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I've had one of those up and down weeks and am thrilled that I have nothing to do tomorrow, no commitments, though I'm sure my Grandma will attempt to wake me up for church. *shudder*
My cousin is okay. I talked to my Mom and it turns out that her Mother noticed signs, got tired of nothing being done and took her in for a test. I love my Mom's Mom when she's on her meds. This Grandma (not the one I live with) is bipolar and when she's no her meds she's just this really nice, seemingly responsible, loving, cool person. I've known her mostly not on her meds so this is still all very new to me. I have to say I'm liking it though. So my cousin is okay. They were still doing the test thing last I heard, but she will be on insulin. I'm just glad she's okay, thank God.
So my week started out interesting. In my British Literature class were on Shakespeare and we were still on the sonnets on Monday, right now were doing King Lear, and this boy raised his hand and in a very quizzaled manner asked my Shakespeare wrote all these things to another man, and dedicated them to a man. Well our teacher goes into one of those letcure happy moments, you know the kind where they can't wait to share what their about to share, about homoeroticism in Shakespeare. Up until this point I'd thought he was semi-okay, kinda a jerk, but in that moment I loved him. It was just one of those great moments you so rarely get in class. I mean whenever homosexuality is brought up in class it's usually a psych class and it's usually brought up for debate and question. One kid in the Shakespeare class I'm in though one of the characters in the play we were reading was gay (I thought he came accross more as bi) and the teacher shot him down. Then there was Monday and it still puts a smile on my face.
Wed was my time with my mother shopping for Christmas presents for me. My Mom's into all the reality make-over shows...home, people, how to date...blah blah blah. Well she's basically done everything she can to the house, so now I'm next. So we went clothes shopping for what she would give me at Christmas. I was her Barbie doll for several hours. Finally at the third store she realize I'd had enough of shopping. I got her to realize this by pulling some awful clothes of racks and getting all excited over them. Then as we are walking out we ran into a friend I hadn't seen since last sememster. She was there with her girlfriend and kids. We didn't get to talk long, got a hug said hi then bye. My Mom was silent and tight-lipped for the rest of the ride home despite the fact that we'd been joking and doing pretty good before hand. It was odd. However she did still give me twenty dollars to buy the Placebo DVD I want for Christmas.
Thurdsay I had a midterm and I think I did all right. I hope I did amazing, only time will tell. I also got my review at work, by one of the manager I tend not to get along with. She got all nervous and gave it to me. I did an average job and on my third year aniversery I 'might' get a raise.
Friday I left at 11 even though I was scheduled till close because I am only avabliable to 11. The girl who does the schedule's (and also gave me my review) had messed it up. She had also scheduled me until twelve next Friday and has me working Sunday (Halloween) despite the fact that I'm not avabliable to work on Sundays. She freaked out sorta and got plaintive and whiney about how she had no one else to schedule on that day. I shouldn't have to request off on a day that I'm N/A to work. However it was either give in or find some cheese so I gave in. However with a fixed schedule (the only working till eleven on Friday) I would only have twenty-eight hours and I'm supposidly full time. I complained to the GM today and she fixed it.
Today was just odd. Got up, didn't want to, and went to school early. Took my test, even though I was barely awake, and I think I did semi-okay, but possibly bad. Sat though a lecture then went home as soon as he stopped talking. By say through I mean he was talking and I was reading The Married Man by Edmund White. Went home, went back to bed.
Then I got up for the trick or treat at the college. I couldn't find the face powder I wanted, and my brothers' wasn't where I remember it being so I had to use the palest one I had. Then I couldn't find shirt, or my makeup. Found my shirt. Got dressed. Found makeup I could use and struggled with it. Put on my wig and hightailed it to the school...I was late by twenty minutes, but it was okay cause they hadn't started yet. I got a chair and was assigned to pass out candy. Then I waited and waited and I waited. Talked to the guy in the hall with me, met the girl pirate who was nearby (she had some very nice clevage going on) and then suddenly there were children and I was swamped. I went through at least seven bags of candy. The scary thing was the politeness. I don't mean to be prejudice, but this is the truth. All the parents of the black kids were making sure their children said thank you and were polite to me. All the parents of the white kids were all like 'hey there's the candy go get yourself candy.' and occasinally making sure they said trick or treat or sang some jingle threatening me if I didn't give them candy. I think maybe one white kid said thank you to me. It was very odd and distrubing. I feel weird just for writing it, but its the truth.
Anyway passing out candy ended and I left cause I had to get off all my makeup and go to work. I stopped at the comic book store on my way in to pick up my friend the comics I wanted to give him for his birthday, but they had that room closed off so I didn't manage to get them. Work was hell. Were were busy all night. Then at one nineteen two people came through and order eighty soft tacos and twenty hard. That's right we had a hundred taco order in our drive thru. Needless to say we closed shortly thereafter and concentrated on making all those tacos. It was insane.
That's really all I have. Night.
My cousin is okay. I talked to my Mom and it turns out that her Mother noticed signs, got tired of nothing being done and took her in for a test. I love my Mom's Mom when she's on her meds. This Grandma (not the one I live with) is bipolar and when she's no her meds she's just this really nice, seemingly responsible, loving, cool person. I've known her mostly not on her meds so this is still all very new to me. I have to say I'm liking it though. So my cousin is okay. They were still doing the test thing last I heard, but she will be on insulin. I'm just glad she's okay, thank God.
So my week started out interesting. In my British Literature class were on Shakespeare and we were still on the sonnets on Monday, right now were doing King Lear, and this boy raised his hand and in a very quizzaled manner asked my Shakespeare wrote all these things to another man, and dedicated them to a man. Well our teacher goes into one of those letcure happy moments, you know the kind where they can't wait to share what their about to share, about homoeroticism in Shakespeare. Up until this point I'd thought he was semi-okay, kinda a jerk, but in that moment I loved him. It was just one of those great moments you so rarely get in class. I mean whenever homosexuality is brought up in class it's usually a psych class and it's usually brought up for debate and question. One kid in the Shakespeare class I'm in though one of the characters in the play we were reading was gay (I thought he came accross more as bi) and the teacher shot him down. Then there was Monday and it still puts a smile on my face.
Wed was my time with my mother shopping for Christmas presents for me. My Mom's into all the reality make-over shows...home, people, how to date...blah blah blah. Well she's basically done everything she can to the house, so now I'm next. So we went clothes shopping for what she would give me at Christmas. I was her Barbie doll for several hours. Finally at the third store she realize I'd had enough of shopping. I got her to realize this by pulling some awful clothes of racks and getting all excited over them. Then as we are walking out we ran into a friend I hadn't seen since last sememster. She was there with her girlfriend and kids. We didn't get to talk long, got a hug said hi then bye. My Mom was silent and tight-lipped for the rest of the ride home despite the fact that we'd been joking and doing pretty good before hand. It was odd. However she did still give me twenty dollars to buy the Placebo DVD I want for Christmas.
Thurdsay I had a midterm and I think I did all right. I hope I did amazing, only time will tell. I also got my review at work, by one of the manager I tend not to get along with. She got all nervous and gave it to me. I did an average job and on my third year aniversery I 'might' get a raise.
Friday I left at 11 even though I was scheduled till close because I am only avabliable to 11. The girl who does the schedule's (and also gave me my review) had messed it up. She had also scheduled me until twelve next Friday and has me working Sunday (Halloween) despite the fact that I'm not avabliable to work on Sundays. She freaked out sorta and got plaintive and whiney about how she had no one else to schedule on that day. I shouldn't have to request off on a day that I'm N/A to work. However it was either give in or find some cheese so I gave in. However with a fixed schedule (the only working till eleven on Friday) I would only have twenty-eight hours and I'm supposidly full time. I complained to the GM today and she fixed it.
Today was just odd. Got up, didn't want to, and went to school early. Took my test, even though I was barely awake, and I think I did semi-okay, but possibly bad. Sat though a lecture then went home as soon as he stopped talking. By say through I mean he was talking and I was reading The Married Man by Edmund White. Went home, went back to bed.
Then I got up for the trick or treat at the college. I couldn't find the face powder I wanted, and my brothers' wasn't where I remember it being so I had to use the palest one I had. Then I couldn't find shirt, or my makeup. Found my shirt. Got dressed. Found makeup I could use and struggled with it. Put on my wig and hightailed it to the school...I was late by twenty minutes, but it was okay cause they hadn't started yet. I got a chair and was assigned to pass out candy. Then I waited and waited and I waited. Talked to the guy in the hall with me, met the girl pirate who was nearby (she had some very nice clevage going on) and then suddenly there were children and I was swamped. I went through at least seven bags of candy. The scary thing was the politeness. I don't mean to be prejudice, but this is the truth. All the parents of the black kids were making sure their children said thank you and were polite to me. All the parents of the white kids were all like 'hey there's the candy go get yourself candy.' and occasinally making sure they said trick or treat or sang some jingle threatening me if I didn't give them candy. I think maybe one white kid said thank you to me. It was very odd and distrubing. I feel weird just for writing it, but its the truth.
Anyway passing out candy ended and I left cause I had to get off all my makeup and go to work. I stopped at the comic book store on my way in to pick up my friend the comics I wanted to give him for his birthday, but they had that room closed off so I didn't manage to get them. Work was hell. Were were busy all night. Then at one nineteen two people came through and order eighty soft tacos and twenty hard. That's right we had a hundred taco order in our drive thru. Needless to say we closed shortly thereafter and concentrated on making all those tacos. It was insane.
That's really all I have. Night.