3 weeks in

I absolutely love having an apartment. It's not nearly as bad as last year: I can sleep at the drop of a hat. Sharing a room all of the time was hell on my nerves, but now I've got a room all to myself. A room I can decorate. One with a normal bed that's not a billion feet off the ground. So this is much, much better.

The classes...so far, there still hasn't been anything too difficult, though that tends to build up over the semester. The further along it is, the more work there is, you know. Mainly, there's just a lot of reading involved. Seems pretty humdrum so far.

Friday I went to Pine Mountain with the family because there was a hot air balloon festival. We only went for the one night, when they set the balloons up and did a hot air balloon glow for about 20 minutes (even though it was supposed to be an hour, and they started half an hour early). People were still arriving when it was over, which made me kind of sad. But we got a ton of pictures, and it was just so pretty.

Soon though, it'll be my birthday. And it'll be awesome.

A Rating of My Classes

Class: Linguistics
Difficulty: None
Professor: Not hot, but funny. Boring at times, since it's easy to drift off to the sound of his voice.
Overall: Excited

Class: ENGL 400
Difficulty: Very
Professor: Cute and funny, very entertaining
Coursework: A shit ton.

Class: Italian
Difficulty: Negative a million
Professor: Woman, but really very nice.
Overall: Another breezy semester of italiano

Class: Women's Studies
Difficulty: As yet to be determined. Syllabus points to very, prof points to medium.
Professor: Bat-shit insane feminist.
Overall: Good God, are you sure it's too late to drop this class?!

Class: Theater
Difficulty: I'm...not sure. Haven't really been told what we're doing. Why?
Professor: A wind-bag. Talks a lot about himself and how he has studied some dying form of Indian performance sign language that only 16 other people study BECAUSE HE'S SO INTO PRESERVING THE ARTS.
Overall: I think I can survive it.

Class: Psychology
Difficulty: Well, there aren't any tests, but the science stuff is going over my head, and that's a big deal these first few weeks since we do have graded assignments on them.
Professor: A 10 out of 10 on the hot scale. Seriously, I don't know how I lucked out with so many hot teachers, since I've only had the one before, but damn. Also, we aren't allowed to call him by his last name. Also, did I mention he doesn't "believe" in tests? Which is just fine, since I don't either.
Overall: Though I did find myself nodding off in class yesterday, like I said, it's because of the science stuff. Once we get past these first few weeks, I think we'll be alright.

So that brings the total to 6 classes, two female profs, two hot guys, one hot TA, and two boring profs. Let's see how it goes.

college: take two

So I'm at UGA. It's cool. Kinda just been bouncing around classes, not really retaining anything. No real work yet, I guess.

Trying to get a job at the school newspaper, which they make freaking ridiculously hard. But that'll be cool.

Also I've exercised twice now. Which is more than I've ever done that before. So hope that works out.

I don't know. Still don't have a job. Working on that, though.

I feel like I should be happy, because life's not that difficult right now, but I'm just so busy worrying about when the other shoe will drop that I can't enjoy it.

Oh well. C'est la vie.

insured

No job, my teeth healed fine, and I'm stressed about money for school and the amount of books I'm supposed to read this semester for my English classes.

Yep.

my teeth

have been removed. All of yesterday, I was just laying there, drooling blood, and I've been told that it was pretty gross. And then today, I feel much better, but still not close to 80 %. At least I don't have to have my mouth packed, though I do have to keep putting heat packs on it. I haven't taken any pain pills and I've been able to eat, so that's good.

Here's hoping that tomorrow I feel better still, and can actually stand up for more than a few minutes. Not that laying down all day has been bad. Except, you know, it's kinda boring. I've never been one able to doze off all day, so I've pretty much been laying here. And to top it off, my family keeps bringing home all of this delicious food, and all I can eat are mashed potatoes and soup. Lames.

On the bright side, I now have a total of two job interviews this week: Domino's and Payless. I'm hoping more for the Payless one, since I think that'll be more money. Plus, you know, food service...kinda over it. But yeah. I also got a job interview with Six Flags...tomorrow. And since they said no rescheduling, and I can barely talk, I had to turn it down. Oh well. It was a long drive anyway.

Okay. So there's that. Hoping I can get a job in the next few days and still be able to attend my friends'/cousin's graduations. That'd be peachy.

these are a few of my least favorite things

I'm getting my wisdom teeth taken out tomorrow.
And hopefully I will have healed enough to go to my job interview for Domino's on Tuesday. Or I'll just show up looking and feeling like a crackhead.

I applied for a bunch of jobs online the other day. One of them was for the company called Vector. Stupid me, I didn't really look into what they were about until after the CALLED me and set up an interview with me. When I realized that it was a telemarketing job, I cancelled my appointment. But they still keep calling me. Going to have to deal with that, but there is just no way I could be a telemarketer. I mean, unless I had to.

10 (good) pages down.

do you know what it feels like for a girl?

Just listening to that song. In my head.

I feel like writing. I feel like actually writing a novel this summer. I'm going to do it, too, dammit. If it kills me. So far, it seems like I'm going to have a lot of free time. I mean, I need to work. But I haven't found a job. So until that happens, I have no money, and nowhere to go. So yeah. There's that.

But I'm feeling the creative juices flowing right now. I think they're slowly ebbing away, but I hope I can find them. At least enough to do an outline of what I need for a story. Something that I could flesh out, maybe. Ugh, it's so frustrating. Half the time it feels like I want to write, and the other half it feels like I want to write in order to make money. When the second half comes out, I can't ever think of anything. Not because it's not pure, but because it puts so much pressure on me. "This next word will be my future." When I just let go and write, I'm told my stuff is fairly good. Probably because it's vaguely shocking.

Anyway. I need to write something other than my thoughts. But hopefully that means I'll be writing more in this blog. That nobody reads. Even my best friend forgot about it. But that's okay. I like the anonymity. It's freeing.