"Your biting sarcasm wounds me, Madam..."

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Well then.

So, uh.

Hi there.


You may be saying, "Jebus Christmas, woman. It's been a month and a half since we've heard from you. Where in the F have you been? And it better be good."

To which I would say, "Um... nowhere...?"

I've just been wiped off the face of the planet, it seems, for a month and a half and I really don't have anything to show for it. No, really. I've been working in my little cubicle in cubicle-land, day after day, without much entertainment. I don't know. Maybe I lost the inspiration to talk about the nothingness that has been my summer.

So, I’m sorry about that. For those of you who checked in with me to see if I was dead. I'm not. Now you know.

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For newsworthiness, lets take a look at what kind of expenses I have coming up that I can't afford, not even with credit because I am poor in the sense of OHMYGOD where is all my money GOING??

  • This past weekend, I had my school orientation. I'm starting up my bachelors (after graduating with my associates in December) and have done absolutely no research to try and get this shit moving before the semester starts the last week of August.

I am so screwed. I haven't registered for classes yet because I need to see a "Transfer Advisor" before being allowed to register. I haven't seen a Transfer Advisor, because I would need to go to the school during office hours and I haven't actually worked up the desire to try to get this all moving and take a day off of work and just DO IT already. I am so not excited about this and it kind of scares me. I can't really afford it, though I know I’ll just make it work somehow, as per usual. But if I could just register for a class on my own and get my ass in the classroom twice a week, I’ll be fine. Just let me do it on my own, I don't want to have to talk to someone within the bureaucracy that is a state-run university. It sucks, and everyone is mean and doesn't give a shit about how lost you are. You make phone calls and they'll transfer you all around campus because no one wants to deal with you, until you're on hold for 20 minutes and someone just hangs up. Goddamn them.

  • I was asked to be a bridesmaid in Cousin G's wedding. Quite frankly, when she told me that she got engaged, I really didn't think I would be in the wedding party at all and I was actually really pissed off about it for awhile. When she started making wedding plans she wasn't giving me straight answers about the wedding party. I very staunchly assumed I was not going to be in it which I felt was a total slap in the face, because we had been such close friends, with the exception of the past 3 years or so.

Heh. I was wrong.

She was waiting to ask me when she figured out how many guy-friends her fiancé wanted in the party. So uh, yeah. I kind of felt like an ass, but now I am kicking myself for even wanting to be asked. It is so not worth it. How the hell was I supposed to know that I’m expected to PAY for things?? Why didn't anyone WARN ME?? Ugh... I have to go to lunch with the Maid of Honor and the two mothers on Sunday to work out the prices of the Bridal Shower. I am so unprepared for how much someone else's wedding is going to cost me.

  • Also, I have not purchased an Engagement Present, which is apparently mandatory in the year 2007. Had no idea. What the fuck am I supposed to get her? Also, am like 3 months late on this. Help?
  • BigDog had some trouble in June. She had been limping for awhile and we weren't quite sure what was wrong, so we took her to the vet. That was a joyous couple of hours, let me say. 113lbs of very strong, very scared dog had to be held down by 2 vet techs, the vet, TheBoy and myself while trying to feel around her joints to see where the injury is. There was a lot of screaming (BigDog), a lot of peeing (also BigDog), some blood (a vet tech who received a hard kick from BigDog and her long, sharp nails) and copious amounts of drool (also, mostly from BigDog).

It sucked. She's been on some anti-inflammatory and gloucosimine pills and has shown improvements. I'm hoping the pills will make it all better, because doggy-ACL ligament repair surgery is way out of my price range. I love her, but she needs to get a job that pays for health benefits, because pet insurance is a rip off. So says me.


These are just some of the fun things that have been going on in my world. Aren't you excited to get caught up? I know; it's enthralling, my life.

On the bright side, however, I may be getting to the beach this weekend and I think it's about time.
It's August, and I haven't been to the beach yet once this year.
And I live about 15 minutes from a really nice ocean beach.
There are no excuses, people.

Except the forecast calls for a chance of thunderstorms.

Dammit.

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7 Comments:

  • Hellooooo! Welcome back! Glad you are, as you say, not dead.

    Isn't registration for school horrible? I think they have a maximum IQ threshold for people that "help" you. This is one reason I'm glad I'm unemployed. It means that if I have to schlep there and harass people in person during normal work hours, I can. It's also the best way to find the one in three hundred people who is actually competent and helpful. I'm hoping that between Competent Student Loans Guy and Friendly New Head of My Department Lady, I will get things wrapped up by sometime next week.

    And word on having to pay for things for other folks' weddings (especially WORD for those of us who can't get legally married, ourselves). Is your friend cool enough that she'd be willing to take your financial constraints into account if you explained them to her?

    Poor BigDog! I hope she's doing better. Did the vet say anything about ice or heat?

    Which beach are you near?

    By Blogger Da Nator, at 8/08/2007 1:51 PM  

  • It IS horrible. HORRIBLE. And i just have no idea where to start and i'm so far behind... i've only got a couple of weeks and don't know when to squeeze this shit in.

    I don't think it's actually up to the bride, so i'm goign to have to talk to the maid of honor. She happens to be an unemployed school teacher, so i'm not sure if she's in any better shape right now.

    No, no ice or heat. She seems to be doing better. However, i think one of the pills was f-ing with her stomach, so i stopped giving them for a couple of days. We'll see what happens.

    And I've got Robert Moses State Park (beach) just a bit down the road. Well, 15 minutes or so down the road. It's a really nice beach, just like Jones Beach, just further east on the Ocean Parkway. :)

    By Blogger claire, at 8/08/2007 2:44 PM  

  • Congratulations on not being dead! Good work.

    By Anonymous TwoBusy, at 8/08/2007 3:29 PM  

  • Two Busy - Thanks! I've worked hard for it.

    By Blogger claire, at 8/09/2007 11:33 AM  

  • hey there... welcome back. sometimes i wish i loved my "real" life and wouldn't come back here to the Blogosphere Pub, but, you know...

    By Blogger minijonb, at 8/09/2007 1:57 PM  

  • Claire, you were missed! Welcome back! Good luck getting all the school stuff straightened out -- that stuff sucks.

    By Blogger Cassie, at 8/10/2007 11:03 AM  

  • 'bout time.

    school? aaaaak! why the runaround? why? don't they want money? aren't they a business? shouldn't it then follow that they might try to streamline things, make them a little more user friendly? after all, its a school, right? they should be smart enough to do that, at least, right?

    hugs and smooches for poor bigdog. poor woofly. i do the same thing at the doctors office.

    By Blogger First Nations, at 8/11/2007 7:08 PM  

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