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:: 2007 24 November :: 8.48pm

Liveblogging November 2007
Katti is drunk. It is hilarious.

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:: 2007 23 November :: 9.12pm

I've been working so much lately. Yesterday was horrible at work. "Black Friday" makes me want to kill someone, or a lot of people.

But, I did get some humor out of it all. I was doing a Western Union Transfer for a lady, and one of the other people at the desk asked for my help and the lady was like, "No, you need to do this for me now, I'm in a hurry."

So I said, "Okay" and went as slow as I possibly could. I am normally very fast at typing and processing the transfer, but I made sure to look over everything a few times before I sent it. Then, when I gave her the receipt, she ripped it out of my hands and tromped away.

I hate my job.

And people at the desk are dropping like flies. One guy went to the pharmacy two weeks ago, and another girl found a new job. She said she'd come in for her last few shifts (Thursday through this Sunday), but she hasn't shown up yet. This is not the season where you don't show up to work.

Ah, well, the semester is almost over, only two more weeks and then exam week.

Rueben and I are moving into another apartment on the fifteen of December because the people we're with right now are giant assholes. But, Jessie is coming to Central and we'll all live together in our four bedroom town house happily ever after. Yes.

I have to write and give an after dinner speech on Wednesday. I have nothing. I guess I'll just wait for the last minute, like always.

Time to start packing...again.

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:: 2007 20 November :: 10.12am

I gave myself the morning off from classes. It felt so good to SLEEP. They gave me thirty hours this week, and next week. I don't know how I'm going to be handling that, but I guess I'll find out.

Papers to write, but I have four hours now, so that shouldn't be a problem. I need to take some time off more often.

:: 2007 19 November :: 9.25am

It's Monday morning and I've had a very long weekend. I worked last night until eleven, went home, and wrote a paper for this morning. I didn't write the other paper that I needed to, but I'm sure she said something about we can wait until Wednesday to do it. I hope, at least.

I'm working thirty hours this week. Although I don't have school on Thursday or Friday, it's still going to be hell. I'm going home on Thursday so Rueben and I can go to his family's Thanksgiving. Then we're driving back up the same day so I can work on Black Friday. Ugh.

Now, off to Communication Theory, which strangely, I've come to enjoy.

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:: 2007 18 November :: 10.11pm

You don't have to read this.
I am uber-depressed. This shit sucks, bitches.

I am still having serious trouble readjusting. I am not going to class, slacking off when I actually am in class, not writing papers until late or not at all...it's like work is the only thing I am doing. And I latch onto that to get me through the day.

It's like after four months of vacation, I can't do anything but be very lazy. It's a good thing I'm not the only one feeling like this or I'd think I was crazy.

I can totally see how that girl who went to France a few years ago dropped out of school and wasn't able to make it through. I just feel like I can't do this. And this is a thousand times easier than being in France.

It's like I can't do life anymore. This is so frustrating.

I went to help with the study abroad orientation and the coordinator of the program asked if any of us were having or had trouble with reverse culture shock. We said yeah and then she asked how bad it was. I said it was just as bad as adjusting to France but it's not. It's much, much worse. I've been home for longer than I was gone and I'm still having trouble. No one cares about my pictures, my stories, I have to work, pay bills, write papers, go to class, be in Michigan, talk to people on a consistent basis.

Oh, and the cat we were going to get died the weekend before we were going to get him.

The end.

:: 2007 12 November :: 6.52pm

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:: 2007 9 November :: 5.12pm

We are getting another cat. This girl in my science class has a dairy farm, or her parents do, and they have this indoor cat wandering around getting into trouble. It fell in a bucket of milk already.

He is fixed but still has claws (so does The Baron so it's okay). He will be joining our household on Monday so I am thinking of names.

I want him to have a title like our Baron von Richthofen so I've been going through the presidents.

None of these names can be stolen or your soul is mine etc etc.:
Mewtherford B Hayes (I woke up with this name in my head. I don't know why. It's my favorite by far.)

Mewman Capote or Truman Clawpote or Trumew Capote (He is black and white so it'd fit with Truman Capote's Black and White Ball.)

Mewlysses S Grant (Hannah says I cannot name our cat after this drunk, useless president but the name is too awesome. I promised not to do it unless the cat has a swagger. And even then, only barely. She says Mewtherford B Hayes is better since he fixed all of Mewlysses' mistakes.)

Charles G Paws (While not a president, Charles G Dawes is Hannah's favorite Vice-President so he still has a title. Also, Dawes died in the city I was born in so it's like we're connected already. Also, he looks like Houdini. Seriously. So that makes him ten times awesome.)

Jean-Luc Pawcard (Title: Captain, of course.)

Meowssolini (Title: Dictator)

William Henry Harrison (My favorite president. I think his name can stay as it is.)

Walter Clawncrite (Title: Mr. Awesome)

These I don't have titles for, they're just cat names I have lying around:

Atticus Finch

Rufus

Billy Pilgrim (Billy Pawgrim?)

I'm really leaning toward Mewtherford B Hayes. Nick probably won't like it but he doesn't like The Baron's name either.

I love you all.

P.S. Urgent message from The Baron: "3
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:: 2007 8 November :: 9.59am

I'm wishing my life was a Jane Austen novel again. That would be great.

:: 2007 7 November :: 4.46pm

The soup turned out okay, I guess. It didn't really taste like anything at all. Well, no. It tasted like a bunch of things but none of them were particularily good or delicious.

It was a decent first try. Especially since I had no idea what I was doing. At all. And I just threw things together.

I think my dad misses me a lot. He said that there are cooking lessons at D&W we can do together and we can go to one of those places where you make a week's worth of meals. His excuse was that Nick mentioned I don't cook but I really know that he misses me a bunch.

In other news, GHIII is awesome. Nick and I did career co-op and it was a bunch of fun.

:: 2007 7 November :: 2.09pm

I can't stop popping my ears and it's driving me crazy.

I just finished baking brownies, and I will be enjoying them in a little while.

I have to work tonight from six to eleven. Pooh.

Wednesday nights are usually fairly slow.

UGH!

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:: 2007 6 November :: 6.25pm

I am experimentally cooking soup with beans. This experimental cooking did not go well last time but we will see.

And you shall know the result.

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:: 2007 3 November :: 8.45pm

NaNoWriMo is sucking so far. I haven't written a thing. It's my fault too but it still sucks.

I am lame teh end.

:: 2007 1 November :: 2.37pm

I got pulled over because Nick's tags are expired and then I didn't have my license.

The guy was nice and let me go.

P.S. My speech went well.