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| My one class today was cancelled, and I don't have classes tomorrow because of Veteran's Day! Woooo!
Also, I had a really excellent weekend. I drove to San Francisco on Friday evening, and Mike and I spent Saturday and Sunday in the Monterey/Carmel area. We stayed at a cute little B&B, and it was reinforced to me both days how much I would love living in that area.
( Let the photos begin. )
After this, we made our way home. It was a fantastic weekend.
- Mood:content
 - Music:Some ambient mix
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| At the beginning of each chapter of my psychology book, they have some quote or quip. The chapter I opened the book to today have one that really hit me.
"A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices." --William James
This is something that I have thought of many times, but less succinctly--the way people misuse the term "open-minded" at times. I wrote that quote down and put it on my mirror (the home of little pieces of that sort until I remember to get a bulletin board).
I have nothing to say about Halloween. I will leave that to people who did something. Did anyone? - Mood:thoughtful
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| I am emotionally drained. I'm so tired of being the adult, the mature figure, and the one who is trying everthing in order to not stoop to pure bitchiness and emotional manipulation to achieve whatever it is that I'd like.
I wish other people would get the memo and get on board those things with me. Life would be a lot more pleasant. Especially at the moment.
I'm only human. - Mood:pessimistic
 - Music:Anberlin--(The Symphony of) Blase
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| Today was a decently okay day until I started thinking too much. The major topic of thought at the moment--my eyesight. I have worn glasses for the past twelve or so years, and contacts for probably eight. My vision is pretty bad without them, in a way where I can't really function, but not as awful as some people I know, and I've managed quite well with the aid of glasses and contacts for the most part. Until this summer. At the beginning of the summer I went in for a new prescription, and found out my corneas were inflammed and I couldn't wear contacts for awhile. Okay. So I spent most of the summer wearing glasses until my corneas were normal again, and since then I've been switching back and forth. I had to go in once to change my glasses prescription even after that, because they didn't seem to be doing it for me, although the contacts were okay.
That was about a month ago, and....things haven't improved a lot. When I wear my contacts I can see pretty much fine, but as soon as I put on my glasses my vision blurs, clears, blurs, clears...on and on. I would think this is just my glasses still being wrong, except when it's clear, it's very clear. And also, when my corneas were originally messed up, I only noticed it when I wore glasses, even though the contacts had caused it. I am so terrified right now that my vision is permanently affected, and/or this will get worse--or that I'll eventually lose it completely. I don't know what I would do. The last time I was in, the doctor said my corneas were normal again, so if they're not inflammed...what if they are permanently damaged? I feel like I've paid my dues. I have diabetes, I deal. I have contacts/glasses, I deal. I'm lactose intolerant, I deal. I've had random other maladies throughout my life, and I've dealt with all of them, but this one...I don't know if I could. I'm a reader, and a writer. I couldn't stand it. I'm probably overreacting, and this will go away, but I'm still scared. I just want my eyes to be normal. Please.
I'm also worn out because of various friend dramas of late that I am not directly involved in, but am the confidant for. I am trying to be there for everyone, say the right things, help in the right ways....and I keep feeling like I'm just failing. I'm not sure what else to do.
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| I grade today a solid C. On one hand, I got the best haircut of my life, an amaaazing pixie cut that is so short and easy to maintain, and I dyed it black. On the other, I'm catching my friend's cold and the rest of the day kind of sucked. | |
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| I have finally discovered the fantastic amazingness of a certain costume shop in Sacramento. I wanted to own like three quarters of the stuff there, including every fancy mask. It made me want to attend a masqued ball terribly.
I had a surprisingly nice, if low-key, birthday yesterday. The highlight MIGHT have been Ryan making me mochi and he, Mandi, and Mike sticking candles into the little mochi balls, since there was no cake. Perhaps.^^
Hope everyone's October is going well. - Mood:content
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| School is marching along. I've been staying pretty on top of things since I had five classes, but I dropped one because I couldn't stand the ignorance, reverse-closed-mindedness (i.e. thinking they were SO OPEN MINDED because they were OH SO REBELLIOUS, but actually just not willing to consider other viewpoints), and general agenda-pushing of both students and professor. Sigh. Sigh. Oh well. At least I only have four now, which for quarters is more manageable.
I never heard back about that job, but that's okay, because it was going to fuck my schedule horribly, and constantly. Planning work around school...that would be excellent! Always planning school around work...ehhh, not so much. And not having it is enabling me to take a class I really wanted.
It is still going to be a really busy quarter, even with that one class dropped. At least now, all of my professors are excellent, for the first time since I've been in college. Also, I may have sort of made a friend. Maybe. (If you know me in person, you realize this is a big deal because I'm a shy hermit with little self-confidence in general, and especially with unfamiliar people--but I'm trying!)
ALSO, THE WEATHER HAS FINALLY STARTED TO COOL OFF. Can you tell I'm excited about that bit?
- Mood:confused
 - Music:Smashing Pumpkins
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| Since the argument with my dad (not "because of," just "in the time since," considering how when we were fighting I wasn't set on anything, and like I told him repeatedly, was in the planning stages of and not committed to an idea yet), I've been doing a lot of thinking about what I want to do with myself. Last time I checked in here I was talking tentatively about Sociology. In the meantime, though, I've been looking into a lot of career options in fields I'm interested in, and realized that what I really have been wanting is Psychology. Just about everything I'd like to do in a Sociology field is available to me through Psychology, but there are also a ton more options in the Psych field, if I want to branch out, change my mind, etc. It's like everything I want...and more. So why not?
I can also speak fairly knowledgably about my options to my dad, now, and to others (man, I still wish I hadn't brought up the things I was considering with Dad before I was sure--that never goes anywhere good). I'm enrolled for an introductory Psych class in addition to some English ones and one for my Sexuality Studies minor. I'm also pretty excited because, especially since I'm almost done with my English major, getting the Psych one shouldn't be too bad. I'm excited, guys! I think I've finally poked and tested and nosed my way into a niche I really like. Of course, this is assuming that I like my Psych classes, but from everything I've heard, read, and researched, it sounds like I will love them.
On a different note, WE FINALLY FOUND A FOURTH ROOMMATE. He hasn't moved in yet, but the lease is signed! He's new to not only Davis, but the US, and came from Taiwan. His English is minimal, and when we met him his brother-in-law was acting as a translator, so this could be interesting. But the guy seems friendly and easy going, and when he moves in, he wants to cook us a Chinese meal! Apparently he used to be a cook of some sort (maybe a restaurant assistant? I don't really know) in Taiwan, so THAT'S exciting. Mandi and I are thinking that maybe while he picks up English, we can pick up some Mandarin. Or at least cooking techniques.^^
Hmm, otherwise, I have to send in my computer for service, I finally got a texting phone, and I haven't heard back about the job. And school starts tomorrow, at last. Life is...kind of stressful and busy, but not awful, right now. I also want to go to the zoo again sometime soon.
- Mood:lonely
- Music:The Wombats
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| What with the Mike being in the process of moving and dealing with some long, odd hours at work, and me currently out of work and on summer break from school, it wasnt' hard to make the decision to come help the moving process when Mike asked on Friday evening. I packed up really fast, hopped in the car, fought stupid traffic due to road construction, and made it here by just after eleven on Friday night.
Saturday was spent running errands to get packing/cleaning material, packing a ton of boxes, and meeting up with Mike's buddies Katrina and Jason to haul said boxes up a couple flights of stairs. Then we went to Denny's for another eleven o'clock dinner. Sunday was EVEN MORE fun, because it involved moving not only more boxes and a few tables, but also the large, heavy couch (by the way--sewing through leather to patch a rip is not so fun). This time it was only Mike, Jason, and I, but very luckily, Jason has a pick-up truck that we were able to use for transport purposes. They brought the couch out of Mike's current apartment, and Jason and I carried the couch up the stairs to the new apartment, with Mike helping on the corners. As a result, my arms are squiggling around like pasta noodles today. Also on Sunday, I learned that sometimes Marie Callendar's does run out of pot pie. It was a very disappointing revelation.
Oh, and if Mike or I disappears in the next couple days, it's because we (probably illegally, though in our defense, there wasn't a, "No dumping!" sign....) found an office building and got rid of his old bed frame in the dumpster behind it. <.< >.> The wind tried to blow the dumpster door shut and trap Mike, but he escaped every time. Hopefully the authorities don't show up today. Maybe I should have left today instead of tomorrow morning after all....
Anyway, back to cleaning the apartment. It's looking much bigger these days. Hope everyone is well. ETA: Dust bunnies! Colonies! Dust kittens and spiders and alligators, too! - Mood:working
 - Music:Billy Joel
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| I was all set to make a post today about which person, of the four potential roommates we interviewed, we had settled on to take Alyssa's place now that she is (finally) leaving.
Too bad the guy coming today hasn't shown up. He was supposed to come between two and three sometime. It is currently just after five, no call, no E-mail, nothing. And I don't have his phone number. >.< Mandi and I have been sitting around all day waiting for him, and he apparently just....didn't bother. This makes me angry. I will be more angry if he shows up at my door at like six or seven, as I am fearing will happen. This is particularly irritating because I finally, after months of dry spell, have an idea for something I'm dying to write, but I've been too antsy today from the waiting to work on it.
At least our choices have been reduced for us. Less work to pick. Hah.
Also, yesterday I encountered two extraordinarily lazy people at the grocery store. It was truly appalling. I was waiting in line to purchase my goods (a large bag of sugar, a half gallon of milk, and a box of dishwashwer soap, so my arms were rather full, and it was rather heavy!) behind a husband and wife team, both members of which were some of the most dour, unappealing-expressioned people I have ever seen. They had a full cart of products, and first of all, rather than push their cart through and move foward in the line once they'd unloaded them all, they instead chose to stand blocking the entire conveyor belt while they were being rung up, so I was unable to set down my things until they were paying. That was an annoyance, but not the sickening part. That came when the man ringing them, who was apparently a manager, had to take a phone call to seemingly deal with some emergency. By this point, all of the couple's food items were in the bagging area, and they'd paid. As it happens, there was no bagger at our checkstand. One would think that one or both of the people could go bag their food.
No. No, they couldn't. Instead, they stood there, through the entire (rather long) phone call, like lumps of lard. Just stood there. Finally the man got off the phone, and then he had to go to the bagging area and do their bagging for them because they were too damn lazy to go do it themselves. They also had the gall to look angry when he offered to help them out, because it had taken so long.
This kind of helpless laziness is just so disgusting. I hope I never wind up like those people.
On a positive note, we made a french apple pie today! And I have an idea to write!
EDIT: He never came. Or called. - Mood:cranky
 - Music:Smashing Pumpkins
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