it's 6am and i am already awake and showered (thanks to semi-but-not-really hot water from my friendly and yet, very temperamental hot water boiler....decided to freeze me awake instead of letting me relax in the shower).
hate 8:30am classes on a damn friday - i literally end up having one real day for a weekend...arg.
i am somewhat dressed - black tanktop, black short skirt, black leggings. it comes to mind that i need color inserted somewhere in this ensemble. wouldn't be so bad except for my penchant of always buying black and going "i will just buy that shirt in [name random color that isn't "black" here) next time."
yea, next time doesn't often happen.
my light is also busted....again. it only works when it wants to. it hasn't wanted to work for 2 days. and i just got the bulb not even 2 weeks ago.
my ankle looks funny, definitely not kosher. and it hurts. i am going to have to bite the bullet and see my dr. but i am not, i repeat, i am not going to that dank-ass clalit clinic again, i refuse. i don't want to deal w/ a russian dr. who hates his job and an x-ray technician that uses you needing an xray on your ankle as a way to feel up your leg.
final a week from today.
classes yesterday were pointless. i could have stayed home and done actual work. skipped class #3 completely and i thought class #4 would be good - it's the only class w/ a final and i thought, "hey, it's the last class, maybe he will do a review session and answer questions." first off, the prof wasn't even there, sent one of his lackeys, and second off, it wasn't much of a review and he didn't answer questions.
it seems lately, i am beginning to learn that common sense is a hard thing to come by in this country.
and my roommate needs to be shot. among other reasons, she's the type of girl that is only happy when she has a boyfriend. you know the type, we all have a friend who is this type. when she doesn't she complains, she's moody and pissy and when she has a boyfriend, not so much, she actually becomes tolerable. (which leads me that if this relationship goes sour, i'm heading to the fucking hills) well, now she has a boyfriend and likes to play the one-up you game, to show me how not only does she think she has what i have, but it's soooo totally better (gag me). she's been going out for 2 weeks, i've been w/ some one for almost a year and our relationships are COMPLETELY different. but the snide, on-the-slide remarks about my relationship vis-a-vis talking about hers have got to stop or i will knock her out. i told my friends that i give it 6 months - in 6 months, she will have a ring (she's on the ring hunt....it's scary how weird her priorities are) or he will have a straight jacket. my friend and i were talking about how we felt sorry for the poor bastard....he has no idea what he's in for.
who needs soap operas when i got my own right in the room next door?
well, big bang theory is about to finish loading on my computer, i still have to finish packing and find something to put over the tanktop....willing to bet, it will be white.
neeeeeeeeeeed color.
hate 8:30am classes on a damn friday - i literally end up having one real day for a weekend...arg.
i am somewhat dressed - black tanktop, black short skirt, black leggings. it comes to mind that i need color inserted somewhere in this ensemble. wouldn't be so bad except for my penchant of always buying black and going "i will just buy that shirt in [name random color that isn't "black" here) next time."
yea, next time doesn't often happen.
my light is also busted....again. it only works when it wants to. it hasn't wanted to work for 2 days. and i just got the bulb not even 2 weeks ago.
my ankle looks funny, definitely not kosher. and it hurts. i am going to have to bite the bullet and see my dr. but i am not, i repeat, i am not going to that dank-ass clalit clinic again, i refuse. i don't want to deal w/ a russian dr. who hates his job and an x-ray technician that uses you needing an xray on your ankle as a way to feel up your leg.
final a week from today.
classes yesterday were pointless. i could have stayed home and done actual work. skipped class #3 completely and i thought class #4 would be good - it's the only class w/ a final and i thought, "hey, it's the last class, maybe he will do a review session and answer questions." first off, the prof wasn't even there, sent one of his lackeys, and second off, it wasn't much of a review and he didn't answer questions.
it seems lately, i am beginning to learn that common sense is a hard thing to come by in this country.
and my roommate needs to be shot. among other reasons, she's the type of girl that is only happy when she has a boyfriend. you know the type, we all have a friend who is this type. when she doesn't she complains, she's moody and pissy and when she has a boyfriend, not so much, she actually becomes tolerable. (which leads me that if this relationship goes sour, i'm heading to the fucking hills) well, now she has a boyfriend and likes to play the one-up you game, to show me how not only does she think she has what i have, but it's soooo totally better (gag me). she's been going out for 2 weeks, i've been w/ some one for almost a year and our relationships are COMPLETELY different. but the snide, on-the-slide remarks about my relationship vis-a-vis talking about hers have got to stop or i will knock her out. i told my friends that i give it 6 months - in 6 months, she will have a ring (she's on the ring hunt....it's scary how weird her priorities are) or he will have a straight jacket. my friend and i were talking about how we felt sorry for the poor bastard....he has no idea what he's in for.
who needs soap operas when i got my own right in the room next door?
well, big bang theory is about to finish loading on my computer, i still have to finish packing and find something to put over the tanktop....willing to bet, it will be white.
neeeeeeeeeeed color.
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and probably why i never wear color.
oy.
sorry to hear about the ankle, more sorry to hear about the doctor, but know what, demand your patient rights, demand to be treated VIP style or else u'll unleash your wrath so hard they will want to live in the south
As my dad used to say... common sense is the least common of all senses (in spanish is sounds really nice)
have a good day, enjoy ur daylong weekend with soldier boy