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:: The Headache Diaries (Retired) ::

:: 9.30.2004 ::

New Agendas Might Finally Make Things Interesting

At school once again, and this time it is not because I am too lazy to go home just yet, but because my phone company MET TEL decided to impose a fee on its customers who have dial up. This company tried to charge me much money after I used up my supposed "free" minutes per month (totalling 4000). The fee is 1.5 cents PER MINUTE and my bill came out to $175. I have to follow up on that because they did not call me back as they said they would. So I have to use the school's internet to type long things such as my blog entries because in a matter of 10 days i practically used up all my minutes. My future phone company will be Cucumber Communications. Yeah yeah, I know it has a stupid name, but it doesnt have a stupid policy - yet.

But I don't want to switch until after Monday, even though they said switching usually takes 3 - 5 days, it could take 15. Therefore, I don't want my lines to be messed up until I have completed my PAPERWORK FOR THAT JOB!!! YES IT IS TRUE! I have finally been called back to fill out the papers on Monday (October 4) to start my job, which I will explain later (unless I already have??). In any case, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. I can sign up for my platinum credit card ($100,000 credit line!) and FINALLY get a loan to buy that car I so desperatly want again. I can also be relieved about the school debts because I can work and have money to finally pay them all by myself without worry. AND without compromising on other things (like the car and saving up to move to AZ). BUT WE WILL SEE BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS GOD WILLING.

The other thing I can say before I go make copies of the constitution (and think about Alexander Hamilton, my new boyfriend, kiss kiss) is that I have finally made my way to the Hospital and met with the volunteer services coordinater. I have signed up for their class for CNAs and have contacted the head of psychiatric department to ask what i may do for him. OOOOoooHhhh, exciting! Why have I decided to go forth? Well, it turns out that all the classes I am taking this semester are unessecary and that I have all the core credits i need for this degree Im persuing. This means NO ECONOMICS (YESSS!!!!) but that I had the option of dropping all my classes. I decided against that because I need residency credits (because I have so many transfer credits they require a certain amount be taken at this school) and that dropping all my classes would mean I would have to readmit, a process i had just completed and do not want to do again. It also means that I would have no registration appointment and would have to register last again, getting all the worst time slots and no good classes. I registered for the fall not knowing that i didnt need any of these classes because they were too busy to evaluate me. Well, I took a chance but I think this way was best. So I dropped my Geology class as well and that freed up three days a week. Those three days I can use to gain experience at the hospital, so it all works out anyway! Yay.

Now that I have dilly dallied (sp?) enough time away, I should get going and copy my documents to use up that stupid copy card. I want a new one!

Toodles!

:: Jane Dee 10:27:00 AM [+] ::
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I HATE YOU ALL

TODAY WAS ANOTHER DAY WHERE I JUST WANT TO STAB SOMEONE IN THE EYE. I ALSO FEEL LIKE WRITING IN CAPS BECAUSE IT SUPPOSEDLY EMULATES ME SHOUTING AT YOU THE READER WITHOUT ME ACTUALLY SHOUTING.

OF COURSE DAYS LIKE THESE START OUT BAD - I WAKE UP LATE, CANT FIND MY KEYS (AND STILL HAVEN'T) AND OF COURSE I AM WEARING A SKIRT AND HEELS... PERFECT TO SET ME UP FOR SOMETHING HORRIBLE. I GET TO SCHOOL LATE, BUT WE WEREN'T BEING TAUGHT BY OUR REAL TEACHER. INSTEAD IT WAS THE POST GRAD BUMBLEFUCK WHO TEACHES AS IF WE ARE IN HIGH SCHOOL. I HAVE TO SIT ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK AND THAT BEING, I DON'T HEAR A DAMN THING. I ALSO LOVE HOW OUT TWO PROFESSORS EACH GIVE US THEIR OWN VERSION OF THE CLASS THUS LEAVING US (THE STUDENTS) WITH A WISHY WASHY SYLLABUS (TO WHICH WE NEVER RECIEVED).

IM ON THE COMPUTER IN THE MAC LAB (OF ALL MACHINES) BECAUSE THEY ARE THE ONES THAT HAVE EXCEL. NO, I DON'T KNOW WHY THE PC'S DONT HAVE EXCEL. AND EVERY TIME I LOOK AT THE PRINT PREVIEW, THE PROGRAM MAKES SOME ERROR AND SHUTS DOWN, THUS TRASHING MY WORK. SO I WIND UP DOING THE SAME CHART 500 TIMES, WHICH MAKES ME LATE LEAVING FOR MY MEETING WITH SOMEONE WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS AHEM. I FIGURE SINCE I HAD ALWAYS GIVEN HIM THE CURTESY OF WAITING FOR HIS ASS BECAUSE HE IS ALWAYS LATE, HE WOULDN'T MIND WAITING FOR MINE...

I DECIDED TO GO TO THE 135TH STREET STOP SO I WOULDNT HAVE TO WALK AS MUCH. NATURALLY, I STEP IN CHARCOAL BRIQUETS CERTAINLY LEFT BY SOME VOODOO PRIESTESS HEXING SOMEONE THE NIGHT BEFORE IN THE PARK. SO NOW MY FOOT IS SOOTY AND CHARCOAL PIECES ARE IN MY SHOE... I RUN DOWN TO THE TRAIN ANYWAY AND I CATCH THE C TO 125TH STREET. AT 125TH, AS IM HURRYING TO TRANSFER TRAINS TO GO DOWNTOWN, MY MP3 PLAYER COMES LOOSE AND SKIDS ACROSS THE PLATFORM AND ON TO THE !@#$%^$#@! TRACKS UNDER THE !@#$% TRAIN.... HERE IS WHERE I HAVE TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH.

I RUN UPSTAIRS TO TELL THEM TO GET MY WALKMAN. SHE TELLS ME THAT IT WILL TAKE HALF AN HOUR (WHY I DONT KNOW, BUT I ASSUME IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT THEY WORK FOR THE CITY). HALF AN HOUR PASSES AND I GO UPSTAIRS AND SHE SAYS SHE DOESNT KNOW. OKAY, I CAN LIVE WITH THAT BECAUSE THEY NEVER KNOW ANYTHING. AN HOUR PASSES AND I SEE A CUSTODIAN WITH A BROOM AND SCOOPER... I ALMOST BEG HER TO GIVE ME HER BROOM BUT SHE REFUSES AND SOON AFTER I AM YELLING AT THE CLERK ABOUT WHERE THIS IDIOT WITH THE STICK IS. SHE THEN TELLS ME THAT DISPATCH JUST SENT THE MESSAGE... AND THAT THEY DONT KNOW (AGAIN) WHEN THEY WILL BE HERE. LOVELY. MIND YOU I AM STANDING AT 125TH STREET FOR ALMOST TWO HOURS WAITING FOR THE ASSHOLE WITH THE STICK. OF COURSE IF I WERE NOT DRESSED UP, I WOULD HAVE JUMPED DOWN AND GOT IT MYSELF. BUT NO. I HAVE TO BE WEARING WHITE. AND A SKIRT. NOT TO MENTION MY LUNCHES TO WHICH I HAD SO PAINSTAKINGLY MADE THIS MORNING IN MY RUSH.

AFTER CRYING FOR ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF THE STICKMAN COMES AND FETCHES MY PLAYER. NOT A MOMENT TOO SOON BECAUSE THE NEXT TRAIN WAS PROBABLY GOING TO BE THE LAST ONE FOR A WHILE SINCE SOMEONE AT 161 HAD A "MEDICAL ISSUE." HOW EMBARASSING. RASTAS ARE ASKING ME WHAT IS THE MATTER AND I TRY NOT TO SNAP AT THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST BEING CONCERNED. FINALLY IM ON THE DAMN TRAIN GOING DOWNTOWN...

MY FEET ARE KILLING ME AND YET I STILL HAVE HOPE THAT MY SUPPOSED FRIEND IS STILL WAITING FOR ME. HA HA. WHO AM I KIDDING. LIKE SOMEONE WOULD BE SO KIND. WELL, AFTER WALKING AROUND AND BREAKING MY FEET EVEN MORE, I DECIDE TO GO HOME BECAUSE NO ONE CARES ANYWAY AND I AM JUST ABOUT GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.

AT HOME IS NO RELAXING OASIS. THEY ARE FIXING THE STUPID STREET SO EVERYONE IS BLARING THEIR HORNS AND YELLING... DOGS ARE HOWLING AND I AM JUST ABOUT TO PASS OUT. I DONT EVEN EAT THE SOUP I MADE. COBY LIKED IT THOUGH.

NOW IF ANYONE HAS A PROBLEM, GOOD! I HOPE SOMEONE OUT THERE SUFFERS LIKE I DO.

:: Jane Dee 3:19:00 PM [+] ::
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In other news

The semester is starting to "heat up" and I may have to start a reading schedule to fit all this bloody reading in. My US Society class has one of the most boring books I have ever read. It is proving to be difficult. I fell asleep on it twice. Well, at least I got to chapter 4. I have that chapter and 5 and 6, perhaps 7, to read. UGH! I also have to reas the Odessey again and it is not as exciting as The Iliad. The only good part is when the cyclops or whoever eats all of Odysseus' men with milk and wine and then throws them up... yum! HAHA! In any case, I have to write a paper about TELEMAKHOUS (his son)... I would much rather write about Penelope or Athena. Telemakhous is a wimp.

I am also one step closer (perhaps the last step) to getting that job I have been squaking about for months. I went in to take the drug test they require and the technician said "Good Luck" when I was finished. Haw haw! So now, if I do NOT get the job, I know I was being lied to this whole time and there was no job in the first place. We'll see.

One of my goldfish looks sick. There are no outward symptoms but he is swimming weird. I will monitor him I suppose.

And now, I have another metrocard dilemma... I accidently washed my metrocard whilst doing the laundry. I guess I will find out tomorrow if Tide takes a toll on the magnetic strip. I don't see why it should but...

Oh Boy! Now I get to finish my GEOLOGY LAB REPORT (sarcast-omometer reading is extremely high!!!!!)

:: Jane Dee 6:00:00 PM [+] ::
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Beetcho Bites

Throughout my life, I was never one to get many mosquito bites. One time in second grade or so, I woke up to find bites all over my face. The adults at my school thought I had chicken pox and I had to correct them. This year is a different story. Each time it becomes very humid, I awake before dawn to find myself in pain and scratching my skin. Sure enough, I was being attacked by a mosquito. My sister and I go to Mexico City and one time, the place we usually stay had noisy mosqutoes buzzing in our ears as we tried to sleep. When she woke up, she was bitten by some and we cursed them out calling them beetchos (like "Bitch") and thus beetcho bites. My mother speaks spanish and said that beetcho (not sure of spelling) means pest or bug and I guess that would be proper in any case. This morning I woke up to find myself scratching my leg in pain and realized it was a mosquito nearby. One time I was attacked I ignored it because I was half asleep. Only until it bit my face about three times did I wake up and conclude mosquito. I learned from that and this time woke up immediately to retaliate. I know how these bugs work and fortunately for me, they don't fly very far. Most of the time, they are right above me on the wall and I get them in one swift blow. Other times, they fly further so I wait and then they return to the feeding spot (my bed) and I can get them. One time, I was attacked twice. The first time I tried to retaliate, the bitch hid somewhere and I figured the sun was coming up so she would go to sleep. Nope. She bit me again and again and I wound up chasing her all over my room. Finally, after about 40 minutes of chasing, I left my door open and turned on the lights in my room and not in the hall in hopes to lure her into the darker area, where I could close the door after and she can leave me alone. I think it worked because I was not bitten again. Either that or she did go to sleep. Anyway, this morning I was annoyed at the memory of that battle and after 10 minutes of searching the walls and ceiling, I went back to my bed and saw her on the wall. I drew my weapon (a t-shirt) and vowed to smite her with a swift, hard blow, unlike that previous battle where my blows were too slow, letting her get away. I drew back my weapon and saw the blood on my shirt and wall. Victory! I had to wash the shirt and I went back to sleep.

The only odd thing about killing mosquitoes that had bitten you is that the bloodshed is your own... so whose victory is it anyway?

:: Jane Dee 5:18:00 PM [+] ::
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Bored and Bloated

So hey Im in the computer lab and I am waiting for my lab to start. My first week of classes has been, for the most part, boring.

I had to drop my economics class because I couldn't see myself listening to the prof, who by the way, was about 99 years old, pompous and eager to hear himself speak on all issues but economics, for the next 15 weeks. That is the problem with real school; the semesters are longer than the 12-6 semesters at KCC. So I learned from history: if you don't feel right, don't go through. Im not about to stress myself out on a class I always wanted to avoid my whole life, a level 100 class, or during a time whne I am getting adjusted to my new life which will include work. I will take it in the summer when the semester s nice and short. Either that, or I forgo eco all together and actually take political science (ARGH!). We'll see.

So right now I am a part time student, which is okay by me. My bill is smaller now and that is just fine also. I go to school 6 days a week (again). I think it was best. I get used to getting up everyday and I get aquainted with the school faster. The commute is not as bothersome as it once was. Maybe its because at that time, I was so used to having a car. Now that I have no car, Im used to the trains and busses once again.

Which reminds me. I buy an unlimited metrocard (weekly) and I cut a hole in it (where that little hole is) so I could put it on my necklace where I hang my ID for school. Well, it works fine on the train, but that little hole is needed to grab the card thru the reader on the bus! It's not so bad since I don't frequent the bus, but It does make it a little less useful. I now have to either fix it somehow or wait until next week to ride the bus (which I ride to buy food and cat litter or whatever). So just heed this warning: DO NOT TAMPER WITH THAT HOLE IF YOU RIDE THE BUS. I guess I will have to experiment with old cards on where the strategic placement for holes is. That or I get one of those plastic card holder things, which I hate.

Okay, what else? Well, interestingly enough, there is a guy in my humanities class that was originally in my mechanics class when I first started City in 2001. He says he is graduating this semester. Lucky! I guess I have a way to go first. Im sure I can do it this time around.

On my classes: Not much to say! For the first time, I think my quasi-history class is the best class. At least the prof is a good speaker. My humanities class is next, but that may be because it's just reading and writing. I have so much commute time, I can get a lot done on the train for that class. The other class is earth science. Im disappointed I couldnt register for that cute geologist guy I had before. I couldn't find his section. I guess he isn't teaching this semester. Anyway, I have this other guy who I suppose is smart, but he is a real scatter brain... plus he isnt the most exciting guy in the world. I like geology and this is not going to be fun. I wish I was learning it with that other guy (hee hee).

This semester is going to be boring. Like right now I have two hours and nothing to read. I guess I can look over my EAS (earth sci) notes...

Im also waiting (and waiting) still for that stupid job. I don't hear my phone ringng. HELLO! Call me already!

In the meantime, I guess I can take advantage of my "free time" by calling up the contacts that I had found to help me volunteer at Coney Island Hospital. You know, at least at CIH, they train you for free to be a counselor of some sort. What an opportunity. I think I would definately request that along with other things. Also, Coler-Goldwater, a huge nursing home on Roosevelt Island that I wanted to work for, does the same thing. Im sure CIH would be more comprehensive, but it wouldnn't hurt to volunteer there as well. The more contact/references the better. Bellevue also does something like that, but they have a formal internship program I would rather try for. This internship is supposedly well known in the medcal community. The key, I suppose, is maximum exposure. I hope Im not mistaken.

As for the bloating, I don't know. My feet were so swollen ( I suppose... I couldn't really tell) that I had to loosen my shoelaces. How crazy is that? I've never had swollen feet. Well, at least its not a whole body swelling... last year, I would swell up so much, I could feel my skin tightening. I also couldn't take a deep breath because it hurt my innards. Talk about puffed up! I guess this is my three pounds I was wondering about (3lbs is less than a half of a gallon which is about 4 lbs). Well if it doesn't go away within a few days, I have officially gained weight. Interesting.

Okay, I guess I should head back to the Science building. They have a thing called CCAP and its supposed to help you out in class. Im sure they are no more organized than the prof, which is pretty sloppy.

:: Jane Dee 10:14:00 AM [+] ::
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