*Edited to say: Bowling will be on December 12. Check the SGTexas or SGDFW groups for details. Or I suppose you could also look at my personal calendar. Thanks for everyone's quick responses.*
Let's see. The story begins Thursday night. Meredith and I were watching tv and eating cherry cobbler after having gone to see Saw at the theater. We notice the kitten licking at this strangely colored water dripping from a cabinet under the right side of the sink. Meredith opened up the cabinet, and it was flooded! Luckily nothing was in there (expect for all that murky water of course).
I immediately call Waterview to be like wtf, and they send someone 10 minutes later. The guy looked at it for a little while and then muttered about not being able to fix it/not knowing what was wrong. He told us only to use the left side of the sink and that someone would come back tomorrow. Ok... The right side of the sink is the garbage disposal. That sucks.
Friday after I get back from class I see a note written on a paper towel. It reads as follows:
"11:00 *scratched out* 11-12-4
I Nee Order
G.D. is Brocking
W *scratched out* Martin.
Water veiw .P."
Notice how Waterview is spelled wrong (an employee of Waterview wrote this note, haha) and yeah, notice all the other weird crap too. It took me 5 minutes to decipher that, haha. Ok, so our garbage disposal is "brocking." I figured that much. That's the end to that mini story, haha.
Then I left for Austin to visit Airplane Boy. I was so tired, and the traffic was so bad I thought I would never make it. It ended up only taking a little longer than 3 and a half hours so that was good. Then I took a nap. I'm sure that was really entertaining for Steve. Not. Haha, I bet he also liked it that I was cranky when he woke me up.
We met up with some people to go see The Incredibles. Eh, whatever. Those opening sketches were HORRIBLE! I swear I almost walked out of the movie to go vomit. The actual movie was ok. Not my kind of movie, but I suppose it was worth the money. I know Steve liked it because he is weird. I bet he liked those opening shorts too, haha.
After the movie we went back to Steve's apartment and watched Saved. Oh man, I was heckling the first 30 minutes of that movie. "Praise Jesus" this and "I love Jesus" that. My head almost exploded! It was a cool movie though. I think my favorite part was when Mary had sex with her gay boyfriend and said "Thank you, Jesus" right after he came inside her. Good times.
The next day, I was awoken to Steve wanting me to watch football with him. Bleech. I decided, instead, to choose an elective to add to my schedule for next semester. He made me stop doing that to watch the very end of the game. Good thing Texas won or else I think he wouldn't have been in such a great mood for the rest of the day, haha.
Saturday we met Mark and Megan for some semi-drunken bowling. I was only buzzed, and I think Steve was acting way more drunk than he actually was. You should have seen how violently our clothes contrasted. Oh man, it was nice. I like Mark and Megan; they're so wholesome, though, haha.
After bowling, Steve and I took my "Free New Release" coupon to Blockbuster and redeemed it. I'm disappointed in Elliott. He recommended Taking Lives, and I actually listened to him. At least it was free. Steve and I talked through the whole movie anyway, haha. The only reason I know how it ended is because I had made Elliott tell me the ending when he was talking about how good it was.
Somewhere in the course of the night, I fell asleep on Steve's shoulder while we were on the couch. I don't remember this, but Steve claims I pushed him off the couch. He said I just started pushing until he actually fell of the couch. Then I proceeded to laugh at him and tell him he was getting off the couch anyway. He was like, umm, I guess... He probably had a hurt look in his eye too, hahahaha. Then he got me a pillow and a blanket. Aww, how sweet. If someone pushed me off my own damn couch, I would NOT be getting them anything to make their solo stay on the couch more pleasant, haha.
Sunday I was forced out of bed against my will, but on the plus side I got to eat some Chipotle, yum! Then I drove home. Boo. The drive sucked so bad. It was drizzling the whole way back to Richardson. I had to do Accounting homework, but I didn't finish it in time to go over it with Josh.
Monday I woke up at 9am to register for spring classes. I got everything I wanted. Then I went back to sleep. Then my mom called and woke me up to talk about stupid bullshit. She asked if I registered. Of course. She asked if I had any problems. Of course not. And if I had, I would be in the process of fixing them. I've gone through this process of registering many a time, and I am perfectly capable and responsible enough to handle it in a timely fashion. Really, I was just pissed that she woke me up early.
I was also a bit annoyed with Josh. You see, after your first semester, you can register online. This means you don't have to go wait for an hour+ to go have the counselor enter it all in for you. It is much quicker and more efficient to register yourself. Well Josh, being Mr. Paranoid Over reactor, wants to go have the counselor make his schedule. Keep in mind, we are supposed to go over the Accounting homework in the morning. He thinks if he goes in at 9 that he will be done in time to go over this with me before I have to leave for my 11 o'clock class. Wrong. I knew he would be there for at least 2 hours. Last semester I had some trouble and had to see the counselor, and I waiting for over 2 hours. I was annoyed because what he was doing was such an unnecessary waste of time. Why does he need approval from a complete stranger? He was signing up for core classes that are clearly listed on his degree plan. It wasn't like he was signing up for any obscure classes.
So of course he doesn't get out of there until 11:15. Of course the counselor approved of everything he was taking. In order to be able to go over Accounting, we had to skip our 1 o'clock lecture period, leaving Melissa in there alone. We get to the computer lab, and Josh is just bullshitting with a couple people the whole time. We eventually finished RIGHT before our class started. Josh was not my favorite person Monday, haha.
Speaking of Melissa, she was been getting on my nerves a little too. She is totally dragging her feet with college. She has this high school mentality that you are supposed to have a 4.0. No, this is college. If you have a 3.0, people respect that. You can't dodge classes that you think you won't make an A in. You will NEVER graduate that way. She has yet to take a full 15 hours solely at UTD. Because she is dragging her feet, she is way behind me in regards to certain classes and fulfilling certain prerequisites. If you want a class with me, you have to keep up. You can't just decide not to take a class one semester because none of the teachers got 5's on the student evaluations. Those are just bullshit anyways. Also, she made a comment like, omg you are taking classes with 3's and 4's! (Classes are labeled with 1 and 2's if they are freshmen/sophomore classes and 3 and 4's if they are junior/senior classes.) Well, yeah, I am going on my 4th semester of college. She didn't want to take any classes with a 3 in front of it. She was like, but it's hard! Omg, what do you plan to take next semester? Intro to Basket Weaving? College IS hard! Oh, and she doesn't want to declare herself as a Business major because she likes her undeclared counselor. Omg, you cannot go undeclared forever. It looks bad when you are almost in your 3rd year and you are still undeclared. Speaking of which, this is her 2nd year, and she is still considered a FRESHMAN. This should be a sign to pick up the fucking pace. There is no way she is graduating in 4 years. It will be a goddamn miracle if she does.
Whew, I feel better. This has been annoying me for the past couple of weeks. Now that I got that out, it's time to whine. Monday night, I injured myself at my exercise class. We were doing this weird stretch, and I hurt my back. It didn't really hurt then but my god was I feeling it this morning. I got nauseous walking to and from class. I took this as a sign to just sleep through my second class. I was feeling better, but then Melissa made me get up so I could study with Josh and her. This made me feel all crappy again. Blah. Then my mom annoyed me, but it was dumb so there's no point in talking about it.
The end.
Let's see. The story begins Thursday night. Meredith and I were watching tv and eating cherry cobbler after having gone to see Saw at the theater. We notice the kitten licking at this strangely colored water dripping from a cabinet under the right side of the sink. Meredith opened up the cabinet, and it was flooded! Luckily nothing was in there (expect for all that murky water of course).
I immediately call Waterview to be like wtf, and they send someone 10 minutes later. The guy looked at it for a little while and then muttered about not being able to fix it/not knowing what was wrong. He told us only to use the left side of the sink and that someone would come back tomorrow. Ok... The right side of the sink is the garbage disposal. That sucks.
Friday after I get back from class I see a note written on a paper towel. It reads as follows:
"11:00 *scratched out* 11-12-4
I Nee Order
G.D. is Brocking
W *scratched out* Martin.
Water veiw .P."
Notice how Waterview is spelled wrong (an employee of Waterview wrote this note, haha) and yeah, notice all the other weird crap too. It took me 5 minutes to decipher that, haha. Ok, so our garbage disposal is "brocking." I figured that much. That's the end to that mini story, haha.
Then I left for Austin to visit Airplane Boy. I was so tired, and the traffic was so bad I thought I would never make it. It ended up only taking a little longer than 3 and a half hours so that was good. Then I took a nap. I'm sure that was really entertaining for Steve. Not. Haha, I bet he also liked it that I was cranky when he woke me up.
We met up with some people to go see The Incredibles. Eh, whatever. Those opening sketches were HORRIBLE! I swear I almost walked out of the movie to go vomit. The actual movie was ok. Not my kind of movie, but I suppose it was worth the money. I know Steve liked it because he is weird. I bet he liked those opening shorts too, haha.
After the movie we went back to Steve's apartment and watched Saved. Oh man, I was heckling the first 30 minutes of that movie. "Praise Jesus" this and "I love Jesus" that. My head almost exploded! It was a cool movie though. I think my favorite part was when Mary had sex with her gay boyfriend and said "Thank you, Jesus" right after he came inside her. Good times.
The next day, I was awoken to Steve wanting me to watch football with him. Bleech. I decided, instead, to choose an elective to add to my schedule for next semester. He made me stop doing that to watch the very end of the game. Good thing Texas won or else I think he wouldn't have been in such a great mood for the rest of the day, haha.
Saturday we met Mark and Megan for some semi-drunken bowling. I was only buzzed, and I think Steve was acting way more drunk than he actually was. You should have seen how violently our clothes contrasted. Oh man, it was nice. I like Mark and Megan; they're so wholesome, though, haha.
After bowling, Steve and I took my "Free New Release" coupon to Blockbuster and redeemed it. I'm disappointed in Elliott. He recommended Taking Lives, and I actually listened to him. At least it was free. Steve and I talked through the whole movie anyway, haha. The only reason I know how it ended is because I had made Elliott tell me the ending when he was talking about how good it was.
Somewhere in the course of the night, I fell asleep on Steve's shoulder while we were on the couch. I don't remember this, but Steve claims I pushed him off the couch. He said I just started pushing until he actually fell of the couch. Then I proceeded to laugh at him and tell him he was getting off the couch anyway. He was like, umm, I guess... He probably had a hurt look in his eye too, hahahaha. Then he got me a pillow and a blanket. Aww, how sweet. If someone pushed me off my own damn couch, I would NOT be getting them anything to make their solo stay on the couch more pleasant, haha.
Sunday I was forced out of bed against my will, but on the plus side I got to eat some Chipotle, yum! Then I drove home. Boo. The drive sucked so bad. It was drizzling the whole way back to Richardson. I had to do Accounting homework, but I didn't finish it in time to go over it with Josh.
Monday I woke up at 9am to register for spring classes. I got everything I wanted. Then I went back to sleep. Then my mom called and woke me up to talk about stupid bullshit. She asked if I registered. Of course. She asked if I had any problems. Of course not. And if I had, I would be in the process of fixing them. I've gone through this process of registering many a time, and I am perfectly capable and responsible enough to handle it in a timely fashion. Really, I was just pissed that she woke me up early.
I was also a bit annoyed with Josh. You see, after your first semester, you can register online. This means you don't have to go wait for an hour+ to go have the counselor enter it all in for you. It is much quicker and more efficient to register yourself. Well Josh, being Mr. Paranoid Over reactor, wants to go have the counselor make his schedule. Keep in mind, we are supposed to go over the Accounting homework in the morning. He thinks if he goes in at 9 that he will be done in time to go over this with me before I have to leave for my 11 o'clock class. Wrong. I knew he would be there for at least 2 hours. Last semester I had some trouble and had to see the counselor, and I waiting for over 2 hours. I was annoyed because what he was doing was such an unnecessary waste of time. Why does he need approval from a complete stranger? He was signing up for core classes that are clearly listed on his degree plan. It wasn't like he was signing up for any obscure classes.
So of course he doesn't get out of there until 11:15. Of course the counselor approved of everything he was taking. In order to be able to go over Accounting, we had to skip our 1 o'clock lecture period, leaving Melissa in there alone. We get to the computer lab, and Josh is just bullshitting with a couple people the whole time. We eventually finished RIGHT before our class started. Josh was not my favorite person Monday, haha.
Speaking of Melissa, she was been getting on my nerves a little too. She is totally dragging her feet with college. She has this high school mentality that you are supposed to have a 4.0. No, this is college. If you have a 3.0, people respect that. You can't dodge classes that you think you won't make an A in. You will NEVER graduate that way. She has yet to take a full 15 hours solely at UTD. Because she is dragging her feet, she is way behind me in regards to certain classes and fulfilling certain prerequisites. If you want a class with me, you have to keep up. You can't just decide not to take a class one semester because none of the teachers got 5's on the student evaluations. Those are just bullshit anyways. Also, she made a comment like, omg you are taking classes with 3's and 4's! (Classes are labeled with 1 and 2's if they are freshmen/sophomore classes and 3 and 4's if they are junior/senior classes.) Well, yeah, I am going on my 4th semester of college. She didn't want to take any classes with a 3 in front of it. She was like, but it's hard! Omg, what do you plan to take next semester? Intro to Basket Weaving? College IS hard! Oh, and she doesn't want to declare herself as a Business major because she likes her undeclared counselor. Omg, you cannot go undeclared forever. It looks bad when you are almost in your 3rd year and you are still undeclared. Speaking of which, this is her 2nd year, and she is still considered a FRESHMAN. This should be a sign to pick up the fucking pace. There is no way she is graduating in 4 years. It will be a goddamn miracle if she does.
Whew, I feel better. This has been annoying me for the past couple of weeks. Now that I got that out, it's time to whine. Monday night, I injured myself at my exercise class. We were doing this weird stretch, and I hurt my back. It didn't really hurt then but my god was I feeling it this morning. I got nauseous walking to and from class. I took this as a sign to just sleep through my second class. I was feeling better, but then Melissa made me get up so I could study with Josh and her. This made me feel all crappy again. Blah. Then my mom annoyed me, but it was dumb so there's no point in talking about it.
The end.
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