This came as a total surprise… really! August 31, 2007

It came in yesterday’s mail. I didn’t know there was even an honor roll for the summer semester, seeings that it’s only 8 weeks long, and I only took 6 hours (that actually counted toward this. And wouldn’t you know, the one class that didn’t count I got an “A” in?). All in all, my GPA didn’t change. It’s still 3.25. My goal for the current semester is to better that.

Now that I know I have the stuff to make the honor roll, it’s not the time to slack off. So until December, I will be fussing over my homework, my tests, and all the other stuff that makes my academic achievements possible.

You have been warned… LOL

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I finally got a hold of Jeff’s camera, but it took a lot of frustration and a forgetful 23 year old son to get it. I was able to take it to Photography class yesterday. There’s no film in it yet; that’s something I have to get once I get more money, along with a bunch of other stuff. Photography is not a cheap hobby, but I enjoy it, and I hope to learn more about it as the semester progresses. I did take a class in my senior year of high school that I really enjoyed, so I hope this one (some 26 years later) is the same positive experience. I think it will be, because the instructor is very knowledgeable, and my fellow students are a varied lot. It will be interesting, to say the least.

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Now that it’s the official end of summer in the USA, I’m looking forward to cooler weather and getting Babydoll looked at. If I have to go thru with cabs and buses what I’ve been thru in the last week, I think I may go nuts. I don’t do frustration well anymore.

Who am I kidding…. I’ve NEVER done frustration well. But I have ways to cope with it better now. It never does anyone any good to get mad about anything they can’t change.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

Stef’s Horrorscope: the “I’m glad it’s B week” edition August 30, 2007

Aquarius (1/20-2/1

You might not be on the short list of the greatest humanitarians in the world, but you do all right for yourself! Do not get down in the dumps if you’ve been unable to cheer up a friend who’s been troubled, pitch in to help someone in need, or take extra time off from work to spend with a visiting relative. You’re doing the best you can to balance all the different elements of your life, so don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s not productive, and it’s not true.

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I have a date… with a blanket and a pillow… when I get home tonight.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

Bush to New Orleans: “We understand” August 29, 2007

Stef to Mr. Bush: No you don’t.

A major American city was devastated by a hurricane two years ago, and many parts of it still look like August 29, 2005. FEMA is a joke. “The Road Home” project is a joke. Insurance payments to people who lost a freakin’ lifetime of memories and mementos are a friggin joke!

How dare Bush stand in New Orleans and tell the people who are still there that he and his administration understand. If they REALLY understood, why isn’t there more progress? Why hasn’t the city bounced back the way other cities hit by hurricanes have? The whole Gulf region is still struggling, and Bush has the gall to say he understands? Easy for him to say, he doesn’t live there day in and day out.

So when’s he going to finally DO something for the Gulf Coast? The Katrina anniversary before he leaves office next year? Leave it for his successor?

Saon has described his city as a war zone, with people getting killed for no reason. It’s like the wild west, or survival of the fittest, or some damn thing. And now, I haven’t heard  from him in nearly a month or longer. He drives a cab, and cab drivers seem to be the ones getting killed.

I should probably try to call him tonight.

*end rant*

Katrina coverage via Yahoo.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

Is Friday yet? August 29, 2007

I’m so tired.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

P.I.T.A.* August 28, 2007

That’s what I’ve felt like the last couple of days.

All this crap with the cabs, and not having the money to either fix the car or get another one, and everything being late… and other things. That’s what’s got me down at the moment. I’m not having a great week so far. At least my homework is getting done. That’s one less thing I have to worry about.

And, I think I’ve royally ticked someone off. But if I have, I’m sure they would have told me by now. I’m going to keep my distance in any case. I haven’t been myself the last few days. The swing of things with school isn’t gelling as quickly as I had hoped.

I’d crawl under the bed and hide, if I had a (real ) bed. Believe it or not, it’s hard being Little Miss Sunshine. Why can’t I bitch and complain every once in a while? It’s okay for everyone else, but when I do it, it’s not acceptable? Believe me, my life isn’t as wonderful as I’d like it to be, I just do the best I can with what I have available.

Good thing that it’s “B” week and there’s no school on Friday. If I don’t have to be anywhere on Friday, I think I’ll sleep in. All the way til 7:45am. Wee.

I should be back to my usual chipper self soon. As soon as I can figure some things out, like how things are going to get paid.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

*pain in the ass.

Sorry for last night’s whiny post August 28, 2007

I was not a happy camper by the time I wrote that.

Much better this morning, though. I got to school on time.

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I was reading this story on Yahoo about moms who toilet train their babies from birth!? Something about reading the baby’s body language  so that the parents know when to take the little one to the bathroom.

I have this  to say about that: it’s not the babies who are being trained, it’s the parents. I daresay that parents who do this have waaay too much time on their hands.

Read the article and you be the judge. I just have an opinion.

Toilet trained from birth. Yeah, right.

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Well, so far this week, Alberto Gonzalez is resigning and Michael Vick admitted his guilt in his dog fighting scandal. And it’s only Tuesday.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

91 minutes… August 27, 2007

That’s how long I had to wait this evening for a cab to come get me from school.

I called as soon as I locked up the Language Lab shortly after 8pm… and 91 minutes and 5 phone calls later, a cab finally shows up. And, yes, I had to pay the full fare (my mom asked me this).

People who came for night classes at 8pm were leaving and I was still standing there in front of the Admin Building. I was getting really PO’ed by this time, and I had to do something to calm down. I called my mom.

Like there was anything she could do.

I made this mess, I had to wait it out. I can’t rely on people to bail me out of trouble (especially when I create it myself). There are times that I wish someone would unruffle my feathers for a change.  Maybe call me to see if I got home okay.

But no one ever does. Guess they all figure that I’m a big grrl and can take care of myself.

It’d be nice if someone would just take the time to see if I need anything, if I want to go do things that have nothing to do with school… just once in a great while.

Sometimes I wonder if I disappeared tomorrow, would anyone notice?

Maybe my landlord and my creditors would…

It’ll all be better in the morning, I hope.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

“For Sale: baby shoes. Never used.” August 27, 2007

Ernest Hemingway won a writing competition with that line. A six word short story. Kinda sad if you think about it.

So that gave my English Comp II prof the idea to assign that to our class for Wednesday. Write a six word short story. Not as easy as it sounds.

So far, all I’ve been able to come up with are these, and they aren’t mine:

“Welcome all to my disciplined breakdown.” (Collective Soul lyrics)

“We were hungry in Moscow, Soviet.” (the punchline to an old joke from a long dead comedian)

Still have to plug away at that. It’s due Wednesday. I’ll think of something.

I hope.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

Feelin’ stupid… August 27, 2007

about a lot of things, but mostly about math.

I thought I’d have remembered something about high school algebra, and I don’t. So I’m truly starting all over again. Sometimes, I feel like I’ll never get to the College Algebra class that will actually count on my GPA.

Other than that, things are just peachy.

Okay, I’m being a smart ass.

I’m hungry. Better find something to eat.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–

It’s a Poe story, so you know someone’s going to die, or has died, or will die… August 26, 2007

I had to read “The Cask of Amontillado” for my English Comp II class, and like all of Poe’s works, it was just weird. Of course, someone dies in it. I could tell you that before I ever read it.

I know, I’ve never heard of that particular one either.

“The Fall of the House of Usher” (No, not THAT Usher, silly), “The Tell Tale Heart”, and “The Purloined Letter” are some of my favorites by him. And, I found a cool Poe website, with a lot of his stories and poems on it.

Other than that and finally getting onto WebCT, my Sunday was pretty dull. For a change.

Meaning no robberies, fires or other dire circumstances befell me or my neighbors.

Better get to bed. School tomorrow.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–