Another Semester

Well, let's see. I can't really type right now because I went out and bought a wrist brace for my wrist, because it's gotten exponentially worse over the past few days. I thought it'd be better if I got a brace to sleep during the night so that I didn't wake up with worse pain, as has been happening lately. So I'm not sure I'm going to write a lot just because of this. But, because I randomly started singing what I made the song of the day, I needed to write a journal before I lost the song, like that OTEP one from last journal.

I woke up at eleven and left a couple minutes early to get to the college on time. I pretty much already knew where my classes were, but I didn't know what traffic would be like at this time of day. Well, the traffic wasn't too bad until I realized I was approaching a cop on the expressway. So I slowed down so that I didn't pass him, and of course he was driving at precisely the speed limit. And he took my exit when 14 split. Dunno where the other ramp goes, but mine merges with 23. Exactly at that merge is when another cop, this time a state cop, merged right smack dab in front of me. So I managed to follow two cops all the way down 23 until I exited onto Geddes. At least they weren't following me. That could end badly.

I found a parking spot immediately upon pulling into the parking lot, and I took it immediately. It wasn't a great parking spot, but I wasn't about to dick around and lose it. When I got out of my car, I found a closer one, but I didn't care. I had found a spot, didn't have to drive around in circles, and walk a mile to the college.

I ran into Kim before I found my chemistry classroom. We said quick hellos, chatted a little down the hallway, and then said goodbyes when I went in the doors. The professor came up to every single one of us individually and greeted us all. I dunno if I really like her, but this could also be reservations from that conversation with Nate, in which he warned me not to take this professor. Not that I had much of a choice, unfortunately. We did a group activity, started up the chapter, and then class ended after three lines of notes.

When I left the room, I walked all the way around to where the bridge would be, but after a quick moment of confusion I realized I was on the third floor rather than the second. So I went down a level, quickly printed off a page for chemistry homework, and found a nice seat not on the ground in front of my next classroom. I filled out most of the homework page, which is a weekly schedule, but that was only classes and work. The teacher wants me to find 8 to 10 hours to study chemistry, but fuck that shit. I'm BSing that part of the assignment. I'll write it in, but never do it. Except maybe between my chemistry lab and lecture on Thursday. We'll see.

We all filed into the classroom once the professor arrived, and as soon as I took a seat I got complimented on my handwriting. I really don't know what to say when people do that. "Um, thank-you? I've spent years perfecting it?" I don't know.

I didn't like her. That professor. She came across as a very bitchy person and I have a feeling I really won't enjoy her class. I only know what she doesn't like personally. Hopefully I can just do my writing, hardly pay attention, and be fine. She kept going on about how that if we didn't show up for class, or didn't pay attention, we'd fall behind really quickly because we didn't have a textbook, but I have no idea how I'd fall behind. It's an English class? What are we going to do that I haven't already learned ten times over? I don't give a fuck about this class.

She gave us a writing assignment before we left to get a sample of our writing, and my wrist hurt so bad while I wrote it and no matter what I did, I couldn't stop the pain. So I kind of grinned and bore it as I finished off the quick essay and immediately left.

I turned down the hallway, where my next class should have been located. My composition class was in 326, and my next class was supposed to be in 318. I was very happy to see that they were right next to each other, since I'm scheduled five minutes between the class, if Ally decides to let us out on time. She said she's going to see about moving the class to the other building. Which pisses me off. But anyway, when I walked down the hall, I saw 316, 317, and then it skipped to 319 and above. I was so confused. I had to look at the map of the level to find where the classroom was, because it was displaced on the completely opposite side of the building. Which, the building isn't that big on the third floor. I had to wait outside of the classroom for a while with the professor and the rest of the class as we waited for the previous professor to finish off her class.

I had a lot of doubts about sociology before I walked into that class, but after the professor managed to get the whole class talking by the end of the period, and the way she acts, I think it'll be one of my favorite classes. It sounds pretty easy, too, which is good. Since I have chemistry and three other classes besides those two.

As soon as she let us go, I disappeared. It took me a moment to find my car again, but I quickly left the college, took a while to turn onto Huron River, got stuck behind idiots on the expressway (I'll be experimenting with many alternative ways home/to work), and managed to pull into the shop at twenty after. I changed into my work shirt, grabbed my hat, and walked in. I tell you, it's weird walking in when Ralph's about ready to leave and everyone else is already in there. Owen thought I was stopping in for the hell of it because I was so late.

I ended up on phones, but that's okay. I only had to answer about a dozen phone calls anyway; we were slow as hell again. I got bread sticks, though I kind of expected to do sticks anyway. I mean, I would have volunteered to do it. I realized that I probably would have ended up as a sobbing heap on the floor if I tried mixing up tubs of sauce. Already, cutting pizzas and the little slices in the dough for bread sticks was painful enough.

Jake, still trying to be doctor Jake, told me I should stretch my hand out and showed me a couple ways he'd suggest. One was just solid pain. But I've been kind of doing it, ignoring the pain the best I can, to see if it'll help. I mean, I don't want to pay money to have my wrist get better. I might as do what the doctor will tell me to do before I even go to her office. Deal with it. If it's still a rotten ball of nerves by the end of the month, then I'll think of getting an appointment to have it looked at.

Abbi and I were talking about this prospective road trip, and when Jake heard we were talking about travelling, he got so excited and launched into this insane, discombobulated story about a trip down to Ohio when he was 17. I got so lost and I was listening to his entire story intently. But he was so happy and energetic about it. It's been a while since I've seen him like that.

I also texted Olivia and asked her if she could hang out Saturday night, so Abbi and Olivia will meet each other then. I'm looking forward to that, since they're the two closest people I have in my entire life.

After I finished my stuff, which was really quick once I got my sticks done, Abbi and I left together. New New was bugging her while I was hanging over Erich's shoulder as he was counting my money for a delivery I took, and I don't think he understands how much Abbi and I will turn on him if he steps outside of his bounds. He's actually getting to the point already where I just want him to shove off. And I think he likes me. I tried to get Matt's opinion on that matter, but he didn't help me out much. That's something more of what we can talk about Saturday nights. Saturday nights are nice nights.

Abbi followed me to her house. I was greeted as if I lived there when we walked in and I got spaghetti. I ate dinner. One of Tyler's friends, when he found out I was a chemistry major, asked me how to spell bacon in the periodic table. At first I thought he was asking me which elements bacon comprised of, and I had no idea how to answer him. It was one of the weirder questions I've ever been asked. Eventually, Abbi and I retreated to her room. Where we talked. And I helped her with chemistry. Callaghan still never ceases to confuse me.

I left early, stopped by at work again to pick up the TMNT shirt I left Monday, and then went to Meijer. I got some Sprees, Izzes, and the wrist brace I mentioned at the beginning of the journal. After I checked out, I went to walk out the door I parked outside of, and discovered they locked it at 11. Which it was 11:01 on my watch. I was pissed.

I went home. No one was awake. So I ate my Sprees and watched Doctor Who.

I set my alarm to noon, but quickly switched it off and didn't get out of bed until one. Took care of my rabbits and went to school.

I drove around for ten minutes at school and could not find a parking spot anywhere. Eventually, I did find one, though it was the absolute furthest place from where I needed to be. Still made it to class on time, though. No idea how.

Speech class will be okay, too. We had to present what traits we thought an accomplished speaker possessed as a group and all I could do was marvel over the fact that the professor had a koosh ball and used it to play popcorn for presentations. He seems like a cool guy. Let us out an hour early, too.

Abbi texted me a half hour before he let us out, and when I did manage to text her back, she didn't answer for a while. I'll be honest; I freaked out. She wrote a journal on Tumblr last night about Tyler, his friend, and how they were all drunk as fuck and she wanted out or else, and I texted her as soon as I saw it and told her I'd pick her up then and there, bring her over to my house, and I would have even taken her to school at an early ass time in the morning. She didn't reply to that until this morning, but I thought ... I dunno what I thought. I just freaked out. Eventually, she did answer me, and my nerves calmed down.

Finished drawing the lines for Roiluff, too. Just need to scan them in and doll 'em up on Photoshop.

I went to the Vault between classes, since I still had a bunch of time since Bruce let us out early, and managed to parallel park. It was an awful park job, but I didn't run into anything or anyone. I was just up on the curve a wee bit. I got my comics, returned to my car, and took Geddes back through Ann Arbor to Washtenaw.

My coding class will probably be boring as hell. I already know most of everything, but since I'm self-taught, I don't trust myself to test out of the class. I don't know the laws of coding or whatever. Not for XHTML Strict. I have no idea what type of questions he'd ask. But this will fulfill my computer literacy credit that I need, so I'll do as he asks and be bored out of my mind. I finally learned FTP, though, which I guarantee I'll be using for my xmansion website.

I got out of that class early, too, found my car again, and stopped at Wes's apartment to grab my DVDs. We said an awkward goodbye, and I came home. Got on 14 going the wrong way, so I took 23 home instead of 94, but all's good.

Now I need to go print something off for chemistry, maybe watch another episode of Doctor Who, and then wake up at 7. Yay. I hate mornings.

SONG OF THE DAY: Lion ~ Hollywood Undead