The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another his mother called him "WILD THING!" and Max said "I'LL EAT YOU UP!" so he was sent to bed without eating anything.
Sometimes I think I need to learn more from children's books.
This is the first time in a while I have been concerned about my overall health. I don't think I have mono though, which is the biggest concern as I was around people with it all break. I just feel like shit, and am contemplating going to student health or possibly even employee care at the hospital today. I don't know.
I am generally just not in the best state of being, in any sense.
Today is the first day of school. I don't have any classes, but three hours at the hospital, five at the anxiety center, and four and a half at the tomb. Only four more months of this. It's hard to believe.
I want to go back to school. More so though, I just want to be graduated. I'm considering doing a research assistant position after graduation for a few years for some school somewhere. Free or greatly reduced tuition for employees would greatly benefit my quest for furthering my education.
I don't know though. Lately everything seems mixed up. Sean and I broke off right after New Years. It's frustrating that we can't make it work after so long.
Lately I have been reading the entire Twilight series that I borrowed from Liz (I had to stop part way into the fourth one when it got too excruciatingly painful to handle. However addicting, the books are terrible) and playing copious amounts of Endless Ocean, which nobody appreciates but me.
Last night I went into the Old Port without Sean and it felt so alien and weird and different and I hate growing up.
I am currently on an overnight shift for the stress line. I hate overnight shifts. If someone calls me at five this morning I will be too grouchy to give adequate help. Except that is a lie. But I will be grouchy.
I will be back in Boston on Sunday. I am interested to see how my (last!) classes turn out.
First final tomorrow! I am (not so) fervently studying. I do have a fair amount of notecards created, possibly more for the fact that I enjoy writing with the fine-pointed sharpie that somehow managed to find its way home with me from work (It actually really was accidental!), but so it goes. I have been listening to a lot of The Decemberists via Pandora lately, which is enjoyable and good study music.
The library here is absolutely packed. I can't stand it, though it does vaguely make me feel like I'm in on some exciting new trend.
Anyway. Today at the hospital there were a lot of babies. They all were climbing into my lap and begging to be held and despite our do-not-hold-the-babies policy, it was impossible to say no. Holding babies is such a relaxing activity. I also played with a four year old boy who was really into letters and could spell all sorts of words and I was really impressed.
I got back from our work Christmas party an hour or so ago. I wish I could have stayed longer, but I really needed to study. It was a good break from studying though, even though I still am terrible at Rock Band and did way worse than usual on Wii bowling.
My schedule as of now for the next week looks like this:
Tuesday: Tomb mini-shift in the morning. Then back to study for an hour or two. Psychology of personality final. Studying like crazy for my spanish final. Wednesday: Hospital shift in the morning. Then back to study for an hour or two. Spanish final. Studying like crazy for my cognitive psych final. Tomb night shift. Thursday: Hospital shift in the morning. Then back to study for an hour or two. Mall for Christmas gift shopping with old gift cards since I have no actual money of my own anymore. Then studying like crazy. Tomb night shift. Friday: Studying like crazy for my cognitive psych final. Packing. Cognitive psych final. Home, home, home.
It's crazy that finals are almost over. Spring semester payment is due tomorrow and I'm scrounging through all of my drawers searching for money in order to be able to pay what the loans don't cover. As such, it appears as though I will be living solely off of oatmeal and plain noodles until I go home.
In other news, my laptop crashed last Thursday night, and wouldn't turn on past the gray apple screen, which lead to a hysterical melt down as I am a huge dumb ass and did not back up any of my notes and all of my class notes I need to study for finals (not to mention the study guide I'd already spent eight hours on for one of my classes) was on my computer. I took it to the Geek Squad at Best Buy since that's where I bought it. They were wildly unhelpful. The guy working with me didn't even turn on my laptop to look at it, he just took it from me and told me it was the harddrive, and it would take anywhere from a few days to a week to have it fixed. He then walked away and stopped talking to me, until I called him over again and asked for my laptop back. He told me that no one would be able to fix it, and continued to be a giant douche.
I worked eight hours at Tomb afterwards so I walked across the street there, freaked out to everyone about my situation, and got signed up for a genius bar appointment at apple for after work, where they managed to get into my harddrive externally, save my notes and study guide, and put in a new harddrive and keyboard cover (the guy said mine was looking a little cracked) less than four hours later.
The moral of the story is: Apple wins.
I need to be studying currently but I have a headache, and here I am. I have a stress line shift at 11:30 anyway, so I may just wait until I'm done coaching panicked parents to head to the library.
"All day today it's felt like Thanksgiving. Soon, this ... ruination will be blanketed white. You can smell it."
There is something wildly comforting about snow. Possibly because it encourages us to crawl into bed, under covers, to make tea and hot chocolate and not even consider going outside until there is enough snow on the ground to go sledding.
I am currently listening to music and copying slides and slides of notes for my psych of personality final. I've been meaning to go to the library to work on my paper that's due for the same class (and a week earlier) but I've been enjoying sitting in pajamas and have been on call for the stress line and didn't want to risk taking a call mid-jaunt to Mugar.
I'll take a shower and get bundled soon. I'm surprised I feel so good today. Plans for my future keep slipping further and further away. So it goes.
It is a new month, at least, but the same things from last month are already flooded into this one, so it doesn't even really matter. All I need to do is make it to the 11th, and then classes are over and I can breathe and then one more semester and I am graduated, with only vague life ideas and no real plans, which is not comforting in the least.
I was talking to someone recently and realized that I really just feel like I'm missing out on my entire life. I feel like I've already gotten what I need to get out of school and I am just done, done, done. The five thousand dollars I am paying for spring semester could have gone to so many other things.
