend to her will.
In fact, she acts JUST like her father. She's tyrannical and mean and threatens people.
Meanwhile Arthur and part of the Camelot Glee Club spend a lot of time in a cave, depressed. And then they meet up with some other people, make speeches of awesome, and plot.
Merlin goes and drops the Water of Avalon all over the place (I made an mpreg joke here in my notes), but that's okay because Freya tells him the Cup turns everyone who drops blood into it into a zombie and so the only way it can be taken out is by using something to kill the dead.
So Merlin hitches a ride on his realio, trulio little pet dragon and goes to the lake to get the sword. The watery tart gives him it.
We're Knights of the Round Table!
So having plotted and knighted everyone but Merlin, Gaius, and Gwen, Gwen and Arthur have a moment 'cause Arthur thinks he's going to that great big rollercoaster in the sky (sorry, Bradley, for using your series one cast outtake as a joke.)
And the plot thickens. Lance thinks Merlin should get a knighthood because he is handsome and daring and brave, brave Sir Merlin. He is not afraid to have to wash Arthur's floors or get hit with pots or dress up like an old man to save Gwen, brave, brave Sir Merlin...
OK. I am stopping with the Monty Python jokes.
They go to the castle. Much fighting ensues. Merlin does his thing with the sword. Lance finds out about THAT, too. WHY does he get to find out everything?
Merlin is just about to go for the Cup when Morgause pins him to the floor. But Gaius, who was supposed to watch the fort and make bandages, for heaven's sake, steps in and thumps Morgause. Merlin thumps her more and cracks her skull on the pillar.
Then Merlin takes the sword and tips the Cup over, spilling all that lovely blood that could have been donated to a worthy cause onto the floor.
The dead zombie knights explode.
Yay!
Morgana busts in and sees Morgause. She is hysterical and flips out. She goes into a magical banshee scream and blows out the windows and the walls of the room everyone happens to be standing in. FINALLY, Morgana gets her revenge on Merlin for hitting her with the architecture all SERIES.
Post-Morgana trying to take over the world:
They can't find Morgause or Morgana in the rubble.
Uther's lost his mind.
All the guys Arthur knighted get the red cape and all. Gwaine looks particularly uncomfortable in his.
Arthur gets to make out with Gwen in public now, since the only person who had a real problem with it has lost his marbles.
Arthur still thinks Merlin should clean his boots even though we're all for equality, no servant or prince bestest or worstest (and yes, I just mangled a line of my own poetry for that.)
Merlin takes the sword out to the woods, however, because Arthur still can't have it. THIS time instead of giving it to the fish and the evil blue fairies, he sticks it in a rock. How very bloody iconic. Next he'll be stashing the thing in a cloud. Can't he just lay it around somewhere in the bottom of the castle so it's easier to get to?
And Series 3 ends with the image of that poor sword stuck in some random rock in the forest.
Now, we're going to move on to some Series 4 trailer analysis, so don't look if you don't wanna know.
1. Morgause isn't dead. Despite the braining that Merlin tried to give her, the woman is still alive. She doesn't look very well but she's walking and talking, which is remarkable given how hard Merlin knocked her into that pillar.
2. Morgana's out for revenge, and her and Morgause are staging it on the Isle of the Blessed. Do I hear of a possible Nimueh return (again?)
3. Mordred's coming back and he's probably gonna hook up with Morgana on this one, 'cause he's mad at Merlin and she's mad at everyone else.
4. Uther's mental state means Arthur can do whatever he likes with the kingdom. This means he can sleep with Gwen and make random people knights and even pardon people for using magic in Camelot.
5. Merlin is a bit lost. Arthur's uncle has moved in and it's causing a bit of trouble. Everyone else is finding their way. Merlin has to find his own. For four years, his purpose, his future has been Arthur. Now that future is just about here. What will he do in a post-Uther era?
6. Morgause is worried about someone named Emrys. She hasn't yet put twelve and three together, but when she does there might be trouble.
7. Morgana DEFINITELY finds out about Merlin's magic this year. They were having a battle and everything.
8. More people die.
9. The knights do knight things.
10. Merlin gets hit by rocks and Percy carries him around like a rag doll. Someone also comes out of the lake of Avalon. I assume, judging by the head, that Merlin arranges his own death, crosses over to the other side, and comes back.
11. Merlin's mum returns (I hope!)
12. Nimueh's supposed to but we've heard that every series. I'm not believing till I see her face.
13. I am NOT, NOT, NOT predicting Gaius' death this series. Nope. Not gonna do it. Every single year I think he'll keel over and he doesn't. Uther will kick it before Gaius does.
14.8.11
Doing the Laundry and a Massive Publishing Goes Awry
Got on the wrong bus again. You'd think I'd have sorted this all out by now, but apparently I haven't. It delayed me getting laundry done by an hour. I wound up completely on the wrong end of town. When I dared to mention it to the bus driver, she lectured me on getting to the right bus like I was a five year old with one of those little notes around my neck telling the adults where I belonged.
She made me feel stupider in a stupid situation, then I got on a bus that arrived back at the terminal at the same time she did on the bus I'd just been on. So the whole rant about get on the other bus was pointless.
Then I got on the RIGHT BUS! HA!
The laundry didn't take as long as I'd estimated, so I went and got paper at the Fedex office while I waited. Cost me a pretty penny, but worth it for the poetry book.
I went home after a long stand with the laundry (it had rained and the bench was wet.) rested, had a nice lunch, vacuumed, turned around and hopped back on the bus to go to NCCU.
BUT the NCCU library wasn't OPEN today.
Dammit.
I thought, ah HA. I'll just go to Lilly over at Duke. I'm not entirely comfortable with the place like I am with NCCU but what the heck. They'll even provide me paper!
It all went swimmingly...until the manual HOLE PUNCHEY THING went and screwed up my pages.
SO, next week, I have to go down to NCCU (like I planned in the first place) and print off all 98 pages AGAIN. And hole them with an AUTOMATIC hole punchey thing.
SO, because of a bunch of HOLES in the WRONG place, I have to reprint. But it's not all bad. I can use this draft to catch all the stupid mistakes that 8 hours of staring at the collection couldn't catch. Like the 4 or 5 I've already caught. No doubt I'll catch more tomorrow.
I'm signing off. Talk to you tomorrow,
Ta,
Bec
She made me feel stupider in a stupid situation, then I got on a bus that arrived back at the terminal at the same time she did on the bus I'd just been on. So the whole rant about get on the other bus was pointless.
Then I got on the RIGHT BUS! HA!
The laundry didn't take as long as I'd estimated, so I went and got paper at the Fedex office while I waited. Cost me a pretty penny, but worth it for the poetry book.
I went home after a long stand with the laundry (it had rained and the bench was wet.) rested, had a nice lunch, vacuumed, turned around and hopped back on the bus to go to NCCU.
BUT the NCCU library wasn't OPEN today.
Dammit.
I thought, ah HA. I'll just go to Lilly over at Duke. I'm not entirely comfortable with the place like I am with NCCU but what the heck. They'll even provide me paper!
It all went swimmingly...until the manual HOLE PUNCHEY THING went and screwed up my pages.
SO, next week, I have to go down to NCCU (like I planned in the first place) and print off all 98 pages AGAIN. And hole them with an AUTOMATIC hole punchey thing.
SO, because of a bunch of HOLES in the WRONG place, I have to reprint. But it's not all bad. I can use this draft to catch all the stupid mistakes that 8 hours of staring at the collection couldn't catch. Like the 4 or 5 I've already caught. No doubt I'll catch more tomorrow.
I'm signing off. Talk to you tomorrow,
Ta,
Bec
12.8.11
Poetimistic Version 2 Ready For the World!
My poetry book is fully updated again. Everything is now in chronological order. There are little blurbs on every poem. There's new stuff.
All told it comes to 96 poems, most of which can be found in the current edition.
But this version will have the date of creation, which is something I've been nagged about for years.
It took about 7 hours in the last two days, but that was months in the making. All told, probably a couple days put into it. There was the going back and finding all the dates. There was the writing those dates down into a coherent format. There was getting them on a list and putting the poems in order according to those dates. There was getting the page numbers changed, the blurbs written, the dates and blurbs put on the pages, fixing minor glitches that came up, on and on and on.
I am hoping to print tomorrow at the earliest, although that's a long process that requires patience. I print ten pages at a time, since each poem is a separate document. Then I punch those pages. Then I move onto the next batch. I have to do about 10 batches, since I have to change the front cover (it looks old and has water damage) and add the title page. 98 pages. And I have to go to Walmart and get the paper.
Can't believe it's done! Going to bed now because I'm exhausted.
Ta,
Bec
All told it comes to 96 poems, most of which can be found in the current edition.
But this version will have the date of creation, which is something I've been nagged about for years.
It took about 7 hours in the last two days, but that was months in the making. All told, probably a couple days put into it. There was the going back and finding all the dates. There was the writing those dates down into a coherent format. There was getting them on a list and putting the poems in order according to those dates. There was getting the page numbers changed, the blurbs written, the dates and blurbs put on the pages, fixing minor glitches that came up, on and on and on.
I am hoping to print tomorrow at the earliest, although that's a long process that requires patience. I print ten pages at a time, since each poem is a separate document. Then I punch those pages. Then I move onto the next batch. I have to do about 10 batches, since I have to change the front cover (it looks old and has water damage) and add the title page. 98 pages. And I have to go to Walmart and get the paper.
Can't believe it's done! Going to bed now because I'm exhausted.
Ta,
Bec
11.8.11
Birthday Purchases and Chocolate Yogurt
Did my apparently second-to-last volunteering stint at the public library. Then walked down to Parker and Otis and bought stuff for my sister's birthday present.
Then I went home and rested for a bit, talked to the other sister (who's home for the moment)turned around and got back on the bus. Went to Southpoint Mall and spent all of a half-hour there. Bought Anna one more thing I've had my eye on since April for her. Bought a little something for myself (peacock feather earrings. I've been wanting them for a while) and since I was horrified that I spent 7 bucks on myself, for God's sake, I got out of the mall and went home.
Birthday shopping is done. Now I'll have to ship the stuff today when I go to campus.
I am eating chocolate yogurt made with coconut milk. There's a sour cream chocolate cake that tastes just like this. Wonder if I could swap this for that and cut the dairy stuff. Course I'd have to hold off actually eating it to use it in a cake, and that isn't going to happen.
Since apparently volunteering is ending a week earlier than I'd planned, I've decided I will work on updating my poetry book so that I can reprint at Christmas when I graduate. I've been wanting to do chronological order for years, and I also wanted to add a little blurb to each one telling something interesting about it. Now's my chance. Got the blurbs written, the dates figured out, and now all I have to do is put it together.
Let's hope I don't lose steam halfway through.
I also have started keeping a food diary for my GI appointment next Thursday. Yay. Nothing like writing down every sin you commit through your lips for the next 7 days. Including this lovely chocolate yogurt I'm going to go and finish now.
Ta,
Bec
Then I went home and rested for a bit, talked to the other sister (who's home for the moment)turned around and got back on the bus. Went to Southpoint Mall and spent all of a half-hour there. Bought Anna one more thing I've had my eye on since April for her. Bought a little something for myself (peacock feather earrings. I've been wanting them for a while) and since I was horrified that I spent 7 bucks on myself, for God's sake, I got out of the mall and went home.
Birthday shopping is done. Now I'll have to ship the stuff today when I go to campus.
I am eating chocolate yogurt made with coconut milk. There's a sour cream chocolate cake that tastes just like this. Wonder if I could swap this for that and cut the dairy stuff. Course I'd have to hold off actually eating it to use it in a cake, and that isn't going to happen.
Since apparently volunteering is ending a week earlier than I'd planned, I've decided I will work on updating my poetry book so that I can reprint at Christmas when I graduate. I've been wanting to do chronological order for years, and I also wanted to add a little blurb to each one telling something interesting about it. Now's my chance. Got the blurbs written, the dates figured out, and now all I have to do is put it together.
Let's hope I don't lose steam halfway through.
I also have started keeping a food diary for my GI appointment next Thursday. Yay. Nothing like writing down every sin you commit through your lips for the next 7 days. Including this lovely chocolate yogurt I'm going to go and finish now.
Ta,
Bec
9.8.11
Time Warner: Customer Service Straight From Hell
So, Time Warner called yesterday, wanting to know if little me was going to pay the bills.
I explained, yet AGAIN, that I am not the one who pays the bill. That's my apartment complex's job. I pay them 620 for water, heat, lights, sewer, furniture...and cable and Internet. I pay Princeton, they pay Time Warner, easy peasy lemon squeezy.
But Time Warner hasn't gotten that message through their heads yet, certainly not after I've been repeating it at them for 8 MONTHS.
The lady I spoke to yesterday suggested that I go down to their offices and have the account changed. I thought, all right. I'll go down in the morning and do that. Should fix the problem pronto.
I went down to their offices all right. There were a couple of ladies behind bulletproof glass (that should have been my first clue) and I approached the closest one.
Right from the off, I sensed I was "bothering" her. God forbid I make the woman do her job. I started explaining the situation and she cut me off in the middle asking for an explanation. Then I tried to show her the lease agreement, which I'd been clever enough to stick in my bag last night so that I could SHOW them the PROOF.
She wouldn't even look at it, and when I explained that the woman on the phone had said to come down, she scoffed at me and said that was ridiculous. The only thing that this woman apparently would do was shut down the account...which wouldn't help in the slightest and Time Warner would still be nagging me for money even after the account was shut off.
I called Princeton Villa this afternoon and they said that Time Warner are being a bunch of jerks (no argument there) and that they are working on it from their end. I now understand what kind of hell dealing with this company on a daily basis must be like and honestly if I could, I'd switch. I've never been treated so badly in my entire life. I won't ever have another account with these people-too much bureaucracy and left hand doesn't know what right hand is doing stuff going on.
I'm so tired of it. I wish Time Warner would behave and stop calling me and insisting I pay a bill I'm not supposed to pay. Is that too much to ask?
Sigh.
I have ranted, and now I feel better. And if this gets back to Time-Warner, so much the better. Maybe they'll realize how AWFUL THEY ARE TO THEIR CUSTOMERS!
Ta,
Bec
PS: Got a weird e-mail today from Residence Life at NCCU. They apparently wanted to let me know my housing was set up. I was just gonna ignore it; whatever. I don't need a room.
Then TONIGHT, I check my e-mail and my bill has housing stuff on it, charged to my account. They have a room charged and a meal plan and all this stuff...that I never agreed to and never signed paperwork for.
UM. I'm here for four more months and I have a year-long lease. If I move now I'll be in a completely different part of town, I'd have to pay my rent through for the rest of the year, I'd have to get rid of all my pots and pans, I'd have to move my stuff across town, I'd have to move all my food...AND I DO NOT HAVE A CAR.
So, no. I don't want to move. If they'd offered the room to me 8 months ago, I would have gladly taken it. Now someone else can have it because I'm settled.
Isn't it in my financial aid that I'm off-campus this year? Isn't it obvious by my address? Did they bother to CALL me and ASK me if I want to live in an apartment block nearer to campus? DID ANYONE PAY ATTENTION AT ALL?
Sigh.
I sent an e-mail to whoever I hope is in charge. Let's hope they realize I'm definitely not moving across town for four little months!
Ta,
Bec
I explained, yet AGAIN, that I am not the one who pays the bill. That's my apartment complex's job. I pay them 620 for water, heat, lights, sewer, furniture...and cable and Internet. I pay Princeton, they pay Time Warner, easy peasy lemon squeezy.
But Time Warner hasn't gotten that message through their heads yet, certainly not after I've been repeating it at them for 8 MONTHS.
The lady I spoke to yesterday suggested that I go down to their offices and have the account changed. I thought, all right. I'll go down in the morning and do that. Should fix the problem pronto.
I went down to their offices all right. There were a couple of ladies behind bulletproof glass (that should have been my first clue) and I approached the closest one.
Right from the off, I sensed I was "bothering" her. God forbid I make the woman do her job. I started explaining the situation and she cut me off in the middle asking for an explanation. Then I tried to show her the lease agreement, which I'd been clever enough to stick in my bag last night so that I could SHOW them the PROOF.
She wouldn't even look at it, and when I explained that the woman on the phone had said to come down, she scoffed at me and said that was ridiculous. The only thing that this woman apparently would do was shut down the account...which wouldn't help in the slightest and Time Warner would still be nagging me for money even after the account was shut off.
I called Princeton Villa this afternoon and they said that Time Warner are being a bunch of jerks (no argument there) and that they are working on it from their end. I now understand what kind of hell dealing with this company on a daily basis must be like and honestly if I could, I'd switch. I've never been treated so badly in my entire life. I won't ever have another account with these people-too much bureaucracy and left hand doesn't know what right hand is doing stuff going on.
I'm so tired of it. I wish Time Warner would behave and stop calling me and insisting I pay a bill I'm not supposed to pay. Is that too much to ask?
Sigh.
I have ranted, and now I feel better. And if this gets back to Time-Warner, so much the better. Maybe they'll realize how AWFUL THEY ARE TO THEIR CUSTOMERS!
Ta,
Bec
PS: Got a weird e-mail today from Residence Life at NCCU. They apparently wanted to let me know my housing was set up. I was just gonna ignore it; whatever. I don't need a room.
Then TONIGHT, I check my e-mail and my bill has housing stuff on it, charged to my account. They have a room charged and a meal plan and all this stuff...that I never agreed to and never signed paperwork for.
UM. I'm here for four more months and I have a year-long lease. If I move now I'll be in a completely different part of town, I'd have to pay my rent through for the rest of the year, I'd have to get rid of all my pots and pans, I'd have to move my stuff across town, I'd have to move all my food...AND I DO NOT HAVE A CAR.
So, no. I don't want to move. If they'd offered the room to me 8 months ago, I would have gladly taken it. Now someone else can have it because I'm settled.
Isn't it in my financial aid that I'm off-campus this year? Isn't it obvious by my address? Did they bother to CALL me and ASK me if I want to live in an apartment block nearer to campus? DID ANYONE PAY ATTENTION AT ALL?
Sigh.
I sent an e-mail to whoever I hope is in charge. Let's hope they realize I'm definitely not moving across town for four little months!
Ta,
Bec
8.8.11
Getting Results
So far, two grades are in. In Research Methods, I scored me an A. I predicted a B there, so improvement on that front. For the independent study, I scored me a B, which is lower than I'd anticipated (I predicted an A.) They just flipped it around on me.
So all things considered, not bad at all. I'm waiting on Children's Resources. I predict a B there.
Meanwhile, this weekend my right knee went into anarchy mode. I was walking home on Saturday and felt stabbing pains, and it's been whining ever since. I'm not sure why it's sore, but I didn't go to volunteer today because of the three mile walk to and from. I am a little wobbly and a little sore yet, but I hope that my leg is back to normal tomorrow. I'm propped up with my body on the couch and my knees on two couch pillows on the desk chair.
Waiting on the guy to come and fix the smoke alarm. I had to call three times to get a response. Geez.
So I'm resting today and waiting on a lot of things to happen-grade to come in, package to arrive, maintenance guy to show up, waiting on my fall schedule.
I'll let you know when the grades come in. I'm completely certain I passed the class; I just want to know if I got a B or an A.
Ta,
Bec
P.S. Got AN A. Two A's and a B. That's, like, awesome.
I'm going to call Mom and we're going to bounce up and down like a couple of fools.
PPS: I think Congress and the Senate should be stripped of their benefits. Let's pay them nothing to do a thankless, gruntwork job and see how they like it. Odds are we'd get better results than when we pad their asses with health care and cushy paychecks. If they get sick, let them PAY for healthcare or the insurance (if the insurance will cover them with preexisting conditions.)
Let them suffer the way the regular people down on the ground are suffering and maybe they'll do more to FIX this problem.
So all things considered, not bad at all. I'm waiting on Children's Resources. I predict a B there.
Meanwhile, this weekend my right knee went into anarchy mode. I was walking home on Saturday and felt stabbing pains, and it's been whining ever since. I'm not sure why it's sore, but I didn't go to volunteer today because of the three mile walk to and from. I am a little wobbly and a little sore yet, but I hope that my leg is back to normal tomorrow. I'm propped up with my body on the couch and my knees on two couch pillows on the desk chair.
Waiting on the guy to come and fix the smoke alarm. I had to call three times to get a response. Geez.
So I'm resting today and waiting on a lot of things to happen-grade to come in, package to arrive, maintenance guy to show up, waiting on my fall schedule.
I'll let you know when the grades come in. I'm completely certain I passed the class; I just want to know if I got a B or an A.
Ta,
Bec
P.S. Got AN A. Two A's and a B. That's, like, awesome.
I'm going to call Mom and we're going to bounce up and down like a couple of fools.
PPS: I think Congress and the Senate should be stripped of their benefits. Let's pay them nothing to do a thankless, gruntwork job and see how they like it. Odds are we'd get better results than when we pad their asses with health care and cushy paychecks. If they get sick, let them PAY for healthcare or the insurance (if the insurance will cover them with preexisting conditions.)
Let them suffer the way the regular people down on the ground are suffering and maybe they'll do more to FIX this problem.
6.8.11
Rewards and Smoke Alarm Screams
So, I went to bed around 11 last night. Woke to hear the sounds of that stupid smoke alarm making plaintive, random beeping noises...at 1 in the morning.
To quote Queen Victoria, I was not amused.
Since I didn't have the oven on and the room clearly wasn't smoky, I can only assume the battery was going.
I tried to ignore it and roll over and go back to sleep, but it stabbed into my ears. I kept thinking of the neighbors coming to ask me to kill the screaming beeps.
Finally I got fed up. I got the desk chair, stood on it, and ripped the front of the smoke alarm out of the ceiling, removing the battery and tossing the whole thing on the dresser to be dealt with in the morning.
I have to call maintenance and have them replace the battery. They're probably going to be a little mad that I took it apart last night in order to get some sleep.
But I think the average person would have done the same thing. I don't want that thing screaming while I and the neighbors are trying to sleep.
My plans today are small. I have to get tortilla chips because I'm nearly out. I'm going out for lunch as my reward for surviving summer classes. British TV Night tonight. That's it. I'm taking it day by day around here and taking it easy. I'm on vacation.
Sounds like rain might be finally arriving. Hope it clears up by 10.
Gonna go play a a game so ta,
Bec
PS: Didn't go anywhere but to the Dollar Store to get the chips and olives. I asked about refried beans but the girl had never HEARD of such a thing as refried beans. Dear Lord. Half the city is Hispanic these days and she doesn't KNOW?
I just LOVE unobservant idiots. They make my day a little brighter, and remind me that I'm smarter than at least half the population most of the time.
I'm watching Two Towers and wanting the DVD's with all my heart. Sigh. Patience is a virtue.
British TV Night is starting at 8, but the pre-show starts at 6. I have the chips, salsa, guacamole, and Snapeas prepared and waiting. I've been trying to eat really healthy all day so that I could snack out tonight and feel less guilty (ha ha ha) but I keep finding cookies in my hands and I'm not sure how it's happening.
I chose to not get the pizza. Instead I'm going to buy myself a bottle of lotion, which costs about as much but as far as reward goes will go on for months till the bottle runs out. Pizza lasts a half-hour at most. The lotion pays better dividends in the long run. I didn't really want to eat alone anyway, and when and if my parents get here in December we can go there and maybe have pizza or something.
An alert to anyone coming to pound on my door and generally annoy me: Anyone who bothers me tonight will be ignored. Nothing, but NOTHING interrupts British TV Night (save electrical outages. I hope we don't have one tonight.)
By the way, there was absolutely no response as far as the smoke alarm goes. I refuse to put that thing back on the ceiling until they call me telling me they're coming to fix it. Sheesh. What does a girl have to do to get a battery replaced around here?
To quote Queen Victoria, I was not amused.
Since I didn't have the oven on and the room clearly wasn't smoky, I can only assume the battery was going.
I tried to ignore it and roll over and go back to sleep, but it stabbed into my ears. I kept thinking of the neighbors coming to ask me to kill the screaming beeps.
Finally I got fed up. I got the desk chair, stood on it, and ripped the front of the smoke alarm out of the ceiling, removing the battery and tossing the whole thing on the dresser to be dealt with in the morning.
I have to call maintenance and have them replace the battery. They're probably going to be a little mad that I took it apart last night in order to get some sleep.
But I think the average person would have done the same thing. I don't want that thing screaming while I and the neighbors are trying to sleep.
My plans today are small. I have to get tortilla chips because I'm nearly out. I'm going out for lunch as my reward for surviving summer classes. British TV Night tonight. That's it. I'm taking it day by day around here and taking it easy. I'm on vacation.
Sounds like rain might be finally arriving. Hope it clears up by 10.
Gonna go play a a game so ta,
Bec
PS: Didn't go anywhere but to the Dollar Store to get the chips and olives. I asked about refried beans but the girl had never HEARD of such a thing as refried beans. Dear Lord. Half the city is Hispanic these days and she doesn't KNOW?
I just LOVE unobservant idiots. They make my day a little brighter, and remind me that I'm smarter than at least half the population most of the time.
I'm watching Two Towers and wanting the DVD's with all my heart. Sigh. Patience is a virtue.
British TV Night is starting at 8, but the pre-show starts at 6. I have the chips, salsa, guacamole, and Snapeas prepared and waiting. I've been trying to eat really healthy all day so that I could snack out tonight and feel less guilty (ha ha ha) but I keep finding cookies in my hands and I'm not sure how it's happening.
I chose to not get the pizza. Instead I'm going to buy myself a bottle of lotion, which costs about as much but as far as reward goes will go on for months till the bottle runs out. Pizza lasts a half-hour at most. The lotion pays better dividends in the long run. I didn't really want to eat alone anyway, and when and if my parents get here in December we can go there and maybe have pizza or something.
An alert to anyone coming to pound on my door and generally annoy me: Anyone who bothers me tonight will be ignored. Nothing, but NOTHING interrupts British TV Night (save electrical outages. I hope we don't have one tonight.)
By the way, there was absolutely no response as far as the smoke alarm goes. I refuse to put that thing back on the ceiling until they call me telling me they're coming to fix it. Sheesh. What does a girl have to do to get a battery replaced around here?
5.8.11
4 Months, 5 Days To Go
Up to this point, I have been hesitant to say, "I'm graduating in December," without an "I hope" attached. I'm a ridiculously logical person thanks to my crazy Aspie brain, and I see all the variables-including the negative ones. I see that a lot could go wrong. Even in June, there were too many obstacles and I didn't want to give anyone false hope, even me. This summer's work loomed in front of me and I didn't see how I'd get to August without having a nervous breakdown.
But here we are, August 5th. I have reached the other side. It appears I passed my classes with flying colors. Even having to change my diet didn't slow me down all that much, and even while I was becoming friendly with potatoes and corn tortillas like I never had before, I was inching up that hill.
From now on, I am dropping the "I hope" from "I'm graduating." There's only three classes now between me and December 10th, and after this summer, fall semester can't possibly be that bad of an experience.
I gotta say, it doesn't feel quite real yet to me. I've spent 7 years trying to get to this point, and now I'm standing on the brink and I can't quite believe I've actually managed to pull this off...and do it in a year. That makes it even more surprising.
I'm going home at Christmas with a diploma and an M.L.S. after my name. Take that, rotten relatives.
Ta,
Bec
But here we are, August 5th. I have reached the other side. It appears I passed my classes with flying colors. Even having to change my diet didn't slow me down all that much, and even while I was becoming friendly with potatoes and corn tortillas like I never had before, I was inching up that hill.
From now on, I am dropping the "I hope" from "I'm graduating." There's only three classes now between me and December 10th, and after this summer, fall semester can't possibly be that bad of an experience.
I gotta say, it doesn't feel quite real yet to me. I've spent 7 years trying to get to this point, and now I'm standing on the brink and I can't quite believe I've actually managed to pull this off...and do it in a year. That makes it even more surprising.
I'm going home at Christmas with a diploma and an M.L.S. after my name. Take that, rotten relatives.
Ta,
Bec
4.8.11
One Down, One To Go
Since Abdullahi's stuff for independent study was in on Monday and Morgan's stuff for Research Methods was in last night, that leaves me two assignments for Cogdell when I woke up this morning.
And now, because I sat up in bed, turned on the computer, and refused to move till 8:45 AM, it's down to one.
I also went spice shopping this morning. Whole Foods is near my place and they happen to have bulk spices. I can get a little bit of spice and use what I get, instead of paying a lot for a jar and wasting it. I can't honestly expect Mom to take all the spices I actually need, since her cupboard is already overloaded. I bought 6 different spices this morning and it cost me two bucks. Not bad at all for little single me. I need most of them for a couple of recipes I'm doing over the weekend (well, one of them I need pork chops for, so one at the moment.)
I also bought yogurt. I have the cherry soy one sitting in front of me, and the almond milk chocolate and the coconut milk peach are back at the apartment. I'm seeing what I like.
LATER: Cherry soy yogurt ain't no bad thing. Worked hard this afternoon. Got my homework in a half an hour ago. I'm done with work in another half-hour. Three weeks off. I am eating a baked potato and contemplating my application for graduation (filled out, printed off, and ready to be handed over to everyone who has to sign it.)
That's right. I have an application for graduation. I'm graduating this year. I didn't want to say anything too early, in case things didn't go right.
BUT it appears, after much debate, that it's happening because I am fairly certain I just passed all three classes with flying colors and scored another 9 credits.
I would have cake but I have no xanthan gum! The horror!
I'm taking myself out for pizza this weekend and woe betide anyone who tries to stop me. I earned it. This last month has been a nightmare of epic proportions and I dare anyone to do what I did and not go crazy.
It's over! Kaput! Finito! Summer classes and summer work are all done. Now all I have is the volunteering and lying around on the couch watching Supernatural.
Ta,
Bec
PS: If you're reading this, o neighbor, quit moving my mail. It's a federal offense to touch someone's mail or to TAKE it out of their box and if you touch it again I will turn you in. Leave my things alone.
And now, because I sat up in bed, turned on the computer, and refused to move till 8:45 AM, it's down to one.
I also went spice shopping this morning. Whole Foods is near my place and they happen to have bulk spices. I can get a little bit of spice and use what I get, instead of paying a lot for a jar and wasting it. I can't honestly expect Mom to take all the spices I actually need, since her cupboard is already overloaded. I bought 6 different spices this morning and it cost me two bucks. Not bad at all for little single me. I need most of them for a couple of recipes I'm doing over the weekend (well, one of them I need pork chops for, so one at the moment.)
I also bought yogurt. I have the cherry soy one sitting in front of me, and the almond milk chocolate and the coconut milk peach are back at the apartment. I'm seeing what I like.
LATER: Cherry soy yogurt ain't no bad thing. Worked hard this afternoon. Got my homework in a half an hour ago. I'm done with work in another half-hour. Three weeks off. I am eating a baked potato and contemplating my application for graduation (filled out, printed off, and ready to be handed over to everyone who has to sign it.)
That's right. I have an application for graduation. I'm graduating this year. I didn't want to say anything too early, in case things didn't go right.
BUT it appears, after much debate, that it's happening because I am fairly certain I just passed all three classes with flying colors and scored another 9 credits.
I would have cake but I have no xanthan gum! The horror!
I'm taking myself out for pizza this weekend and woe betide anyone who tries to stop me. I earned it. This last month has been a nightmare of epic proportions and I dare anyone to do what I did and not go crazy.
It's over! Kaput! Finito! Summer classes and summer work are all done. Now all I have is the volunteering and lying around on the couch watching Supernatural.
Ta,
Bec
PS: If you're reading this, o neighbor, quit moving my mail. It's a federal offense to touch someone's mail or to TAKE it out of their box and if you touch it again I will turn you in. Leave my things alone.
2.8.11
Going Gluten Free-A Month In
Some Advice and Thoughts on My First Four Weeks Without Ding-Dongs and Macaroni...or "What I Learned By Going Wheatless."
1. The first weeks are the hardest. Walking into a grocery store and seeing all the things you used to indulge in quite happily and are now banned from eating is hard. If you can, avoid the aisles that tempt you most at first, and when you’ve settled in a little bit, you won’t want the Twinkies or the Oreos so much. I’ve been at this a month. It still hurts to walk by the cookie and cracker aisle, but I have to turn my head and look the other way. Remember how sick you get eating those things and they’ll seem less appealing in about three seconds.
2. That said, don’t feel too bad if you crack once or twice, or start crying in front of the flour tortillas in frustration like I did (they don’t make big corn tortillas, probably because they’re more fragile than flour ones. I searched in vain for the big corn tortillas and found I had tears of frustration running down my face.) This is normal. You’re adjusting to a whole new way of living your life. Grief is part of the process.
3. Read your labels, even on things you wouldn’t think have gluten in them. I just found out French-fried onions have wheat flour in them. Unless I find an alternative, I might never eat green-bean casserole again. Soy sauce can be gluten-free but you have to get the right kind.
4. The produce aisle is your new best friend. Fill the space where breads and cakes used to be with apples, oranges, and carrots, etc. I spend most of my shopping dollar in the produce section these days.
5. Avoid the frozen food aisles unless you’re looking for frozen veggies. 95% of the stuff there has gluten in it and you’ll just make yourself miserable. You can have frozen french fries, but again, read the labels. Breaded stuff is out for good unless you bread it yourself and/or know the contents of the breading. It's better that way.
6. Keep it varied. Boredom means you’ll try and sneak Chips Ahoy. Don’t have blueberries every week; swap it off with peaches and then bananas and maybe something new you haven’t tried before. I make it a rule not to have the same produce in my fridge two weeks in a row. Also: experiment and eat new things, try stuff cooked different ways, even if the solution isn't entirely healthy (I haven't fried potatoes in my skillet just yet, but the day is coming when I probably will.)
7. Gluten-free flours, mixes, and other stuff are expensive. You might have to learn to live without pasta and bread for now if your budget doesn’t allow 3 dollar a box noodles.
8. You can have corn, potatoes, beans, and rice…and chow down, because they fill up the empty space a sandwich used to cover and they don’t cost you an arm and a leg. Replace bread with corn tortillas. I found that those with peanut butter are just about as close to fast-food as you’ll get. I can slap three of them together in ten minutes and that’s lunch for me. There are great lentil recipes online; I figured out how to cook them fairly fast and they’re awesome with the right spices.
9. Snacks you can have: I am currently dining on salsa and tortilla chips like there’s no tomorrow. Be careful what kinds you grab, however-I saw some “whole grain” tortilla chips yesterday that had wheat flour. Again, read your labels.
10. Going in a restaurant will be a nightmare for you unless you do your research. Go online and find out if your town lists GF restaurants. Find out if the chain does GF. If they’re not a chain, you may have to ask for special food or special preparation. Don’t be ashamed. You have a problem; it’s up to the staff to accommodate their customer or risk you walking out and going somewhere that will do what you ask.
I hope my experiences can help those starting out with the GF lifestyle. It ain't all bad, you know. I have dropped ten pounds since this lunacy started and I'm eating better than I have before.
But it does take adjustment and a lot of substitution to be able to manage being GF in a world that doesn't bend very much for you. I guarantee if you're reading this, you can find a way. It sucks sometimes, but face it: you either do it a new way or you keep having problems. Which would you prefer?
Ta,
Bec
1. The first weeks are the hardest. Walking into a grocery store and seeing all the things you used to indulge in quite happily and are now banned from eating is hard. If you can, avoid the aisles that tempt you most at first, and when you’ve settled in a little bit, you won’t want the Twinkies or the Oreos so much. I’ve been at this a month. It still hurts to walk by the cookie and cracker aisle, but I have to turn my head and look the other way. Remember how sick you get eating those things and they’ll seem less appealing in about three seconds.
2. That said, don’t feel too bad if you crack once or twice, or start crying in front of the flour tortillas in frustration like I did (they don’t make big corn tortillas, probably because they’re more fragile than flour ones. I searched in vain for the big corn tortillas and found I had tears of frustration running down my face.) This is normal. You’re adjusting to a whole new way of living your life. Grief is part of the process.
3. Read your labels, even on things you wouldn’t think have gluten in them. I just found out French-fried onions have wheat flour in them. Unless I find an alternative, I might never eat green-bean casserole again. Soy sauce can be gluten-free but you have to get the right kind.
4. The produce aisle is your new best friend. Fill the space where breads and cakes used to be with apples, oranges, and carrots, etc. I spend most of my shopping dollar in the produce section these days.
5. Avoid the frozen food aisles unless you’re looking for frozen veggies. 95% of the stuff there has gluten in it and you’ll just make yourself miserable. You can have frozen french fries, but again, read the labels. Breaded stuff is out for good unless you bread it yourself and/or know the contents of the breading. It's better that way.
6. Keep it varied. Boredom means you’ll try and sneak Chips Ahoy. Don’t have blueberries every week; swap it off with peaches and then bananas and maybe something new you haven’t tried before. I make it a rule not to have the same produce in my fridge two weeks in a row. Also: experiment and eat new things, try stuff cooked different ways, even if the solution isn't entirely healthy (I haven't fried potatoes in my skillet just yet, but the day is coming when I probably will.)
7. Gluten-free flours, mixes, and other stuff are expensive. You might have to learn to live without pasta and bread for now if your budget doesn’t allow 3 dollar a box noodles.
8. You can have corn, potatoes, beans, and rice…and chow down, because they fill up the empty space a sandwich used to cover and they don’t cost you an arm and a leg. Replace bread with corn tortillas. I found that those with peanut butter are just about as close to fast-food as you’ll get. I can slap three of them together in ten minutes and that’s lunch for me. There are great lentil recipes online; I figured out how to cook them fairly fast and they’re awesome with the right spices.
9. Snacks you can have: I am currently dining on salsa and tortilla chips like there’s no tomorrow. Be careful what kinds you grab, however-I saw some “whole grain” tortilla chips yesterday that had wheat flour. Again, read your labels.
10. Going in a restaurant will be a nightmare for you unless you do your research. Go online and find out if your town lists GF restaurants. Find out if the chain does GF. If they’re not a chain, you may have to ask for special food or special preparation. Don’t be ashamed. You have a problem; it’s up to the staff to accommodate their customer or risk you walking out and going somewhere that will do what you ask.
I hope my experiences can help those starting out with the GF lifestyle. It ain't all bad, you know. I have dropped ten pounds since this lunacy started and I'm eating better than I have before.
But it does take adjustment and a lot of substitution to be able to manage being GF in a world that doesn't bend very much for you. I guarantee if you're reading this, you can find a way. It sucks sometimes, but face it: you either do it a new way or you keep having problems. Which would you prefer?
Ta,
Bec
1.8.11
Just Another Manic Monday (Whoa-Oh)
Whew! Aren't we glad today is (almost) over. This is how it went:
7:53 Out the door
8:20 Volunteering (last day it counts for class but I'm sticking around till the 20th)
12:00 Out the door of the library
12:30 ish Back home again
12:45 ish Out the door again
1-2 On the bus to cash a check that NCCU sent at just the right moment to save my butt because my wallet has gone AWOL and may not come back.
2-3 Shopping (all food. No fun.)
3-4 Back on the bus
3:10 Walk in the door
3:10-3:15 Heave things in the fridge as fast as possible because
3:18 ish Bus again
3:45 On campus. Within ten minutes I have my new ID
4:00 In library.
6:00 Class
9:00 Home
10:00 Bed
Tomorrow will be much less crazy. Thank goodness.
And to add to the awesome, I have the chocolate chips. I can bake the cookies. I was worried there for a minute that I wouldn't.
So I'll get home tomorrow and bake up a storm. Fun, fun!
In class. Got Haribo Bears to eat here. They're staring at me.
Ta,
Bec
7:53 Out the door
8:20 Volunteering (last day it counts for class but I'm sticking around till the 20th)
12:00 Out the door of the library
12:30 ish Back home again
12:45 ish Out the door again
1-2 On the bus to cash a check that NCCU sent at just the right moment to save my butt because my wallet has gone AWOL and may not come back.
2-3 Shopping (all food. No fun.)
3-4 Back on the bus
3:10 Walk in the door
3:10-3:15 Heave things in the fridge as fast as possible because
3:18 ish Bus again
3:45 On campus. Within ten minutes I have my new ID
4:00 In library.
6:00 Class
9:00 Home
10:00 Bed
Tomorrow will be much less crazy. Thank goodness.
And to add to the awesome, I have the chocolate chips. I can bake the cookies. I was worried there for a minute that I wouldn't.
So I'll get home tomorrow and bake up a storm. Fun, fun!
In class. Got Haribo Bears to eat here. They're staring at me.
Ta,
Bec
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