Ugh

I have to have two reader responses done for my essay in my W131 class for Tuesday. I've sent 4 e-mails, and only gotten response from the two brothers that are in the class. Unfortunately, one of the brothers is busy with other homework, but the other did provide me with a reader response. I've made sure to send the e-mails to my instructor when I send them to the entire class. It's really frustrating. I've done numerous reader responses for people when they've missed class, but I can't even get anyone to bother. I fucking hate bratty eighteen year old students. I don't give a flying fuck whether they like me or not. I'm about to tell my instructor that I will not provide reader responses to classmates anymore except for those that have helped me. I hate to be like that, but I think that having sent over 4 e-mails in the past two days to get someone to help me is ridiculous.

While yes, I did miss my class, but I had a legitimate reason. There's another student in the class that barely even shows up, and he somehow manages to get his fucking reader responses. What did I do to these people?

Gah!

I've received phone calls from both NARAL & NOW asking for donations. I told both of them that I support their causes, and that I've filled out nearly all of the e-petitions they've sent me since joining. The man that called from NARAL was far more understanding about my situation (without going into great detail about it) as to why I cannot donate. The woman that called from NOW asked if I could just give $15. Well, normally this isn't a problem, but I tried to explain to this woman that 1) I'm a college student living on financial aid and 2) my car just broke down. She made some comment about, "Well, you'll just have to try harder." Dammit, bitch. I am trying, but no offense, when it comes to me getting my education, and you hitting me up for money to do god knows what with to keep Alito & Roberts off of the Supreme Court, wouldn't it be in your best interest, oh I don't know, maybe to call those people that aren't in college rather than telling me to try harder. I wonder how woman positive it would be for me to go whore myself out for money and donate it to NOW. Wonder if that woman would feel the same way then. Of course, I wouldn't do that, but you get the point.

ugh

I think the kids next door have been playing on my porch again, and I think one of them stole a piece of my mail.

Cleaning

I've been cleaning almost since I got back. A majority of that time was spent moving things to the storage room. I still have a load to take back there, but I've carefully vacuumed around it. I was starting to feel smothered by crap. I haven't had much time to really break down and clean since the semester started. I've really only had time to do the occasional vacuum, dust the esstentials, and clean the bathroom. Bathroom must be clean. It's a little messy, but the sink, tub, and toilet have remained spotless. The floor, that's been questionable, but I'm hoping to get the bathroom finished being painted and wallpaper hung sometime next week. I've had time to hang the wallpaper, but Adam's been gone, and I can't for the life of me get anyone to come over and at least babysit me to make sure I don't crack my head open on the bathtub. Hopefully we can get this done next weekend. Adam has several days off, and I do as well.

I really need to mop the floor, but it seems it's almost pointless. The floors are so old and neglected, that even if I mop with Murphy's, you can't tell. Your socks are still black on the bottom. I hate these floors. I just wish the landlord would have kept up on keeping them nice. It's sad, really.

Now, I'm in dire need of a beer, and I need to continue cleaning. Anyone wanna help? :P

D'oh!

I got back from taking Adam to the airport, and there was a message on the answering machine. It was the mechanic from Meineke. As you can imagine, I didn't want to call him back, but he didn't sound like he was going to tell me something bad. I called him back, and it wasn't anything bad. He was looking for the manual for my car. He's begun taking parts out of my engine, but he needed the code to enter in when he puts my battery back in. No code. No radio. He said he looked in the glove box, and it wasn't there. Well, I had taken it out of there a while back so I could put some other things in there. Mind you, this manual isn't some tiny thing. It's about 3-4 inches thick, and quite nice, actually. I told him I thought it was on the floor in the back, and if he couldn't find it, to give me a call back. Basically, he wanted to know if I had written the code in the manual, but I bought the car used. So......theoretically, it should have already been written in the manual by the previous owner or Speedway VW. It's been an hour and a half, and he hasn't called back. I'm assuming all is well, and I will have a radio in my car when I get it back.

I still haven't decided if I want Adam to drop me off at school or if I should just ride the bus. If Adam takes me, I'll be there from 8-4, and my classes don't start until 9:30. I guess, in theory, I could hang out in the computer lab of the IT building, but I've never been one to just surf the internet. Or my IndyGo option would be to get on the bus at 8:18, and get there at around 9 am. Or, I could push it and take the 9 am bus and get there at 9:30, right when my class starts. I'm trying to get input as to if the buses that run in the morning are on time. If I do take the bus, I will not have to transfer to another. There's a stop at Ellenberger Park and goes directly to University Blvd. on campus. Of course, I can always stop at the IT building so I don't have to walk 3 enormous blocks, but the bus arrives at Michigan and University at 9:30. Or so the bus schedule says for the #3.

I did, however, decide that I would not be taking the bus home. I would sit and wait for the bus for over an hour, and I would not get home until around 5:30. Adam said he could stay a half hour later at work and just pick me up, which works out much better.

I'm still debating.

To elaborate on my car...

Earlier today I scheduled an appointment to take my baby to Meineke. Yes, she's my baby. My big fat butch-dyke Volkswagen, Helda, is ill. The guys there know me, know me well. Know that I'm in college, that I'm an "older" student, and that I live off of my student aid by my own decision. So, the head mechanic, who is the only one who works on my car, came to me, and I knew the news wasn't good. I was assuming a leaky belt or clamp or maybe even the water pump. Worse. I have a cracked head gasket, broken pressure valve gasket, and my car had been spewing oil and antifreeze for a few months. The guys understood why I didn't see anything under my car. Either the fluids were being spewn everywhere by pressure in the engine and thrown back on the underside of my car while running forcing the heat from the muffler to burn the fluids off, and that the fluid was sitting underneath my engine. The only amount of fluid that I would ever see would be a drop the size of a nickel. When you're looking for leaky things under a car that is only a few inches above the ground, you don't tend to notice a spot the size of a nickel. *sigh* So, they're keeping my car until next week, at least they hope. Dave, the head mechanic, will be the only one allowed to do any work on the car other than a new oil change. All in all, this couldn't come at a worse time, but my number on that car was up. I've had the car for about 4 years now, and I hadn't had to do any serious work on it since I bought it. Now, it's Helda's turn to get new parts. Expensive parts at that. It will probably cost me around $1100. Fortunately, I was given a $900 credit line at Meineke, and while I don't need another bill at this time, I can't foot the $1100+ for my car. I need my car. We are already out one car for similar (but worse) problems.

I guess, really, I'm a little pissed. And frankly, I'm a little irritated to hear people gripe about a $200 part, when I'm out $1100. Call me callous, I don't care. I don't want pity, but I sure as fuck will not be at liberty to give anybody pity about their small change woes.

While I'm at it, does anybody go to IUPUI for 9 or 9:30 am classes on Tuesday? I'm kind of in need of a ride.

*sigh*

$1100 to fix my car. :(

*grumble*

I stopped at Walgreens on my way to class to get some 7 up for my upset stomach. As I was driving, my temperature light came on. I'd already filled my antifreeze twice in the past few months, which is ridiculous, and i knew that I had to get it checked out sooner or later. Well, it's later, and I'd had enough. For the past week my temperature gauge had been going up and down but never past 190. I thought maybe a wire was knocked loose, but apparently I was wrong. So, I drove home, and I called Meineke to see if I could get in today. Fortunately, they were, and now I've lost a whole day. Great. I'm sure my geol. prof. is going to beat me with pencils, but I need to get my car fixed.

Yuck

I had a dream last night where I vomited several times. Of course, when I wake up I feel like I have a ton of bricks in my stomach. I can't really afford to miss class this late in the semester, but I'm going to go to my geology class, at least. That's the only class that doesn't gather material primarily from the book, so I'd better go. Not only that, Dr. R. said the two days I've missed this semester is too many, and I agree, but dammit, I feel like crap. Not only that, I get to look forward to freezing my ass off.

Tammy, I know you're jealous!

20°F
Feels Like
9°F
Flurries
High
33° F

Classes schmasses

I finally registered for my classes. I had to have a hold released that only special (read: kids who fuck up really badly 6 years ago and get put on pseudo-permanent academic probation) students get. I did that yesterday, and I almost stuck with the classes that the advisor and I decided on. I contacted the geology advisor to ask him a few things. He suggested that I re-take the G110 class from last semester to get a higher grade (I got a C+) since the only science courses I have are geology courses that directly, uh, relate to my degree. So, I felt pretty crappy about all of that, and then I decided to see if my hold was released. It was. I tried to register for W105 (Intro. to Women's Studies) and W132 (Subject based writing comp.). Well the topics that interested me for the W132 class overlapped with the W105 class. I started looking at my handy checksheet for my degree, and saw that G205 (reporting skills in geoscience) could be taken in place of a writing course, but it could not be counted as a major course, or something to that extent. Basically, if I take that course instead of W132, I have to take a geol. elective instead. No big deal. I walked down to Dr. Barth's (the geol. advisor) office to check with him. He said it was a great idea if I wanted to do it, and that I should probably retake the G110 course over. I've taken enough courses over, but whatever. Bend over and spread 'em, I suppose. So, here's my schedule. Not too shabby.

Monday:
4:00PM - 5:15PM - A104 - Cultural Anthropology
5:45PM - 8:15PM - G205 - Reporting Skills in Geoscience (Lecture) - Did I mention I think I'm the only student in this class?
8:25PM - 8:55PM - G205 - Reporting Skills in Geoscience (recitation)

Tuesday:
1:00PM - 2:15PM - G110 - Physical Geology
5:45PM - 8:25PM - W105 - Intro. to Women's Studies

Wednesday:
4:00PM - 5:15PM - A104 - Cultural Anthropology

Thursday:
1:00PM - 2:15PM - G110 - Physical Geology

Friday:
Naptime

The weekend thus far.

As you know I transported Oscar on Friday. He did really great aside from pissing on things. I've decided that we probably shouldn't get a male because of this instance, but I would prefer to keep my things dry. It may have just been a momentary "I'm in a new place thing", but I do not tolerate dogs pissing on things very well. At least with females, there is only a puddle. I can deal with puddles, but I can't deal with wiping my possessions off with water and Oxy Clean.

So, I arrived back into town at around 2 pm. I decided since I was coming in on the west side of Indy, that I would stop at Georgetown Market. I needed to buy dish and laundry soap, and I will only use Seventh Generation now. The closest store to me from where I live is probably Wild Oats on 86th and College. To put this into perspective for those that don't know where I live, it's about 20 minutes away. Not exactly a hike you want to make when you want to buy laundry detergent. As I was recalling where Georgetown Market was, I didn't realize that, uh, Georgetown Rd. splits in two at Lafayette Rd. I got so lost and ended up spending 20 minutes finding the damn place. Madison, of course, was getting antsy, and I couldn't have found G-town Market any sooner.

I finally found it, and I picked up my soaps as well as new shampoo for Madison and some face wash for me. I've found that doing OCM this time of year just isn't cutting it. Then again, my breakouts could be stress related, but it's always nice to buy new stuff. I ended up buying Burt's Bees Lemon Poppy Seed face scrub. Oh Em Gee! It smells so good. Then again, I'm a sucker for lemon things.

When I got home, I washed my face and decided to give Madison a bath. Not only does she smell good, but she's shiny and has barely been scratching. YAY! After all of that, I decided to nestle down on the couch and finally watch Muholland Dr. Yes, I'm a few years behind, but whatever.

On Saturday I decided to go see my parents. I haven't really seen them both that much since my birthday, and I'm beginning to feel a bit guilty. They both understand that when I'm not in school, all I'm doing (for the most part) is studying. I was explaining this to my Mom last night, and I told that while I'm not working thus making myself entirely broke, it's what I have to do. She said she's hoping to be able to help me out once things with their own financial situation settle down. I never expected her to say that, but she knows what I'm doing is for myself. I always have a hard time taking money, but I'm at the point that I'll take just about anything.

I ended up staying at my parents' until 10 pm. I got home at around 11, and I promptly wanted to go to bed. I've actually been sleeping until 11 the past couple of days, and it's not something I've been inclined to do, but it felt nice.

I received a call at about 3 am this morning. At first I was pissed, but I decided to answer it in hopes that it was Adam. It was. I vaguely remember talking to him, but he asked how Madison and I were doing, and that he'd be home at 6 pm tonight. YAY! As much as I get excited to have the place to myself, it gets a little lonely sometimes. Fortunately, I had my parents, Madison, and Oscar to occupy my time this time, and Adam was only gone a few days as opposed to the usual week or two.

Today is supposed to be my study day, but I feel that I am prepared for my exam on Tuesday. Most likely, I'll review my notes tomorrow, but I'm just not feeling up to doing much today except cleaning up a bit.