Term 5 and Life Updates

We’re in the last week before the term ends, and I am happy. I am glad this term is coming to an end, because Anthropology has just about killed me. Unfortunately, Philosophy and Sociology have banded together to collectively end my life. Between the two of them, I have two major papers that are due at some point before week 6 or 7. My birthday falls at the beginning of Week 5, just after mid-terms. I am wading into the ocean, and the waves are building in height.

My current grades look like this (because I have two papers that aren’t graded): Humanities II: 79%, Anthropology: 71%. I wrote my last paper for Anthropology Sunday night, turning it in over an hour late. Normally, I would be sweating and borderline freaking out about such a thing–not this time. I just didn’t give a flying f***. It was Father’s Day, I wanted to see Before Midnight (which is awesome, but probably hits home more for those who are married or in some kind of relationship), and I just didn’t have it in me to do the research involved. If I get at least an 80% on it I will be amazed, because it is that horrible.

My sister is coming upstate Thursday, and I have to do one final DB post for each class, take the final in Anthropology, and last quiz in Humanities before she does. She’s not sucking up a lot of my time, but I will be forced to see her. And her impending arrival means I have to clean the apartment like a mad woman. I am dealing with an ill kitty (who threw up all over the carpet this morning), a broken shower (yeah, the maintenance staff are going to love me by the end of the year they see me so much), trying to finish putting my room together, downstairs neighbors who prevent me from sleeping in my bed some nights (they’re moving out soon, so I will get a reprieve from the earplugs for a few days), and finishing up a school term with passable grades.

For those who are wondering, I am doing much better this week. I attribute my feelings to PMS (stupid hormones!), and all that crap. I applied for two jobs in the last week, one that is within walking distance to my apartment and one that would require my dad to take me in the morning and I take alternate transportation in the afternoons. The one close by home was supposed to call me (this was Friday), but I haven’t heard anything, which pisses me off because I got excited. The one that requires transportation is within one of the local hospitals, as a receptionist. It has no benefits, but it would pay much better than the one closer by. It also requires I buy professional clothing. The temp agency is supposed to call me at some point and do something or other (I deleted the text my dad sent, so I know nothing besides that).  Update (10:07 pm): my dad texted me to say that the person I’d be working for is submitting my name tomorrow, so I will be hearing from the agency tomorrow or Thursday.

Are you all ready to listen to my issues with my apartment? Here goes nothing:

• My neighbors downstairs like music (who doesn’t?). The problem is they like hip/hop, and love playing it between 9 pm and 4 am…when I am trying to sleep. The light at the end of the tunnel is that they’re moving out sometime this month. I saw a moving truck today, and I got excited. Sadly, they’re still here.
• My apartment has issues. Like I said above, the maintenance people are going to hate me by the end of 2013. In the last month, they have been to the apartment at least seven times. I have no water in my shower, so I am at my baby sister’s mercy tomorrow morning to take a shower in her bathroom.
• Because of my issues with the neighbors (which I have complained about to the landlord–twice), I am deathly afraid my cats are going to piss off the neighbors when they do their random chasing each other around the apartment from between midnight and six in the morning. For the most part, they sleep through the night, but there is that odd day when they decide to be annoying.

And in closing, I have a crush on a bank teller at my mom’s bank. He is married, because he kept playing with his wedding band while he had a consultation with my mom as I sat beside her. He’s in a suit, which is my weakness. And now he’s grown facial hair. I won’t go near a married man, but I like to look at him when I get the chance.

I Watched True Blood Last Night (Possible Spoilers)

Read beyond this point ONLY if you have seen the Season Six premiere episode from last night.

Lost

I am never on my computer, it seems. Even right now I am typing this on my phone. Moving into an apartment with my youngest sister and living only two minutes from my parents has changed a lot.

The silence is deafening. Some days I cannot stand it. I see less of my mom than I care to, and that sucks. My sister and I live in an endless cycle of mundane daily activities. We get up, go on our phones, maybe go for a walk, watch TV, check out movies to rent from Redbox, and we go to the local supermarket. It’s boring, and it annoys me. While I live someplace where I have lots of things to do, most of it is of the grocery shopping persuasion. The mall and other stores I would most likely frequent often are on the other side of town, across a freeway and several miles away. The closest movie theater is far enough that you wouldn’t want to walk to it.

I sometimes have to force my mom to go on walks with me in the morning. Sometimes, she’s already been up and out to Starbucks. I am not sure even when my sister and I get furniture, that this will change.

Right now, I am sitting in my mom’s bedroom, while she reads behind me.

 

There’s also the mind-numbing loneliness. My sister gets bored when it’s just the two of us, and most nights, she’ll go to her room for the night around 6-7 pm. I don’t go to bed until 10-11 pm, and because our current neighbors that live below us play music to all hours, I don’t like going to my room. I cannot deal with the loneliness, I am finding. My sister wants to go to school (granted our other sister does as well), so she’d be gone during the day or night, and it would be just me and the cats. I don’t know why it’s different from when my sisters and I moved down from Oregon, but I can’t put my finger on it.

 

It’s Here!

It’s Been Two Weeks

And I am adjusting to the move slowly but surely. My sister is doing okay as well, and has been acting out of character by going out in public without makeup (something that only a month ago she would have denied ever happening), because of the heat and the fact her makeup would melt right off within mere seconds. It is still difficult at times for her to be social, but she is making an effort. Are there days where I worry? Heck yes, but they’re dwindling in number. My other sister is going to a concert on Saturday, so it will be quiet for the most part on our end.

My dad sent me a text last night basically insisting that I show proof of how many places I have applied for jobs to and their locations. This has been a topic of tension, seeing as we’re changing phone numbers this weekend and the absurdity of applying for a job if my phone number is going to change. And I feel the pressure heavily, since my 21-year old sister has been abusing our parents money left and right. And when she does this, I am the one who pays for it. With my job (in case no one knows this), I am to pay for utilities, groceries, and whatever incidentals I choose to buy. Since my parents are paying the utilities until I can find a job, I have no idea how much they are. And my sister and I are being frugal for the most part with electricity (except the A/C, which with 100+ degree temps seems a godsend) and water, but that can only last so much longer. So when he texted me this last night, I started crying. My mom suggested I lie and write down the names of a bunch of businesses and he’ll be none the wiser (this is why I love my mom), because she recognizes that he’s punishing me because of my sister. I applied to a dentist’s office, and with any luck, I will fit their profile for a potential employee.

The decorating of my room is moving along slowly. I finally was able to hang my calendar, thanks to some DIY blogs I Googled. It’s my pictures I still have issues hanging. Those Command strips are pretty awesome, but I am still struggling as to which ones to use for my two paintings of Paris, as well as the poster-like picture of couples kissing. I accidentally bought the wrong hanger, so if I ever get a picture with sawtooth on it, I will be set.

School is doing okay. My philosophy book will be here tomorrow, and I am internally panicking. My sociology course is like IT, and is fully web-based. Anthropology is sucking away my soul. I have one last paper to write next week, as well as cleaning up my Humanities analysis and applying the critiques my professor had for it. Have I mentioned I cannot wait for those lovely two weeks in August when I have a break? I better enjoy them, because I won’t have another until Christmas.

Anyway, it’s late, and I plan to be up early (although I really don’t get a choice, facing the sunshine through the window even with the blinds closed).

Bonne nuit!

More Developments

In regards to last night’s post.

I received an email from the Registrar, and they forwarded my issue onto a higher up official. She was able to access and print me a copy of my certificate, which she will mail to me. She went on to say to me she doesn’t know what was going on with my computer, because she didn’t have any trouble. I thanked her, gave her my home address, and replied that I had no idea what was going on with my computer and that the link didn’t even work on my iPhone.

So that tiny bit of drama is out of the way, and I now ought to start looking for a job. Especially since my dad has been on my case about it.

Annoyed

I am annoyed. I got an email from SNHU regarding my problem accessing my Dean’s List certificate, and was basically given a list of things to try. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t work. The Registrar’s office is totally digital now, so they can’t mail me a physical copy of my certificate. I emailed them again about twenty minutes ago to let them know their ideas failed, and relaying in more detail that the problem isn’t my computer, but their system. 

When you get Error Code 404: site does not exist, I don’t think it’s your computer. I could be wrong, but I think that something is off on their end and not mine.

As I am predicting, I will never see the certificate. My mom thinks this isn’t the huge deal I am making it out to be, but having not received an award for good grades since I was a kid makes this a huge deal.

Anyway, I need to go to bed before my downstairs neighbor decides she wants to play music.

I Bought a Printer

And I have this urge to print out my Aidan and Matt story on it. My exact reasons are unknown…I guess I just want a physical copy. I also want to state that I cannot wait until Anthropology is over. Having to sit through an old VHS-to-YouTube copy of an hour-long video on a Colombian tribe just about killed me. I also wrote the paper that had to coincide with it, and I feel like August is a million light years away.

My sister and I finally got a trash can, and we went to IKEA yesterday and wanted to come home with a million pieces of furniture and paintings for our walls. While tooling around Sacramento yesterday, I realized my birthday is next month. Thank goodness school has fried my brain enough that I haven’t thought about it much.

As soon as I am done with this term, I hope my creativity returns. I miss the urge to write a story.

Change of Plans

I know I said I would post photos of my apartment for you all, but per my sister’s wishes, I won’t. She has legitimate fears that someone will figure out where we live and stalk us. So based on these reasons, I will not be posting photos of my apartment. I hope none of you are that upset!

In other news, I have made the Dean’s List!

 

I began crying when I got this email. I haven’t received accolades in school since the fifth grade, when I got a President’s Award from President Clinton in 1995, which I was told was a great honor as they weren’t handed out to everyone. I can’t print or look at the certificate because the link is broken, but the Registrar’s Office is on fixing that.

Moving Photos

Last photo of me at the house on Saturday.

Cleaned pool