Interview was this morning at about 9:45 AM; over and done by 11, including a roughly 20-minute massage sampler (neck/shoulders/back).
Regina (not actually named Veronica, no matter what my subconscious chooses to believe) was very friendly, and made comments along the lines of "Denise has final say, but I have a lot of influence!" and "So when you're working here..." and then belatedly remembered, two minutes before I left, to say "and after your interview with Denise, we have a couple other people to look at and we'll let you know!"
Denise, here, is the owner of the spa.
I have a second interview, with her, on Tuesday afternoon; apparently she was either not present at the spa or too busy between now and then to do one sooner.
I am hopeful, and trying really damn hard not to get my hopes up any further than they already are. In fact, I'm trying to quash them, so I don't end up too disappointed.
But it was a pretty good interview, at least, and Regina complimented my massage (and comfortableness in giving massage, too). So that part was good.
I just hope I don't blow Tuesday's miserably.
so I kind of thoroughly destroyed my computer a day and a half ago, to the tune of "there is absolutely no way I can afford to replace or repair this right now," and so I will be even more absent than usual for the next unpredictable while.
there's a computer at school (where I am now!) and there is a computer at home that has no monitor currently and may or may not ever manage to make it online (since it also needs an ethernet cable that might be longer than any that are currently made) and I only have a month of school left and need to make up about forty more massages in the clinic, more or less, so it's not like I'm going to have time to do anything anyway, so ... possibly I'll be able to start posting again after graduation (June 19th)! and maybe it won't be until I get a replacement computer, which will probably be some significant amount of time after that.
in the meantime, I hope everyone stays safe, and if something needs my attention either email me or Rue because that's probably the best way of getting me. (I doubt I will look at any sort of RSS feed / reading list / et cetera, at least between now and September.)
at some point I am going to post a (filtered) picspam (a smallish one, I think!) and ramblespam about some of the many fictional characters (almost all male) swimming around my head.
(there is no lifeguard on duty.)
there are currently two people who have expressed interest in seeing this. one of them lives with me and the other one did not miss the small note posted previously.
If you are interested in seeing this, by which I mean seeing the way the inside of my head works and getting a VERY rough idea of who many of my noisiest characters are, this is the place to tell me that you are interested!
(if it is ~the future~ and you are looking back through my Old Entries and see this, because for some reason you felt the need to swim back this far having added me or while deciding whether to add me, and you are interested, go ahead and comment anyway and I'll let you know where it is once I've added you to the filter, whoever you are.)
student, to Lee (teacher): Hey, you're a nurse... how long does it take to get rid of a UTI?
Lee: Are you on antibiotics?
Student: No... mostly natural stuff, cranberry, you know...
Lee: *GIANT, AUDIBLE ELLIPSIS* I wish you the best of luck with that.
theoretically speaking, I'm taking Neurology right now, in massage school.
It's a three-week-long class; roughly 36 hours total, discounting breaks (with, more like 42). delight
has been talking to me about neurology terms for months, dumbed down enough for me to understand her without having to actually teach
me neurology. that's cool; after all, I'm supposed to be taking this class, so she doesn't have
to explain it!
Right now our teacher is alternating between talking again
about CranioSacral Therapy (which has already been covered in this school
) and showing small video clips from the internet without ever actually explaining which site he's pulling things from. (He gave us a list.)
There is a teacher here, Lee, who is a very good teacher. She's a former nurse who is now also a massage therapist, and she teaches Anatomy & Physiology, and she's a very good teacher! Apparently this guy, Harout, who is a chiropractor, had some sort of conflict in mid-November, early December, and so the last class that sat through Neurology had Lee teach it, instead.
I am so damn jealous
right now. I can learn
things from Lee. This guy is ...
He reads off the page without clearly explaining why things are on
Our first quiz is on Thursday morning, probably bright and early, when I am at my least functional. I told him straight up on the first day that I have ADD; while he was accepting of the fact that my attempts to pay attention to him sometimes masquerade as completely ignoring him, that doesn't mean he has any suggestions remotely as to how I can accommodate for the fact that he's a bad teacher for me and I can't learn from him! oddly enough.
I really, really desperately hope that I can somehow work out some other way of learning this stuff. I don't want
to have to beg and cajole and blackmail Rue into teaching me neurology. It's not her job! It's this guy's job! I don't think he can do it for me!
I have my doubts that he can do it for the majority of the class
, frankly! and have no idea why he doesn't have any assistants; this class is large enough, and the school constantly prides itself on having such a low student-teacher ratio, that most of our classes have three teachers (or, well, one and two assistants). Harout is all alone. And mumbling.
I think I just gave up on even pretending to pay attention to this class.
The thing that sucks the most is that I want to learn this information
. I keep hearing that neurology is a goddamn fascinating subject! the tiny little pieces Rue has talked about have been
fascinating! and this guy keeps putting me to sleep, even with stimulant drugs and coffee!
I have no idea what to do today.
DO NOT FUCKING SIT NEXT TO ME ON MY LEFT AND TALK IN YOUR VOICE AT YOUR LOUD NOT-INDOOR VOLUME WHILE I AM ATTEMPTING TO LISTEN TO THE TEACHER.
I am going to KILL YOU.
(Or, more likely, I'll get frustrated at not being able to HEAR or FOCUS on ANYTHING I ACTUALLY WANT TO and come into the library and bitch you out where you'll never see it, because I don't want to be expelled for murder.)
went to see Doctor Q, my Primary Care doc who I see about every three months and who is really generally a Pretty Cool Dude.
he investigated my fingertip, which has turned even more interesting colors than it was last night when we were bandaging it.
end result: don't actually clean it again, not today, because it was thoroughly cleaned last night and cleaning it again will make it probably start bleeding again; bandage it up again. tetanus shot, because I'm not sure when the last one was and lockjaw is Bad; Mom said she usually gets hers on the decade, for easier remembering, so now I guess I will be, too.
keep it clean, change the bandages every day or so, don't be a stupid moron as regards massage class next week+. this will probably take 2-3 weeks to heal in total, and most likely part of the skin isn't going to heal but will instead be replaced in due time.
my hand is now wrapped up in a ridiculously expansive bandage, considering the entire injury takes place over about half a square inch of my finger. a picture will show up at some point after I've figured out how to take a shower, because my hair looks stupider than usual.
(answer probably involves a plastic bag and some tape, and possibly some assistance. or a bath, instead.)
important to add: Dr. Q is missing two or three fingertips from a freak alligator/snowblower incident many years ago; he pointed out that I could just get rid of my fingertip if it was going to cause me so many problems (as this is the same one that has gotten a second-degree burn from making pancakes at age 12 and was smashed in a church window a few years later).
I told him I'd consider it.
I know I'm a little late in the month for this, but if I was ever going to live the movie Groundhog Day
I would like another chance to get today right.
Horrible unhappy mood, arguments, broken mugs (my two favorites are now both shattered), cut-up finger.( bitching )
Today seems to have been incredibly quiet, mostly.
Admittedly I keep feeling as though someone's lurking in the doorway, because I hung up the first coatrack of any sort that we've had since I moved up here three years ago – a wall-hanger, as opposed to a stand-alone – and it's got a lot of heavy bulky coats hanging on it where my peripheral vision is used to white walls. But other than that, uh.
Did more housework today. Still miss Rue, but she's coming home tomorrow, which makes me very happy and excited. (And terrified; the place isn't PERFECT for her, and I want it to be! Stupid noise ordinances.)
I'm also sleepy enough to admit that this post isn't going to gain more interesting content.
hey, so, today's my older sister's birthday! that's pretty awesome, right?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHEL!
I love you, I hope it's awesome and you have a great time, and I'm sorry that I still can't afford to ship you your gifts. :(
please remember that it's January, and you live in the part of the country known colloquially as Hey, You Idiot, It Snows In January Around Here.
please remember that snow has a tendency to sit on top of vehicles, and that your apartment complex's snowplows will not plow in the immediate vicinity of vehicles. they really don't plow the snow off the vehicles themselves, either.
please remember that if you are going to shovel snow off your truck, having the shovel, like you did remember, is a very good start! it is not, however, the only thing you need to remember.
please remember that your loafers are not snow-appropriate. you have boots. they are, in fact, winter boots, designed to keep your feet warm and dry, and therefore they are the footwear you should be wearing while shoveling snow from any one location to any other.
On the other hand, I can feel all my toes, they don't hurt, and the rent check made it into the mail on time. Even if my feet and hands were about half-frozen by the time I got into my truck.
Apparently when you go to a therapist's office, say "I think I have ADD," describe your life and describe ADD by doing so, they don't necessarily make you fill out a questionnaire or anything!
that may have been the most productive hour of my entire life.
and now: to conquer other doctor's offices, especially when nobody answers the damn phone.
(and then to collect my Rue, and figure out some way to celebrate, I guess.)
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so this one time, we were at the Metro 20, and I went into the men's room and discovered that it was the most well-equipped men's room I've been in in my life.
in the stall was the sports section of the paper and a bottle of Spic & Span disinfectant.
it was amazing.
I won't be going there again soon, though, because Rue has come down with swine flu, and so I get to hang out and take care of her through her time of quarantine.
since technically this makes me quarantined too, I ... think. ish.
(meanwhile, despite spending massive amounts of time around her, my only sign of illness has been a slightly-sore throat last night that hasn't been bothering me today except for when I went several hours without anything to drink. similarly my sister, despite picking up a wretched case of mono about two months ago [which I think means she has three more months to go before being considered clear of it], has not gained a case of flu yet despite a lot of traveling around with her boyfriend, who does now have a case of it.)
also, Tamiflu is a) real and b) fucking expensive. I bitch about the cost of my anti-inflammatories, but those are at least a 30-day supply for $80 ... not a five-day supply.
I did not want to spend this afternoon on the phone with doctor's office after doctor's office after doctor's office, with a side of oh-so-helpful insurance claims people.
on the drive to school, pulling off the highway, all of about fifteen-twenty minutes ago: I'm listening to We Started This Op'ra Shit, with the chorus of happy people singing that GeneCo's got it, you know you want it, baby, GeneCo's got it –
I stop at the light, look right at the lawn sign, and see "GEMCO'S BUYING". No shit I read that as GeneCo first.
I look left, and on a van two lanes over, I see Aurora: Because You Care on the back.
What? I think, and realize what the passenger door says:
Aurora Caskets, Aurora, IL
I was tossing around the phrase "Collaboration vs. Utilization in RPGs" the other day, which I'm aware by itself sounds like a ridiculously pompous phrase – what actually happened was I was trying to boil the concept down to the fewest possible words, and those were the ones I got. I think the concept itself is fairly simple; it started out as a comparison in the back of my mind the other night, and I managed to tease it out and actually look at it. When I did that
, I thought something along the lines of "... oh, well no wonder
I feel that way!"
So, to explain it, I'll start with the comparison. ( I'm cutting this because it's kind of long and I'd like to be polite, but I'd really like it if you'd read it anyway. )
for the record, this is my advice:
when you know that your truck's windshield wipers aren't working, whether or not you know why they aren't working, and you leave for school and note that the sky is a semi-menacing grey and the lights are dim enough that your eyes aren't hurting from the sun, don't be surprised when it starts pouring on you.
go ahead and panic while you try to drive with 10% visibility, but don't be surprised.
(I made it to school fine, more or less, except for the massive stress; if it rains at all on the drive home, though, I am so fucking waiting it out.)
This is today, so far:
α.) Remembered at 7:55, while still in bed, that I had an appointment for a blood draw at 8:10.
β.) Despite this, and despite needing a shower, was only fifteen minutes late.
γ.) Got to school late, and used last currently-available grace. >:(
δ.) Originally unremarkable class (full-body integration! I think I'm the only one excited by this) became remarkable when Laura (the teacher) said, essentially, "uh, so Tara [Dean of Admissions] is making a Virtual Tour video to go on the website, and wants some people doing massages for the classroom tour. If you guys are willing, pack up and go downstairs to the South Classroom, okay?"
ε.) Managed successfully to squeeze a full-body massage into a single hour, without any big lapses or left-out bits, while being filmed for two separate takes. While wearing a piratical bandanna to keep sweat out of my eyes, no less!
ζ.) While leaving class, was caught up by Grayce [the office manager / receptionist], who said that Rue had called to say she was going to a Hazmat Issue at the YMCA, something vague about a chlorine fire? (Grayce looked so bewildered. Apparently she'd missed the fact that Rue is an EMT and also trained in hazmat.) Thanked Grayce, and explained this.
θ.) Went to the DSS in order to resume foodstamps, since Rue was not ... at home ... at all. This mostly entailed sitting for half an hour and waiting for someone to remember I was there; during this time a man who wanted to evict people from one of his apartments (from what I gathered, DSS was paying their rent, and they kept trashing the apartment and causing a lot of damage he had to pay for, and he was sick of it) who also looked disturbingly like a cross between Bill Nighy and Donald Rumsfeld made racist statements at me! Very disparaging. I was straight-up all :| at him. I don't think he noticed, though, or the way that his "especially, pardon me, black people" was incredibly fucking offensive. Even though I'm not black. :|
η.) And then I tried to get health insurance, since I won't have any in mid-August (and will be utterly and totally fucked) if I don't do something about it. I was pretty sure I didn't qualify for Medicaid, so I wasn't going to apply for it, but the woman at the Family Health Plus office told me to go there first anyway, and bring prescriptions if I had any, because that way I wouldn't have to wait until August for an appointment. This was helpful information not subsequently provided by the woman in the Medicaid office. I now have a lot of paperwork to fill out and take back on Monday afternoon, and also on Monday have to go back to my doctor's office (which makes it, technically, four times in one week!) to get new prescriptions.
ι.) Mind you, I got prescriptions from him on Tuesday. And realized, last night while dropping them off at the drugstore, that I have refills for at least ten months for one of them, and probably at least six for the other. So I really, really feel fucking ridiculous asking for yet more prescriptions.
κ.) When I got home, I talked to Rue, who is still at the chlorine fire (and also still now, as I write this), very hungry, warning me not to go outside or let the outside in until she says it's okay (which means no open windows or, uh, the air conditioner, and it's about 80˚F out there today; thank fuck we only have north-facing windows), probably having more fun than she'll avoid feeling guilty for later. No area restaurants are helping the emergency services personnel by feeding them. I would go get food, but I can't afford to feed anyone but just her. :(
λ.) This list was not originally going to be numbered in this style, and then I decided to anyway.
μ.) I'm also very hungry, so despite the fact we have no toaster while I strongly desire toast, I will attempt to eat something light. (Because, after all, sooner or later Rue is going to need to be fed, too, and eating with her is polite and often tasty.)
today we went to a mechanic's shop to buy a truck.
this is true except in all the ways it's a lie; we went to a mechanic's because the chief of the body shop was selling me the truck, and I needed his signature on a couple pieces of paper (technically only one, more on that later) in order to go to the DMV. that was fine, that was easy, it was signed and all was well and good and we went out to the parking lot, got in Rue's car, and it wouldn't start – of course – because it was humid, and that is the car's one problem, with humidity and having been recently driven. we were at a mechanic's shop. unfortunately, Rue's car is a Toyota, and the mechanic didn't service Toyotas.
when it eventually started, as it is prone to do, we drove to the DMV; we went into line for Information; ten seconds passed, approximately, and a woman asked me what I needed. I said I wanted to know if I had all the right paperwork to register a truck from a private sale; she started looking through it, and handed me back a few pieces, and threw away one of the two pieces I'd gotten carefully signed because the truck is too old to need that page filled out. At some point, after several minutes (which also included updating my registration, what with having moved a month ago and forgetting to change my address-on-file) I realized that, hey, was this actually just information?
"do you have payment?" she asked, and looked at the checkbook I was holding, and I said yes, of course, I just thought I'd have to go stand in the line (and gestured). "oh," she answered, "I thought I'd save you that, since there wasn't anyone standing over there then."
all told, the total time spent at the DMV to register a vehicle and change two ID addresses (as Rue did hers also) was maybe as much as twenty minutes.
goddamn I'm glad I don't live in Manhattan today.
Anyone in the local area -- within about a half-hour's drive of me, anyway -- who would like to be one of my massage practice
victims clients, now is a really good time to get in touch with me about it!
AJ, Hope, Kate, and Megan, I am especially looking at the four of you.
(Also you, John, although as you've gone before you are not at the top of the list; sorry.)
Please email me or send me a PM or even just leave a comment, whatever; usually I need about an hour and a half's block of time for paperwork and massage, and a space that is preferably at least 10'x5' for the massage table to go. If you do not have such a space, there are pretty good odds that there is such space in my living room as soon as the last boxes are gone.
You fill out some paperwork, including a brief (confidential!) medical history and (afterwards) a reaction page.
You get a free massage, usually about an hour's duration.
So please! Get massage and help me out! I need to practice on you!
today was supposed to be simple: school, then car insurance, then maybe DMV trip. all of this overwrote our invitation to see Hope, AJ and John and the girls, of course, along with writing off the barbecue, which I hope was delicious.
What was not delicious was the surpriez groupwork!!1 thrown at me in my last half-hour of class; I loathe group work. I never find it to be a good learning experience. I can use it as a teaching experience, maybe, but that only works if I want to teach at the time. I didn't. And this half-hour, which wasn't even all spent working (show of hands: who actually expected everyone to work straight through to the end of class? yeah, didn't think there were many), had me so supremely unbalanced and off-kilter that I did, in the end, call the teacher and tell her that I cannot be surprised by group work like that. I was very nearly crying at the time I was talking to her, actually, /TP*EURL /KREBLGT.
Fortunately, this school believes in being supportive the way very few other things do (corset companies and some bridge architects, maybe), and so she hastened to reassure me she would offer as much lead-in as she could, and I was always welcome to excuse myself from working in a group and find some other way of reviewing whatever it was we were supposed to review.
Unfortunately, while that helps in future, it didn't do anything to calm me the fuck down. And so I've been on or over the edge all afternoon, making poor Rue's life miserable (and probably her mother's, too). Meanwhile, Rue helped me get a good quote on car insurance this morning, and I can't actually apply for it yet because I don't know an answer about my parents' car insurance and I don't have the VIN for the truck. :|
I called my mother, and left a message, at something like... oh, just under seven hours ago, I'd guess.
More recently I called my father, to get his voice mail right away, and my mother, twice, to get her voicemail after delay and then again right away, and I also called twice to talk to Ben (the guy selling the truck) to find out when we were going to do the paperwork, since apparently it's not legal to sell the license plates along with the vehicle, and there's some pesky law about how your vehicle is supposed to have plates when you drive it around ...
Current projected monthly costs, for my records and if anyone's curious: $45.85/mo or $243 for six months for car insurance with Progressive; the DMV is going to have my ass a few times over, too, with a $20 use fee and a really unclear other charge for plates/registration ... I'm not sure how much because I have no idea what they class the truck's weight as. :|
I also don't know if I want to get commercial plates or passenger; the DMV does a better job of explaining the difference, which is mostly "in the long run, commercial plates are cheaper; in the short run, passenger plates let you stay on the parkways when you're downstate."
I'm just not sure which of those poses a bigger problem.
Other than that, and the fact that Dad and Mom and Ben have all still not called me back and I've been writing this off-and-on for about 45 minutes ... urrgh. I don't even know what to think.
I have no idea if I'm going to have this thing this weekend, although I need it. And I have ... well, far more of an idea, really, but in a negative light, about taking a Saturday trip to Ithaca. It would be fun; it would also be expensive, and I don't have food stamps outstanding in order to pay for my food without cash; I have never driven to Ithaca before in my life, although I think I may have been there once or twice; I should probably get used to the style of once-a-week-or-two stock-up grocery store trips anyway, before attempting to transfer food 300+ miles...
The Nissan is probably going to have fuel economy that is at least as good as the old New Yorker. That doesn't mean it's near as good as the Corolla, and all three of them are blown out of the water by a Prius... so I understand why they like going, and certainly the food that results is far and away the best quality I've met up here outside of, idk, Chez Sophie or whatever – as it goes, though, this Saturday's probably out for us after all.
And at ANY MOMENT, Rue could shake me awake on a Sunday and tell me that she's being judged and pinned to the examining board RIGHT NOW, and then I will flail a lot, try not to freak her out, and hope that she is her normal outstanding self, one of the best trauma assessors in the state (five stars! from the guy who designed the system!), and anyway just like every other time I've told her she'll do great, she'll prove me wrong by being OUTFUCKINGSTANDING instead.
Apologies for the disjointed nature of this post. I now return you to your regularly scheduled reading list.
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um so –
does anyone local to the area have a cordless drill that I can borrow, in the event that I never do find the charger for ours?
it would be really nice to have a safe and functional bedframe so that we can sleep on our new mattress tomorrow, and there's no way in hell I'm going to be able to screw all these damn screws in by hand.
Nevermind – I was wrong! And successfully did in fact screw all those damn screws in by hand.
so um apparently I haven't posted anywhere since last Sunday! I don't even remember what the hell I said
last Sunday.( week in review )
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so, uh, yesterday I got into a car accident!
I am mostly okay, except for the predictable flare and probably some whiplash; the other woman involved decided, after walking around to inspect the damage to her car and being a bitch to me, to complain of neck pain and get back in her car so the police would think she was a better person.
I went to see my doctor, who very conveniently was able to see me about an hour after I left the scene, and very kindly gave me a prescription for hydrocodone (also known as Vicodin) 5/500, which means five milligrams of the good stuff and 500mg of acetaminophen per pill.
(Now it's Saturday! um.)
I'm not sure what else to say, honestly. The police report is vague and seems unfavorable and also flatly contradicts physics and my memory, so we'll see if the other driver (the Raging Bitch™) decides to cause a fuss of some sort, in which case I will bring so much fuss the CPD won't know what hit them. (I might get my grandmother involved! When she's involved and the shit gets thrown down, her opponent will be on hands and knees cleaning shit out of the carpet and whimpering meekly for WEEKS. ... so to speak.)
I just want to include a note, here, that invisionary
deserve all the good karma reserved for this half of the week in this corner of the universe; not only did they gracefully allow us to show up way
too early on Wednesday and kidnap their kitchen, but John also kept Rue around all morning on Thursday so they could do some of our laundry (for free. FREE. No quarters were harmed in the cleaning of this laundry
), and then John took Rue to the scene so that she could make sure I was okay (as the EMS folks weren't doing a very good job, really), and later, after the visits to doctor and drugstore, John and AJ even more graciously let us come over and lean on them a lot.
I think I had about the brain capacity of their infant daughter, being highly unable to focus on anything but The Incredibles
for more than about two minutes at a time, and yet somehow AJ didn't seem to be annoyed with me! And we said we'd help with dishes after dinner and then flaked upon realizing how late it had gotten, so I feel super guilty, and if not for the fact that it's way too early and if I'm going to do anything other than a short nap and a shower before going to the parade, it's probably ... a long shower, so I can't exactly go head over there now for ninja dishwashing.
It's a nice mental image, though: someone sneaks into your kitchen, in the dead of night, utterly silent ... and in the morning, all your dishes have been perfectly cleaned and put away.
We had a busy weekend with invisionary
– long drive to go to a better grocery store, then dinner and a game of Settler's that turned into "jesus christ it's pouring!
when we tried to follow it up with going out to ice cream late at night with a classmate of mine.
Sunday involved the latest outbreak of menstrual rage and a reminder to get the appointment for a gyn visit, now that Mom's finished coaxing the insurance to find its ass with its hands. One of the kitchen cabinets is rather worse for wear, but for the most part I think we survived.
Yesterday was mostly spent trying to get new glasses for me, with a side order of getting a new mattress (although we will not be able to pick up or use said mattress until we're at the new place).
Today I got an 86 on my Myo midterm, which was not the best grade in the class, but was significantly better than many. Unsurprisingly, ten of the sixteen points I lost came in the "fill in the blank" section, as opposed to multiple choice. Much more surprising was the fact that I got the twelve points for the diagram right.
I woke up this morning in a flare, or at least in flare-like symptoms.
I have taken 200mg of tramadol in the last twelve hours alone. :|
In happier news, I got a DailyBooth
. So far I haven't forgotten to take pictures.
Today we are somehow mysteriously combining a trip to Planned Parenthood so I can stop poisoning myself with estrogen as the lesser of two evils, possibly a massage so that on Friday I will have enough logs to turn in, and dinner with invisionary
. I believe Rue is also making cookies, although that might end up changing if her health doesn't get better than mine.edit:
and I forgot that she was taking some part of a shift today, too, so I really have no idea when anything's happening but that might put the massage off until tomorrow.( school complaints )
I really love having a Dreamwidth account, and have a tendency to keep up on my read list a lot more thoroughly than I do my LJ flist. At the same time, I really wish I had more people here, or more people who would update more frequently. I always end up very sad when the only thing on my read list in the morning is people's automatic Twitter posts from the night before – not because I hate Twitter, although I drastically
cut my follow list on Twitter last night as I was spending way too much time looking at it and I don't have a cell phone now anyway, but just because... there's a level of carelessness to a Twitter aggregate that isn't usually there, in an actual crafted post.
(I feel as though I should have brought crochet or knitting to class today. I would feel productive, which is important because I really, really
can't comprehend anything that's being said out loud today.)
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It is really just amazing how noisy a class of about forty people can be when they try. :|
Brachialis has been the most popular muscle so far today; I don't know when everyone else is supposed to present them, since only ... not even a quarter of the class has gone so far. Maybe on Monday, I don't know.
The midterm is next Tuesday, and is worth 30% of the grade in the class. There are 60 multi-choice questions which I will probably not fail, 10-12 fill-ins which I probably will due to stress and fog, 10-15 diagram items which will probably count as fill-in and also fail, and four application questions worth four times as many points each.
We are not done for the day, once done with the test; there's only being done until 11:20, and then spending ... most of an hour, apparently, going over the test afterwards, and a meditation to calm down everyone who has given themselves conniptions over the test.
Today I realized, in trying to draw pterygoids and temporalis muscles on the diagram provided, that the diagram was a piece of shit. The skull was entirely cartoonish instead of being anatomically relevant, and I don't know about you but I'm pretty sure that I won't ever be able to learn the placement of a muscle in reality if I have only memorized its place on Elmer Fudd. (For example.)
Apparently this means I need to spend a fair amount of time with a copier and papercrafting supplies, in order to fix this.
I currently have
five four invite codes for Dreamwidth (or, uh, dreamWIDTH, as I persist in teasing) that I am not presently using.
They are available on a first-come, first-serve basis.
Comment or email or somehow get me your email address if you are interested in using one of these, because I'm pretty sure that every person from my former list of interested parties has already gotten at least one, so they're open to whoever wants them.
While I could be wrong, I'm pretty sure that that dream I just had involved Lexie writing fic in which Toby Ziegler
and Sarah Palin had a tumultous, historical affair on the streets of Manhattan, because he'd been in charge of keeping her parents/family in long-term powerful positions in the conservative government of New York City.
I'll let you take that one in.
(Other dreams: waking up so that Marcus and Linnet could go to our favorite diner, which is not open 24 hours, at about 3 AM; Marcus sitting on Linnet's flowers after the grocery store clerk kept groping all her customers so that she could stay awake and be sure they were real; getting into an argument with Rue about whether she was driving my car home from Ben & Jerry's – verdict was no, and as soon as we got home I realized I shouldn't have been driving because it was in fact 3 AM, no matter how light it was out, and therefore I hadn't slept enough to be driving ...
The most terrifying thing about these dreams is the way they flow so seamlessly into each other. After we got home, I still couldn't "sleep" and ended up reading Lexie's fic. And then we ended up at WPI mocking a frat house that looked like a church, and one of my massage school classmates who's dropped out of the program was back, because apparently we had a field trip or something because class was being held in front of the frat house church that day ...)
... don't judge me, I forgot to take my Ambien last night. :(
(I've never even watched
The West Wing...)
so tonight (which means Thursday night; in the interests of maintaining the symmetry mentioned in the previous post I am TOTALLY LYING by uh an hour about what time it is right now) delight
and I went to SCA dance practice!
there was exciting confusion about where the place was
, seeing as how it really really wasn't
in the student union at all
, but then we met invisionary
and assorted other people, including one person who included her Dreamwidth name and who I need to find again and yet I don't remember it right now and am trying to write this stuff down anyway, so uh I'll get there ... next.
Dancing was a lot of fun! I never thought I'd be a dancer, really, but it was pretty cool. Except for how I about killed
myself on one that was way too quick and a little too complicated, and the Gay Gerald (or, um, whatever it was called) had me continually going forward at the wrong time and crashing into people, and most importantly and awfully was the part where I forgot my water bottle and therefore overheated and, in Rue's words, was not allowed back into the fire.
And then we went to a pretty awesome restaurant, which I had heard about but never been to (although I have frequently enough been to the concert venue next door which is almost
the same thing), and I didn't get the chocolate cake and was also very sad that the spiedies were fake. (Stupid chicken
I'm a little bit crowd-high hyper, right now, but it was really awesome to get multiple invitations for things to do during the week, and also even more awesome to meet a crowd of about fifteen to twenty people who all, so far, seem to be genuinely gracious and nice and kind and friendly.
I'd forgotten what being in the SCA could be like, and while I know that one dance practice is a really shitty sample, scientifically speaking, it did at least do a really good job of reminding me that I wasn't on crack for wanting to get back into this.
(Now I just need to talk to people about getting ahold of loaner garb, esp. if we actually are
going to attempt to day-trip Saturday's War of the Roses at the end of the month, the week before we move uh.)
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I don't know who you are. There are, after all, twelve apartments in this building, and you could live in any of eleven of them, as I know you aren't delight
, and therefore you don't live in Apartment 8. For that matter, in theory you could
live in one of the three other buildings in this complex – you might not even live here at all, and only know someone who does. You could, in fact, be almost anyone.
I would like to talk to you about a small matter of common courtesy.
You see, I know there's a laundry room downstairs. It's not the highest quality; the machines are a little bit overpriced, only one of the two dryers works worth a damn, and one of the washers regularly floods the entire floor. Still, it's a lot more convenient to do laundry downstairs (or, in the case of apartments 1-4, down the hall) than it is to pack everything into baskets or bags and haul them off to a laundromat, especially as there isn't one of those in the neighborhood.
And like I said – the machines are overpriced. I can understand the desire to get them to wash and dry the maximum load possible, so that you can save your quarters. I just want you to consider, a little, that if you over
load the machines, they won't work as efficiently. You'll flood the floor more, and you'll end up running both dryers twice because your clothes will still be soaking wet.
And as for the reason I'm actually writing
this, some eighteen hours after I started to write it –
When you overload a washing machine, you don't just flood the floor. You also prevent the machine from washing your clothes
, ie, the reason you fed it the quarters in the first place. And when, then, you dry your overloaded load, not only are you overpaying the dryer, but you are also
– and this is the important part – making the entire apartment building smell like your smelly, improperly-washed clothing
The humidity dumped by the dryers and the flooding of the floor (which, last week, you might recall, also
had a bonus sewage smell) is bad enough. Please let me walk through the hallways of my own building, up to my apartment door, without choking on the smell of your stinky clothes.
I CAN HAS DREAMWIDTH
To commemorate this momentous occasion, I ... signed up with the wrong username!!!
was really incredibly awesome and swapped me out before I'd had the wrong username for even five hours.
(In case anyone was curious, it was diversionary
at first. I don't know if that redirects here now or not, as he manually renamed it.)
Profile definition to follow later tonight, iei.