October 30, 2002
"Belive it or not I'm walking on air, I never thought I could feel so free-ee-eee!"
No.. not realy but changes have been afoot.. On Friday I was fired from my job. I spent the better part of the weekend feeling sorry for myself. I would have updated my blog but things just diddn't want to come out. I couldn't sleep the night before, and I overslept that morning. I awoke to a call from my supervisor, I had fallen asleep in my clothes so after getting off the phone I just grabed my keys and walked to work. As some of you may have guessed by now, I was fired because I came into work late for the 3rd time this semester. I'm bitter about this "3 strikes" policy. I'm bitter about it in the same way that I'm bitter about going deaf. No fun, but there's nothing I can do about it.
Today is wednsday, I need to get some stuff done today.. immediately after my recitation there is a guest lecture on campus by a collegue of my history professor. By showing up to this I will recieve 5 extra points!! and the way these points work, it will raise my final grade by 2.5%!! That can be the difference between a C- and a C or something. I'm excited. At noon I'm meeting my friend Amy for lunch. I'd be working right now but, nope... they don't want me. They'd rather have some one that screws up the simplest things. Or some one who is chronicly late. (this is what sucks... If you call in and say you're going to be late it's fine.. I diddn't call in because I was sleeping.) Anyway, I had been thinking about quiting that job anyway. All I was doing was sitting at the desk, helping people in the lab, punching print cards. I hated it because it was so borring, and people in the lab barely speak above a whisper. I found that if I really concentrate, my lip reading is a little more effective. Ok, I've gotten myself pissed off .... maybe I'll finish what I was going to write later.
No.. not realy but changes have been afoot.. On Friday I was fired from my job. I spent the better part of the weekend feeling sorry for myself. I would have updated my blog but things just diddn't want to come out. I couldn't sleep the night before, and I overslept that morning. I awoke to a call from my supervisor, I had fallen asleep in my clothes so after getting off the phone I just grabed my keys and walked to work. As some of you may have guessed by now, I was fired because I came into work late for the 3rd time this semester. I'm bitter about this "3 strikes" policy. I'm bitter about it in the same way that I'm bitter about going deaf. No fun, but there's nothing I can do about it.
Today is wednsday, I need to get some stuff done today.. immediately after my recitation there is a guest lecture on campus by a collegue of my history professor. By showing up to this I will recieve 5 extra points!! and the way these points work, it will raise my final grade by 2.5%!! That can be the difference between a C- and a C or something. I'm excited. At noon I'm meeting my friend Amy for lunch. I'd be working right now but, nope... they don't want me. They'd rather have some one that screws up the simplest things. Or some one who is chronicly late. (this is what sucks... If you call in and say you're going to be late it's fine.. I diddn't call in because I was sleeping.) Anyway, I had been thinking about quiting that job anyway. All I was doing was sitting at the desk, helping people in the lab, punching print cards. I hated it because it was so borring, and people in the lab barely speak above a whisper. I found that if I really concentrate, my lip reading is a little more effective. Ok, I've gotten myself pissed off .... maybe I'll finish what I was going to write later.
October 14, 2002
so many things... so many things...
Looks like I won't be going to Gallaudet. Long sotry but it mostly comes down to Money. Speaking of Money, I stand to loose quite a bit if I fail my history class this semester. I can sortof beat the system if I take another credit hour and pass that.. So.. I'm gonna try to do that today. I feel so stupid, but if I screw up my financial aid situation again, well I don't know what I'll do. I need to crack down on that history class. I might still get a C or a D. (it's an elective all I need is a D)
I went home this weekend... I got my hair cut, caught up on sleep, saw my grandparents. My grandparents are still alive. My grandpa has been weak, his time is winding down. My grandma seemed to be having a good day Sunday, (good for her anyway). She recognised me and seemed to understand what was going on around her, but she was still disorentated.
While I was home I also started sorting things in boxes. My mom is ready to turn my room into a sewing room or something like that. It turnes out that my brother plans to move out of the house in a couple of months, and my youngest brother will get his room. Then, my room and my youngest brother's room will be converted into a guest room and whatever it is that my mom wants to do with the other one. I don't plan on living at home forever. It's weird in a way that my younger brother is moving out before I am. However, he finished tech school and he's gonna get a full time job. That and his girlfriend wants to get married *shudder*. I'm not against marrage at all. I hope to get married within the next 5 or 6 years (don't quote me on anything here It's wishfull thinking, some of you may know what I'm getting at) anyway, I recall the last relationship I was in. Ugh, I can't imagine anyone more hellbent on getting married. To her getting married was the end all be all of human existance. It's interesting that this came up because my mom was telling me about my brothers plans as I was sifting through boxes of my junk. I came across a small box full of photographs and letters. It's taped shut, and I have no desire to realy go through it. I threw away a few of the photographs, kept a few (prom mostly) and resealed the box. It's burried in my room. The only reason I keep that "crap" is because I know that I can't delete my past no matter how badly things turned out. I think that in the future, the next time I come across that box, I will rescue photos from prom, and maybe one or two others if I look good in them, and then toss the rest of it in the trash. Now, back to the subject of marrage. When I came across that box, my mom was talking to me in my room. She said something like "Oh yeah, back in August when we had that family picnic (which I missed), your aunt Becky mentioned that she saw [ex gf] in the [nearby city]mall. She (gf) recognised them and introduced herself and her husband." I replied with "Wow, she's married? Allready?" I diddn't know how I felt about that, maybe because I wanted to her to be lonely for the rest of her days because of the way she cheated on me and was emotionally abusive toward me. I don't feel that way now, but something was weird about the whole idea. When I got back to Lincoln I was chatting with Manda online.. I mentioned what I had found out, and then I realized what was odd about the whole deal. My ex had found some one and gotten married in less time than her and I had dated. We dated for a little over 2 and a half years (actualy almost 3 years I'm sorry to say, in retrospect we should have only dated 2 years and 3 months), and I lost contact with her summer of 2001 (I got caller ID). So, in 12-13 months she found the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with. Heh. I bet she hasn't changed a bit. Well, enough about her. I have more important things to worry about.
note: most of this blog was writtin around noon on tuesday. the time stamp is somewhat erronious.
Looks like I won't be going to Gallaudet. Long sotry but it mostly comes down to Money. Speaking of Money, I stand to loose quite a bit if I fail my history class this semester. I can sortof beat the system if I take another credit hour and pass that.. So.. I'm gonna try to do that today. I feel so stupid, but if I screw up my financial aid situation again, well I don't know what I'll do. I need to crack down on that history class. I might still get a C or a D. (it's an elective all I need is a D)
I went home this weekend... I got my hair cut, caught up on sleep, saw my grandparents. My grandparents are still alive. My grandpa has been weak, his time is winding down. My grandma seemed to be having a good day Sunday, (good for her anyway). She recognised me and seemed to understand what was going on around her, but she was still disorentated.
While I was home I also started sorting things in boxes. My mom is ready to turn my room into a sewing room or something like that. It turnes out that my brother plans to move out of the house in a couple of months, and my youngest brother will get his room. Then, my room and my youngest brother's room will be converted into a guest room and whatever it is that my mom wants to do with the other one. I don't plan on living at home forever. It's weird in a way that my younger brother is moving out before I am. However, he finished tech school and he's gonna get a full time job. That and his girlfriend wants to get married *shudder*. I'm not against marrage at all. I hope to get married within the next 5 or 6 years (don't quote me on anything here It's wishfull thinking, some of you may know what I'm getting at) anyway, I recall the last relationship I was in. Ugh, I can't imagine anyone more hellbent on getting married. To her getting married was the end all be all of human existance. It's interesting that this came up because my mom was telling me about my brothers plans as I was sifting through boxes of my junk. I came across a small box full of photographs and letters. It's taped shut, and I have no desire to realy go through it. I threw away a few of the photographs, kept a few (prom mostly) and resealed the box. It's burried in my room. The only reason I keep that "crap" is because I know that I can't delete my past no matter how badly things turned out. I think that in the future, the next time I come across that box, I will rescue photos from prom, and maybe one or two others if I look good in them, and then toss the rest of it in the trash. Now, back to the subject of marrage. When I came across that box, my mom was talking to me in my room. She said something like "Oh yeah, back in August when we had that family picnic (which I missed), your aunt Becky mentioned that she saw [ex gf] in the [nearby city]mall. She (gf) recognised them and introduced herself and her husband." I replied with "Wow, she's married? Allready?" I diddn't know how I felt about that, maybe because I wanted to her to be lonely for the rest of her days because of the way she cheated on me and was emotionally abusive toward me. I don't feel that way now, but something was weird about the whole idea. When I got back to Lincoln I was chatting with Manda online.. I mentioned what I had found out, and then I realized what was odd about the whole deal. My ex had found some one and gotten married in less time than her and I had dated. We dated for a little over 2 and a half years (actualy almost 3 years I'm sorry to say, in retrospect we should have only dated 2 years and 3 months), and I lost contact with her summer of 2001 (I got caller ID). So, in 12-13 months she found the person she wants to spend the rest of her life with. Heh. I bet she hasn't changed a bit. Well, enough about her. I have more important things to worry about.
note: most of this blog was writtin around noon on tuesday. the time stamp is somewhat erronious.
