An Almost Good Day
Apr. 9th, 2003 11:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteNot so bad, even if I missed my sleeping-in. I guess I make up for it Friday, since I won't go to school that day, given that my flight leaves Oakland at 4pm. I still have to pack and do laundry. Ugh.
But HEY! Despite Brenda being her usual bitchy self in choir, the clinic went well-- except my back hurt the entire time and I was THIRSTY as hell after the two hours-- in fact, I was willing to risk the evil Gilmore discovering me with a can of soda... but she didn't, so that's another plus. The clinician was really bouncy and sweet and everything-- a young Julie Andrews, I thought. All her advice was very helpful, and she was nice-- maybe too nice, since she didn't stop some of the obvious f-ck ups I heard-- and still hear-- frequently. *sigh*
We turned in all those worksheets we've been doing lately in Econ-- and thankfully, I'd gotten them all done. And, thanks to my (formerly Will's --thanks man!) DC SHOE sweater, Gilmore didn't even see my cherry coke at all. ^_^ My thirst was mostly quenched. Since it was B-schedule (though it didn't feel like it-- while Coke calms me down instead of making me hyper, it also makes me tired. Go figure) I went straight to 3rd period-- and forgot that we had that damned POW to turn in! I better get on that soon, now that I think about it. It's just an SFSU math exam too, so I can't type it up or anything. -.- And all my binder papers' edges are messed up. FEH!
Oh yeah-- lunch. I told Mrs. K I had to leave early again, but I really didn't HAVE to-- but part of me wanted to get out of there, since Jonathan Potter, for some reason, was the only one there. I just can't talk to him any more. I used to think he was one of the few juniors I could honestly tolerate, but he's pushing it. He's violent, anti-social, can't take a joke, and flirting with him (this was a long time ago!) is like talking to a brick wall. Even Sagara Sousuke isn't as dense and... GAH! He infuriates me! I saw him on the way to the bus stop this morning and he just sort of mugged me. Since he'd been somewhat rude to me yesterday, I didn't say Good Morning, even though I do usually. But when he's on the bus, it's better not to talk to him unless he's near me. So whatever. I think the only moment of congeniality between the two of us was when we were sharing answers for our work. Before, he just misinterpreted everything I said-- I'd wondered why he'd been going to school so early, as I didn't think Band had the same kind of clinics that choir did... but he was practicing those two hours too, and I asked him if that was all that he'd done. I didn't mean to imply that being in Band was easier than choir (blowing into an instrument is just as hard as using your built-in- instrument and running out of air/getting cottonmouth) but I was asking if ALL he did was REHEARSE the entire time, instead of taking a break, switching off with different instrument sections, etc. -.- BAAKA!
Lunch I dashed to the lunchline, and saw Rose after two weeks-- what a relief! She understands English, is nice to me, and remembers what I like! Turns out she'd been gone for so long because of surgery to her eye! There was something that looked like stitches right under her left eye. >_o owie... I grabbed myself a Tuna Sando and another Cherry Coke (I refuse to try those strange-colored smoothies that are 50% juice) and headed to journalism... haha, Eva forgot it was b-schedule again, and was walking down from the wing! Sean, Eva, and I stayed in there; I was working on my essay for English while Eva read my journal and Sean... @_o Sean was looking at journals too, I think.
I wasn't done by the time journalism started, so I was multitasking between the essay and my article. I didn't add any to my article, but I was looking at some hilarious political humor images from About.com (I'll have to post the link when I find it again) that totally made fun of Bush... like that one image (totally undoctored too!) where he's reading a book upside down next to a child! He really sets himself up... Gah, anyway, it was the Day of Silence, which everyone knows I could never participate in-- I'm too "vocal" (what a pun). Diesel wasn't talking at all (unlike some DoS "participants") and sort of snapped this note at us in the back working-- "I thought I was the first one to play music." He was not-so-subtlely hinting at the fact that, since most of the people in the back hated his brand of "music," we listened to something else. And the volume wasn't even that loud, either. And of course, when the class ended, he just BLASTED the volume-- it was even louder than the music from the dance studio! GAWD, he's becoming so annoying, hypocritical and such.
Once again, Thompson got horribly off topic in English. No Vocab Quiz-- that's tomorrow, but she did a lot of blabbering. She totally went off on Clifton too, for not having a book. But seriously, how hard is it to bring a dinky ass British Literature book to class everyday? Some people are so lazy. Chris Kelley, at least, has an excuse-- he lost his. But all the same, Thompson is a few lightbulbs short of a chandelier, and she's so damn GULLIBLE! Thankfully the class was only a half hour, but it seemed to drag on forever. Eva, unfortunately, will be at UCLA on my birthday, so that's one MORE person that won't be able to come to my dinner at Chevy's. *sigh* I could really use a pick-me-up on that end.
6th period was short, since I was rushing to finish my essay (thankfully Thompson forgot I hadn't done the essay at all, hadn't turned it in to get rewrites... I just ran to her class after I left 6th and gave it to her. She detained me for a bit -and since I'd already lost track of time typing in 6th, this was bad- but I managed to get out and get to the hospital before 3pm) and everything. So the hospital... here's where the ick begins. First off, it's the first time in many many years that I have to pay up front (even if it is a union co-pay plan with my mother) for my appointments. 15 stinking dollars! GEEZ! And I rarely see the doctors for more than five minutes! It was different this time, since my problems weren't so standard (ear infections, flu, and the like) but still...
Gah, and even though I didn't have to wait long, that wasn't necessarilly a good thing. First thing they make me do-- a urine test. EW!! EW! Major embarassment and uncomfortable-- at least while the nurse guy was talking to me. But I'm the do-it-and-get-it-over-with girl, so it was all said and done in a few minutes. But still, why that kind of thing for a back injury or something? They said something might be wrong with my kidneys. -.- JOY. Just what I need. As if I haven't inherited enough diseases and such from my family. I've got my mom's asthma and allergies, and the way things are looking, my dad's back! What next, my grandpa's bad heart? *frown* I finally saw Dr. Stafford after a while's wait-- some little kid ran into the back area and had doctors and his dad running around looking for him... I gained weight (101 now! YAY!) and read more in my Wicca book, which is turning out to be pretty interesting.
So Stafford asked me questions about my back, the swim test and everything... she tested my reflexes and asked what hurt more-- tapping or pressing on different parts of my spine. Tapping, to be sure-- and I say it here so you know not to batter-ram me in the back, because you might damage me permanently! So no DDR for me for a while... all in all, I got excused from my swim test, and I was told to sleep in different positions, use a hot blanket and/or towels to balance everything out, and take lots of Ibuprofen. Joy. It doesn't seem to make me tired though... haha, and I have one thing over my mom (and most other people) in that I can swallow pills and capsules now (years ago, I'd choke!) without water. Just put them on the back of my tongue and swallow. Ja-jaa! ^^
The final result is that I have to take some sort of steroid for my skin (itchy and dry) and all the above for my back strain and... whee, it has a fancy name: sceatica! If in two weeks, things aren't better, I have to take an MRI and X-rays and all that. -.- JOY!
After my appointment, I hopped on the bus to meet mom at the hotel-- and I got there by 4pm, 10 minutes before she would meet me. So I waited in the employee stairwell and watched everyone's reactions to seeing me as they came up. Some people didn't seem to notice, others looked at me funny-- some even said hi! People in pairs or groups talked to themselves and said hi also, though one grouo of ladies speaking Spanish saw me and said something I didn't understand and started laughing. ;_; I don't know how many of those people actually knew who I was (I always forget who my mom introduces me to anyway) or whether they said hi just to be hospitable. But no one asked me what I was doing in there. It was sort of amusing.
Mom came up a few minutes later, kinda surprised to see me right there, and we went out to the front entrance to catch a taxi, as the hill to Theresa's house is a monster. It only cost $5 and Theresa was home once we got there-- got right to work. Theresa is really nice, and reminds me of my mom's other friend, Nancy. She had Cokes and cookies out for me already! I got to work on her iMac, and I surprised myself by being so adept with it. There's a whole password encryption system in there with these things called 'keychains' and so there was multiple deletions and creations, writing stuff down and associating one thing with a passowrd. Earthlink was being a biznatch though, and kept disconnecting! The longest we stayed connected was when I was showing them the Bush parody posters, and they both got a laugh out of that. But afterwards, I started to get really tired, and I fell right asleep on the table! ^^;; Half an hour later, everything was said and done, and Theresa was SO grateful, even though I hadn't really done all that much. My mom, believe it or not, is pretty skilled herself, even though some of her knowledge of comps is a little jumbled, if not archaic. ^^;; Ah well...
We went out for dinner at this Italian place with not much selection-- and Theresa paid for our dinners! It was a pretty ritzy place, and my plate alone (this huge pasta bowl) as $9.50, so @_@ Mom and I were quite grateful. Then, when Mom goes to the bathroom, Theresa gives me some money-- Mom told me she'd snuck money into her bag before, even though Mom keeps insisting that she helps Theresa because she's a friend, and that's what friends are for (which is so true) ... Theresa would have none of this when I explained it to her, and even gave me another $20 to give to mom for the taxi ride home! I didn't count how much Thersa had given me-- I saw a $20, and so figured it was about $25. And who am I to complain for getting paid for knowing stuff? But she did treat us, pay for our taxi, and give me cookies and coke... ^^;; *guilt guilt* I counted it after we got home, and OH. MY. GOD. She'd said it was better paying me than paying some tech support person she didn't know, but I honestly don't think tech support would have charged her THIS much, even if it was a 1-900 number and she didn't understand anything!! BUT $80!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH. MY. GODDESS!!!! WOW. I didn't tell Mom though... ^^ In any case, that money'd burn a hole in my wallet, not to mention my purse and the concrete below it. So it's stored away safe until I forget about it. ^^
I'm kinda dizzy now... looking for Arcade Infinity directions (NOT in LA! It's in damned Rowland Heights!), rereading that great FMP fic (Part 1, anyway... I want more!) "Dinner and Dessert" and scheming when I have to wake up, given that I have to write a short list for choir, remember to get the Office 2K CDs from Koski again (Publisher is being stupid) and do POW 5A! >_< Damnit, I have to stop procrastinating! And there's that vocab quiz in English too, even though I almost always pass those. -.- Multiple choice and such. Watched up to episode 12 of FMP tonight... whee, I love it! I have to get writing that fic idea of mine for FMP, "Moving On, Moving In." ^_^ But there's so many other fics to write... but it's so CLEAR in my mind! Mustn't forget my ideas!! Oh, and there's FX tomorrow... have to get my SM Stars Videos, not to mention hop to Border's and get some stuff to read/do on the plane. =) Besides my Wicca book, anyhow.
OH, MINNA, LOOKIE! I finally got some of my artwork scanned, photoshopped, and uploaded! I think it looks pretty damn hot, especially in comparison to my original. Anyway, go check her out here: http://azurite.rosedreams.org/rita_bikini2.jpg. Tell me what you think, please! ~_~ I'm really proud of her, so please be nice...
Gah, I still have to schedule time for MidniteChallenge, KingsOfChaos, and NationStates. -.- This is why too many online "games" get frustrating. Between boards, fics, MLs, AIM... @_@;; It can make a girl very overwhelmed, you know? Otay, I better get back to my precious Sousuke-sama now... *dr00lage*
But HEY! Despite Brenda being her usual bitchy self in choir, the clinic went well-- except my back hurt the entire time and I was THIRSTY as hell after the two hours-- in fact, I was willing to risk the evil Gilmore discovering me with a can of soda... but she didn't, so that's another plus. The clinician was really bouncy and sweet and everything-- a young Julie Andrews, I thought. All her advice was very helpful, and she was nice-- maybe too nice, since she didn't stop some of the obvious f-ck ups I heard-- and still hear-- frequently. *sigh*
We turned in all those worksheets we've been doing lately in Econ-- and thankfully, I'd gotten them all done. And, thanks to my (formerly Will's --thanks man!) DC SHOE sweater, Gilmore didn't even see my cherry coke at all. ^_^ My thirst was mostly quenched. Since it was B-schedule (though it didn't feel like it-- while Coke calms me down instead of making me hyper, it also makes me tired. Go figure) I went straight to 3rd period-- and forgot that we had that damned POW to turn in! I better get on that soon, now that I think about it. It's just an SFSU math exam too, so I can't type it up or anything. -.- And all my binder papers' edges are messed up. FEH!
Oh yeah-- lunch. I told Mrs. K I had to leave early again, but I really didn't HAVE to-- but part of me wanted to get out of there, since Jonathan Potter, for some reason, was the only one there. I just can't talk to him any more. I used to think he was one of the few juniors I could honestly tolerate, but he's pushing it. He's violent, anti-social, can't take a joke, and flirting with him (this was a long time ago!) is like talking to a brick wall. Even Sagara Sousuke isn't as dense and... GAH! He infuriates me! I saw him on the way to the bus stop this morning and he just sort of mugged me. Since he'd been somewhat rude to me yesterday, I didn't say Good Morning, even though I do usually. But when he's on the bus, it's better not to talk to him unless he's near me. So whatever. I think the only moment of congeniality between the two of us was when we were sharing answers for our work. Before, he just misinterpreted everything I said-- I'd wondered why he'd been going to school so early, as I didn't think Band had the same kind of clinics that choir did... but he was practicing those two hours too, and I asked him if that was all that he'd done. I didn't mean to imply that being in Band was easier than choir (blowing into an instrument is just as hard as using your built-in- instrument and running out of air/getting cottonmouth) but I was asking if ALL he did was REHEARSE the entire time, instead of taking a break, switching off with different instrument sections, etc. -.- BAAKA!
Lunch I dashed to the lunchline, and saw Rose after two weeks-- what a relief! She understands English, is nice to me, and remembers what I like! Turns out she'd been gone for so long because of surgery to her eye! There was something that looked like stitches right under her left eye. >_o owie... I grabbed myself a Tuna Sando and another Cherry Coke (I refuse to try those strange-colored smoothies that are 50% juice) and headed to journalism... haha, Eva forgot it was b-schedule again, and was walking down from the wing! Sean, Eva, and I stayed in there; I was working on my essay for English while Eva read my journal and Sean... @_o Sean was looking at journals too, I think.
I wasn't done by the time journalism started, so I was multitasking between the essay and my article. I didn't add any to my article, but I was looking at some hilarious political humor images from About.com (I'll have to post the link when I find it again) that totally made fun of Bush... like that one image (totally undoctored too!) where he's reading a book upside down next to a child! He really sets himself up... Gah, anyway, it was the Day of Silence, which everyone knows I could never participate in-- I'm too "vocal" (what a pun). Diesel wasn't talking at all (unlike some DoS "participants") and sort of snapped this note at us in the back working-- "I thought I was the first one to play music." He was not-so-subtlely hinting at the fact that, since most of the people in the back hated his brand of "music," we listened to something else. And the volume wasn't even that loud, either. And of course, when the class ended, he just BLASTED the volume-- it was even louder than the music from the dance studio! GAWD, he's becoming so annoying, hypocritical and such.
Once again, Thompson got horribly off topic in English. No Vocab Quiz-- that's tomorrow, but she did a lot of blabbering. She totally went off on Clifton too, for not having a book. But seriously, how hard is it to bring a dinky ass British Literature book to class everyday? Some people are so lazy. Chris Kelley, at least, has an excuse-- he lost his. But all the same, Thompson is a few lightbulbs short of a chandelier, and she's so damn GULLIBLE! Thankfully the class was only a half hour, but it seemed to drag on forever. Eva, unfortunately, will be at UCLA on my birthday, so that's one MORE person that won't be able to come to my dinner at Chevy's. *sigh* I could really use a pick-me-up on that end.
6th period was short, since I was rushing to finish my essay (thankfully Thompson forgot I hadn't done the essay at all, hadn't turned it in to get rewrites... I just ran to her class after I left 6th and gave it to her. She detained me for a bit -and since I'd already lost track of time typing in 6th, this was bad- but I managed to get out and get to the hospital before 3pm) and everything. So the hospital... here's where the ick begins. First off, it's the first time in many many years that I have to pay up front (even if it is a union co-pay plan with my mother) for my appointments. 15 stinking dollars! GEEZ! And I rarely see the doctors for more than five minutes! It was different this time, since my problems weren't so standard (ear infections, flu, and the like) but still...
Gah, and even though I didn't have to wait long, that wasn't necessarilly a good thing. First thing they make me do-- a urine test. EW!! EW! Major embarassment and uncomfortable-- at least while the nurse guy was talking to me. But I'm the do-it-and-get-it-over-with girl, so it was all said and done in a few minutes. But still, why that kind of thing for a back injury or something? They said something might be wrong with my kidneys. -.- JOY. Just what I need. As if I haven't inherited enough diseases and such from my family. I've got my mom's asthma and allergies, and the way things are looking, my dad's back! What next, my grandpa's bad heart? *frown* I finally saw Dr. Stafford after a while's wait-- some little kid ran into the back area and had doctors and his dad running around looking for him... I gained weight (101 now! YAY!) and read more in my Wicca book, which is turning out to be pretty interesting.
So Stafford asked me questions about my back, the swim test and everything... she tested my reflexes and asked what hurt more-- tapping or pressing on different parts of my spine. Tapping, to be sure-- and I say it here so you know not to batter-ram me in the back, because you might damage me permanently! So no DDR for me for a while... all in all, I got excused from my swim test, and I was told to sleep in different positions, use a hot blanket and/or towels to balance everything out, and take lots of Ibuprofen. Joy. It doesn't seem to make me tired though... haha, and I have one thing over my mom (and most other people) in that I can swallow pills and capsules now (years ago, I'd choke!) without water. Just put them on the back of my tongue and swallow. Ja-jaa! ^^
The final result is that I have to take some sort of steroid for my skin (itchy and dry) and all the above for my back strain and... whee, it has a fancy name: sceatica! If in two weeks, things aren't better, I have to take an MRI and X-rays and all that. -.- JOY!
After my appointment, I hopped on the bus to meet mom at the hotel-- and I got there by 4pm, 10 minutes before she would meet me. So I waited in the employee stairwell and watched everyone's reactions to seeing me as they came up. Some people didn't seem to notice, others looked at me funny-- some even said hi! People in pairs or groups talked to themselves and said hi also, though one grouo of ladies speaking Spanish saw me and said something I didn't understand and started laughing. ;_; I don't know how many of those people actually knew who I was (I always forget who my mom introduces me to anyway) or whether they said hi just to be hospitable. But no one asked me what I was doing in there. It was sort of amusing.
Mom came up a few minutes later, kinda surprised to see me right there, and we went out to the front entrance to catch a taxi, as the hill to Theresa's house is a monster. It only cost $5 and Theresa was home once we got there-- got right to work. Theresa is really nice, and reminds me of my mom's other friend, Nancy. She had Cokes and cookies out for me already! I got to work on her iMac, and I surprised myself by being so adept with it. There's a whole password encryption system in there with these things called 'keychains' and so there was multiple deletions and creations, writing stuff down and associating one thing with a passowrd. Earthlink was being a biznatch though, and kept disconnecting! The longest we stayed connected was when I was showing them the Bush parody posters, and they both got a laugh out of that. But afterwards, I started to get really tired, and I fell right asleep on the table! ^^;; Half an hour later, everything was said and done, and Theresa was SO grateful, even though I hadn't really done all that much. My mom, believe it or not, is pretty skilled herself, even though some of her knowledge of comps is a little jumbled, if not archaic. ^^;; Ah well...
We went out for dinner at this Italian place with not much selection-- and Theresa paid for our dinners! It was a pretty ritzy place, and my plate alone (this huge pasta bowl) as $9.50, so @_@ Mom and I were quite grateful. Then, when Mom goes to the bathroom, Theresa gives me some money-- Mom told me she'd snuck money into her bag before, even though Mom keeps insisting that she helps Theresa because she's a friend, and that's what friends are for (which is so true) ... Theresa would have none of this when I explained it to her, and even gave me another $20 to give to mom for the taxi ride home! I didn't count how much Thersa had given me-- I saw a $20, and so figured it was about $25. And who am I to complain for getting paid for knowing stuff? But she did treat us, pay for our taxi, and give me cookies and coke... ^^;; *guilt guilt* I counted it after we got home, and OH. MY. GOD. She'd said it was better paying me than paying some tech support person she didn't know, but I honestly don't think tech support would have charged her THIS much, even if it was a 1-900 number and she didn't understand anything!! BUT $80!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH. MY. GODDESS!!!! WOW. I didn't tell Mom though... ^^ In any case, that money'd burn a hole in my wallet, not to mention my purse and the concrete below it. So it's stored away safe until I forget about it. ^^
I'm kinda dizzy now... looking for Arcade Infinity directions (NOT in LA! It's in damned Rowland Heights!), rereading that great FMP fic (Part 1, anyway... I want more!) "Dinner and Dessert" and scheming when I have to wake up, given that I have to write a short list for choir, remember to get the Office 2K CDs from Koski again (Publisher is being stupid) and do POW 5A! >_< Damnit, I have to stop procrastinating! And there's that vocab quiz in English too, even though I almost always pass those. -.- Multiple choice and such. Watched up to episode 12 of FMP tonight... whee, I love it! I have to get writing that fic idea of mine for FMP, "Moving On, Moving In." ^_^ But there's so many other fics to write... but it's so CLEAR in my mind! Mustn't forget my ideas!! Oh, and there's FX tomorrow... have to get my SM Stars Videos, not to mention hop to Border's and get some stuff to read/do on the plane. =) Besides my Wicca book, anyhow.
OH, MINNA, LOOKIE! I finally got some of my artwork scanned, photoshopped, and uploaded! I think it looks pretty damn hot, especially in comparison to my original. Anyway, go check her out here: http://azurite.rosedreams.org/rita_bikini2.jpg. Tell me what you think, please! ~_~ I'm really proud of her, so please be nice...
Gah, I still have to schedule time for MidniteChallenge, KingsOfChaos, and NationStates. -.- This is why too many online "games" get frustrating. Between boards, fics, MLs, AIM... @_@;; It can make a girl very overwhelmed, you know? Otay, I better get back to my precious Sousuke-sama now... *dr00lage*
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