Ah, Thursday, don't tell Friday I said this, but you're my favorite.
I've had a relatively productive day and I think I'm starting to feel the scholastic jumpstart I've been waiting for. Going to get petitions signed tomorrow, take a computer literacy test, sign up for the GRE and begin to pull up the grad school applications I plan on sending out. Then of course there are those four papers I have due and that presentation...um, but not TONIGHT!
Bonuses of the day:
1. Saw Corrine as a woman-sized hedgehog. I believe the character's name is Hedgy or something of that nature. It was hilarious. I didn't disturb her, though. I felt I should leave her in her natural habitat of squealing children...that and I haven't quite outgrown my childhood aversion to (wo)men in suits. Blame it on Santa Claus. From my discernable eye, though, I'd have to give her an A+ on mascot conduct. Are they called mascots? whatever.
2. Destroyed my women's psychology test. Finished almost 250 multiple choice questions in about thirty minutes. So, if my at-home essays are decent then I should be good. I plan on abusing that class by doing extra credit thus making the required grade on my project negligable...sheesh, the venom of senioritis is shameful.
3.Got some hair cutting shears and some hair goop for my mom. Next Tuesday, I think we're watching movies, eating food in the style of Fiji?, and maybe trying out some do it yourself hair trimming...something is bound to go wrong.
4.Don't have anything due tomorrow and I plan on sitting on the couch with a book and some dinner while I just chill out.
Damn, I'm almost giddy!
Stolen from stevesbluegirl:
'Go to google.com and type "(your name) needs" Then pick the 5 funniest ones there. (If your name is James, you would put this in to the search engine: "James needs"... you get the idea.)'
1. Friends of Ferals Cat: Autumn Needs Adoption
2.Autumn needs no muse.
3.Autumn needs some slow conditioning work since she's been in the pasture for a while.
4.Autumn needs to come defend herself and whoop some butt. Remember the good ol' days
when all you needed for romance was a van and some chloroform? ...
5.This Autumn needs a wake up. *. I would find extreme heat very interesting right now
That was incredibly amusing for the short amount of time it actually took. Now, however, I must attend to schoolwork.
Viking test. Studied last night...if by studying you mean watched two movies and witnessed the removal of a cat's ear mites. gross
So, by the graces of Odin, I'd like to do well on this test.
Okay, must do some last minute studying.
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Yes, that was me on the phone, but no I wasn't drinking Night Train. I was drinking, though. I witnessed the overwhelming violence of not just wrestling, but wrestling AND Ultimate Fighting being shown at the same time. The occasions that I actually feel like a girl are rare. Last night, however, the girl inside of me couldn't help but wince and mayhaps even whimper at the sight of crumpled up fighters taking relentless brain numbing blows and suffering what is sure to be some sort of serious head trauma. Faced with the horrendous violence of UFC, wrestling's bra and panty match, as degrading as it is, was a welcome relief.
JoshCox kind of summed it up in the first thirty minutes: "From the age of 8 or 9, guys just want two things...fighting and titties.
On that note, I probably could have, or even should have, left within the first hour, but then alcohol entered the picture and before I knew it the time was five in the morning and I was practically drooling on myself I was so sleepy. Even in that dazed, or maybe I should say especially in that dazed condition, I realized that driving was not a good idea. I tried to mind my own business...take a quilt and nap, but eventually I wasn't even allowed that small concession. I'm pretty sure I slept-drove home and collapsed into bed...but couldn't stay long, knew I had too much to do today.
that and I wanted a shower really bad.
And so now here I am with a couple hours of sleep and one really bruised hand.
Hope you calf spasms all day long, Ryan...mofo.
Have returned home with fresh, clean clothes and a bowl chair! A more successful trip home I cannot imagine.
Going home was weird. Had an argument about physics and the speed of light with my dad. Was informed by my mom that she and dad had redone the wills and that my eldest brother and I were its executives. We were to both handle the financial side but he was to take care of the funerals as it was determined that I'd be an emotional invalid. Did not enjoy this discussion. Have dreaded the death of my parents since I was six...morbid little kid, wasn't I? When my dad was in the hospital, I told mom that they had to wait a long time for another episode like this. At least until I find some poor soul to latch onto and bawl all over...otherwise, I'd probably have to be given some maximum strength sedative and be left in some corner for a couple days. Hmmm...well this turned into a cheery entry.
Hmmm, something cheery. Drove my spectra with a chair twined to its roof this afternoon. I cannot imagine the looks on people's faces as they saw me sailing up 75N. Also had a hoola-hoop competition with my mom last night. I am a superior hoola-hooper
And because I'm nervously procrastinating...and all by myself:
1. What is your full name? Autumn Nicole Dolan
2. What color pants are you wearing? Red shorts
3. What are you listening to right now? Beatles: Hide your love away
4. What is the last thing you ate? chocolate
5. Do you wish on stars? generally not
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? dark green or black
7. How is the weather right now? chilly
8. Last person you talked to on the phone? Me mum
9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? sent?
10. How old are you today? 22 and 11/12ths
11. Favorite drink? Diet Coke of course
12. Favorite sport? to watch: basketball...as for my own athletic abilities, they aren't really worth mentioning
13. What color are your eyes? Blue
14. Do you wear contacts? I'm cursed with the farsightedness
15.Siblings? Older brothers and a very lazy dog
16. Favorite month? October
17. Favorite food? Pizza of many varieties
18. Last movie you watched? Corpse Bride but also witnessed parts of Alien something or another and that God-awful Cannibal Holocaust II debacle
19. Favorite day of the year? The day the world begins to smell like fall
20. What do you do to vent anger? Dangerous cycle of the brooder...Well, first I have to shove all my feelings inside and watch them simmer, then I set the timer and await the inevitable implosion of fury, which usually just gets reabsorbed and thrown in with the next batch.
21. Summer or winter? Winter
22. Hugs or kisses?
23. Chocolate or vanilla? Dark Chocolate
24. Do you want friends to e-mail you back?
25. Who is most likley to respond? your mamas
26. Who is least likley to respond? um, probably your mamas
27. What did you do last night? Hoola-Hooped with my mom!
28. Living arrangements? Three lovely ladies and a cat in a townhouse
29. When was the last time you cried? Last Wednesday...Let's just say the month of September, bitchy month,
30. What is under your bed? Stuff I pretended to put up when we moved in 31. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Moved too much...college friends are just about it
32. Favorite smell? rain
33.What are you afraid of? me 34. Favorite car? Not picky...but my spectra did carry a chair strapped to its roof this afternoon...it rocked!
35. Favorite flower? Rose of Sharons are pretty tree blooms
36. Number of keys on your key ring? four on house, five on work
37. Can you juggle? for like a second
38. Favorite day of the week? none are lookin' to good right now
39. What did you do on your last birthday? Um, my birthday...oh, yeah, played at a football game, came home and got sotted, passed out on couch, an unmovable lump of flesh, until morning.
40. How many states have you lived in? 6.5 (stayed in Washington state for about half a year...at the time I thought we were visiting, but now I know that we were technically living there)
41. How many cars have you had? 1
42. What book are you reading right now? English Reformations...very boring
43.Beach or mountains? Mountains
Life is freakin' crazy. September and I have not been amiable to each other and I can't say I'll be sorry to see her go in a few days. Never have I been on such an emotional roller coaster. This month has officially been the worst month for my Dad. In addition to September's welcoming heart attack he's having four teeth pulled this week. He hates taking his medicine; even to the point of refusing to take a couple. We can't do anything about it because my dad is the most headstrong, stubborn, obstinate, irrationally rational man on this planet. I'm going home on Wednesday to see them for the night. Not a lot of time for visits, though, because school requires much of my attention. Papers, tests, grad school and those bloody, blasted Petitions have to be drawn up and submitted to the devil's court. We'll see. I know it's not the end of the world to be here next semester but it just makes things all the more stressful, now. Twitch...twitch. I can feel the burnout...I'm just a couple degrees away from spontaneous combustion.
I've dropped down to Saturdays for the park. Seems almost pointless, but I like it there and the money is nothing to sneeze at...even for one day's work. I fully expected to be released as of Sunday, but somehow they're managing to hold onto seasonals a bit longer.
Sheesh I"m about ready to crack. October, month of my birth, you better be nice to me.
I have an exit exam today. When were they going to tell me before today? Now I have to go find some dumb pencils and some dumb calculator to take a dumb test whose dumb score doesn't mean a dumb thing. Bastards.
Only had to take one section of the exit exam. The math section. Of all the sections they offer, Reading, Writing, Science, Critical Thinking, and Math, Math is the only subject that I have not addressed here at UTC. It's the only subject that in NO WAY will reflect UTC's impact on my academic proficiency. The irony just kills me.
I feel weird. Tired but restless. I've been feeling the need for more human contact than usual. Just don't want to be alone with me. My arms are really sore for reasons I have no idea. Went to the doctor yesterday because I felt light headed, nauseas, and my left arm was killing me. Kind of freaked myself out. The doctor tried to find some culpable lymph node, he prodded while I squealed, but apparently it's just me. Left with an anti-inflammatory prescription and a shrug. It feels like carpal tunnel syndrome pain, except radiating up the arms. I assume that I'm still a ball of anxiety and it's just all settled in my upper torso with painful vengence. Unfortunately, this just furthers my parents' assumption that I'm unable to deal with stress. They make it sound like I'm constantly on the edge of some nervous breakdown. I've been given orders to relax, get a massage, try to have some fun. I guess this is a step up from the suggestion of a sedative this weekend.
So, listen up, pain-anxiety-lethargy...get the hell out.
Over the weekend I determined a couple new goals for the upcoming year. My dad joked that it was a good thing I had already moved in since he wouldn't have been able to help lift anything...I would have had to round up my own movers. So, as I told Tangee, I need to acquire big burly men as pals in preparation for my imminent move for grad school, maybe. Eventually this circle of new, burly friends generated into a harem of burly men. Tangee seemed doubtful of this "New Year's Resolution," but she asked for pictures just in case.
Think I'll try to sleep a bit...if I don't cut off my arms first
Dad is feeling great and he wants to leave. He roams the halls every chance he gets, probably organizing his hospital workout regiment as we speak. I think to say he has cabin fever would be an understatement. He's probably going to be let go tomorrow. Things are looking good. I'm back at work, exhausted. Last night, right after I fell asleep, the night guard came knocking on our door to complain about visitor parking. Some guy in our row didn't have a spot and they decided to chastise us. My car, Jessica's car, and Jason's car were the only cars belonging to our apartment that were parked in the lot. That's the same number of cars that would have been there had it been a regular Saturday evening...three cars. It's clear that the security guard isn't that bright, though.