Nothing Can Do the Cold

Unfortunately for me, I didn't go to bed until about five o'clock. Doctor Who is taking over my life, but I'm nearly caught up. In which case I think I'm switching over to Supernatural. It's all over Tumblr and I need to figure out what is going on. I need to fully integrate into the Superwholock fandom. I already have Doctor Who and Sherlock.

Anyway, I fell asleep relatively quickly. I mean, for me. It usually takes me an hour or so to actually drift off. My bed, with my fleece sheets and multiple layers, is rather warm. I didn't want to get up. I woek up before my alarm, but it didn't prompt me to get out of bed. Once I did, I got my laptop out and immediately went to submit my paper I wrote for Composition. I tried submitting it last night, but every time I clicked on the link it to me to Blackboard's home page. It worked today, at least. I didn't have time to jer around and work around it with school and closing at work straight after.

I checked my email and deviantART, and then quickly got ready. Twenty minutes after waking up, I walked out the door and tried to start the car. My dashboard freaked out, but the car wouldn't start. Before I walked out the door, Mom was talking on the phone with Dad, and warned me that the cold had probably gotten to the battery; Dad's coworker had car problems this morning with a fully functioning battery. Mine had problems before.

Thankfully, one night after work I randomly decided to open the hood (without Galya's help) and figure out what the hell was going on under there. I still have to better look at the wiper fluid, now that I think of it. But because of that, I was able to quickly open the hood and hook up the boat battery. Even then it wouldn't work. I just got the same freak out. Cursing the car with awful curses, I ran back up the hill, flung open the door, and all Dad could do was tell me to try again with the boat battery, and if that doesn't work, start up the truck and jump the car with that. Irritated, I ran down the hill, nearly slipped onto my ass, and reconnected everything. After a couple more tries, it finally caught. I congratulated my car. Quickly, as I had no time, I shoved the battery and cables into the car and drove off.

As soon as I pulled off Dancer, a truck from a driveway down pulled in front of me and wouldn't go above 40. I was too afraid to pass him once traffic cleared up. Then, once he turned onto Dexter-Chelsea, I got stuck behind another slow truck on Baker. I lost 15 minutes behind those idiots. I had 15 more minutes to travel the most distance of my commute, park, and run to class. I usually have 25 minutes from getting on the expressway to school.

I booked i. As in, I tore down the expressway going 90-95 miles per hour. Somehow - though I don't know how - I made it to school in time to park, dart across the parking lot, and make it to class. I probably shouldn't have parked where I did, since the spot was smaller than any normal spot, but I did it anyway. I didn't have time to fuss around.

You know what I realized when I finally made it to the expressway? I forgot my backpack. Completely just left it in my room. Didn't touch it. I felt brilliant. I walked into class without paper and my only utensil being my sonic screwdriver in my coat. Didn't use it though. I barely paid attention throughout my chemistry lecture. I mean, the shit is boring as fuck.

Once lecture was over, I made it to the student center, bought myself a couple nice pencils, a notebook, a baby sketchbook, and an Arnold Palmer. As I waited for my composition classroom to clear out so I could grab a spot, I sat on the bench across the hall, drank my Arnold Palmer, and drew rabbits in my sketchbook. During class I started this journal, flipping between the journal and my notes. I was pretty lucky in that class. I forgot to read the other article I didn't summarize, and I nearly completely forgot from the previous class. She quizzed us over the article I read and asked us to explain the pathos appeal. But she told us what pathos meant. Ally's forcing us to speak in each class, or we lose points. One of the older guys threw a little fit when he tried explaining his ever-present, loud opinion. He doesn't need to be prompted to speak up. Unfortunately. He annoys the shit out of me.

Sociology class - the one I though I would hate - was just fun. It's actually my favorite class so far. Chemistry, on the other hand, is awful.

I had to pee so bad through my sociology class, so I was relieved when she let us go a couple minutes early. As soon as I finished, though, I jumped in my car and took Dixboro to Joy, which I took all the way to work. I kept getting stuck behind slow ass people, which annoyed the fuck out of me, but all I could do was wait until they turned off to some other road. And then, when the last person turned at Webster-Church, the sun made it impossible to see. I don't know how I stayed on the road. When I pulled into the parking lot, everyone was there already. Nate, for some reason, never parks in the drivers' spots the first time he arrives, and he was in reverse when I pulled up. I waited a moment, but he waved me past. I parked by the dumpster. Yippee.

Funny thing is, Nate wasn't supposed to be working, but he was covering for Matt. I asked him why. "He's giving me something." Oh. Alright, then. I didn't mind. Matt's a good guy, but Nate's my favorite guy at work. Hmm. Wonder why. It just meant I got to close with him twice in a row. And I close with him on Friday, too. I like this.

The people from DTE finally got the power fixed when I arrived, so Ralph was playing with the oven to get them all up to temp. Except, when we got the bottom and top pizza ovens up to temp, the middle deck dropped. We couldn't get it back up. At least we had two functioning decks and our bread stick oven back.

I made Abbi and Jazmin choose between who was rolling sticks and who was doing tubs of sauce. Jazmin ended up with sticks. New New prepped the back, and jus tlike Dumb, he annoys the shit out of me. He took longer than he needed to prep the back and didn't do it so well, either. The only bright side is the he was still clocked in when someone ordered a wrap. Abbi and I wanted to main him, though. I tried smacking him in the head with a screen at one point. I think he thinks we're joking, too.

Abbi got a text from her mom before she left, to make a couple pizzas, and Abbi said there would probably be company. I kind of lost it. Ranted about how Abbi needed to call me if things went downhill and I need to pull her out of it. I got too loud about it and caught Owen's and Opie's ears. Nate asked if he could come with if Abbi texted me and I went to save her. Now, I know he had the future time frame off, and he just wanted out of there. Abbi found it surprising and touching.

I wrote BaCoN in the pizza box and broke it down with the periodic table. Abbi said Matt probably wouldn't be there, but I did it anyway. She laughed when she saw it. I guess she didn't think me serious.

Jake was high as hell. Again. besides me and Nate, he was the last to leave. He came back when I was counting Nate's money. He always forgets his car top sign.

Someone put in one of Nate's runs wrong, so we had a fun time figuring out which run was put in as cash when it was supposed to be credit. He probably told me which ticket number he was sure it was a couple times, which would have saved some time. Oh well. It wasn't like we were in a rush to get out of there. We just didn't want to be there. Then, when we figured that out, the printer wouldn't work. Nate said it was out of ink, but we couldn't figure out how to fix it. He gave me a weird look when I stood up on the desk. I called Ralph once, Wes twice, and left Wes a voicemail, but I never got a hold of anyone. I ended up writing all of Nate's driver's recap and all of the manager paperwork I print off by hand. We were $5 over, at least. I wrote Ralph a note, went through my checklist, and started mopping for Nate while he swept. I don't remember handing off the mop, but I only mopped about two thirds of the store.

We were talking music again. He was playing something on his phone - something heavy metal - and he asked me if I actually liked it. He said that he didn't like the screaming, but listened to it for the guitars. I'm the same way, but with drums. We were talking mostly about Avenged Sevenfold, of which he's a fan of their older stuff, and we talked a bit of their albums. He brought up that they released a song from their upcoming album and played it. Said he didn't much like it. I agree wholeheartedly. It didn't sound like them. We got talking about our favorite bands, and how both of ours are Christian. I tried to convince him he heard Red before and he said they weren't bad, but to no avail. He brought up another song on his phone and said it was from his favorite band. It sounded so familiar. August Burns Red. Yeah, I know them. He does realize I've been talking music with Kevin long before I did with him, right? Guess not.

He clocked me out again, only guessing a couple times before he got my number. I still had to type in my password, because he doesn't know the trick to get around it. I tried telling him. I've taken to typing in my code to the security system before he's out the door, and he still momentarily panics, but not like the first time. I mentioned I was afraid my car wouldn't start again, and while he can't help me, he said he'd stay a bit longer with me. I helped him with the garbage, hiked out to where I parked, and after a little hesitation, Zippity started right up. I threw Nate a thumb's up. No idea if he saw.

Despite not waking up until one, I didn't get a whole lot of sleep Wednesday morning. Tuesday night? I dunno. When I went to leave, though, my mom told me I was taking the Focus. Uh. Okay then.

I can't brake with that car. It's either perpetually gliding or I unintentionally slam on the breaks in a nigh abrupt stop. I can't help it. I had t listen to the radio, too. I couldn't find anything I liked. On my way back home, I found a station that played a song from Meteora, but then it was just Metallica. I didn't even feel like changing it at that point.

We had speeches in my speech class - no way! Who'd'a thunk? - that revolved around positive thinking. Unlike some of my classmates, I didn't forget about the mini-speech, but I ended up not caring about preparing. When I stood up in front of the class, I had no problem talking, but I still have no idea what I spoke over. I know I brought up the "No Regerts" tattoo, because I was pretty much the only person that got the class to laugh because of it. I'm actually enjoying this class a lot. For my final speech, I'm talking about rabbits. It's happening.

So I hate my chemistry class, love my sociology class, enjoy my speech class, and find the coding class is downright boring. And my composition teacher? She's alright. Though I'm still afraid to see how hard she grades.

It pretty much took me two minutes to do the homework for the coding class. I asked the professor if it was scary easy or if I was doing it wrong. He assured me it was scary easy ... and that it wasn't due until next week. Oh.

I was so bored throughout the class. I barely paid attention half the time. I tried at first, but it was just so basic I wanted to cry. The professor told me that I'd have no problem with this class if I've been coding for five years. I suppose I'll work on the X-Men chat role play game. Even though the basics of the site is already more advanced than this entire class will ever be. Joy. I wonder if he can help me with my site should we have any free time.... Huh. I'll ask him before class next week.

Nate had told me he'd bring in his General Chemistry II shit for me Tuesday night, so I could pick it up Wednesday after class, but I texted him too late and he forgot. He's been telling me horror stories of this professor. I knew he hated her within reason when I signed up for the class, but she was the only professor of the two that fit in my schedule. As we've been talking, I can already see most of it in her and the way she runs her class. I want to cry. I really hope I don't need Nate's labs, but I need a good grade. Thing is ... he failed her class.

I dunno.

Last night, though, it took a lot of work and self manipulation to start working on the lab. Then, once I started, it took a lot of concentration and nonexistent self-descipline to finish it. I strongly didn't want to go to bed, wake up, and go to lab. I managed to get everything done by one - still not touching Roiluff after not touching him all week - and barely pulled myself out of bed. I got my Milan back, at least.

Traffic was horrible this morning. The raods weren't bad, especially the expressway, but people were acting like the roads were an absolute terror with twenty cars on the side of the road every mile. I didn't see one. But no one would move. I was so fraid I wouldn't make it to lab in time. Just because I already abhor it doesn't mean I can't take it out of fear for my future.

Thankfully, lab wasn't too bad. My lab partner and I screwed up, which will hurt my grade immensely, I expect. Especially if Nate's even close to right.