School is going really well. I'm presently a Psychology major and need to decide if that's what I want my piece of paper to say, or if I need to switch (for the last gorram time) to what I actually want it to say.
The computer class I'm taking is laughably easy. The lady 'teaching' it keeps calling the Internet the "Web", which pisses me off more than is rational. She was talking today about the word Internet and said "It comes from 'Inter', which means 'like a bunch of computers linked together' and.... so yeah, it's the internet." Not kidding, people. That was her definition of the internet. Funny, sad, and bodes well for test purposes.
I'm also taking History since 1865, which is ok and I think I will do well, it's just a lot of notes, a lot of studying and a lot of memorizing shit that I don't care about. The class would be FAR more bearable were it not for the REALLY awkward kid who sits in the front row. He mumbles, in low tones, to himself.... often. And, when he does think of something that he deems necessary for the rest of us to hear, he effeminately raises his hand, stutters and awkwardly chuckles to himself so much that the professor ALWAYS has to have him repeat himself. Then we get to live through the shared awkwardness of this guy trying to be clever a second time. End. Self.
My Economics class is about as challenging as my computer class. The heavily accented Chinese guy teaching it doesn't use the book and teaches solely from his powerpoint stuff. It is all online and he tells us in class what we need to know. EASY. I like.
My hardest (and ironically, most enjoyable class) is German. I'm loving the shit out of this class. I've done choir my whole life and have sung in German on multiple occasions, so the pronunciations come easily to me. I've always liked the language and the lady teaching it is from Germany, is fluent in German, French, and has a degree in Medieval Literature, and it, oh yea, BAT SHIT CRAZY! It's hilarious. The first day of class, the projector was being stupid and she got frustrated and said, "Oh, this just drives me banana!" Just one banana.... just one. I lol'ed.
Ok, job. I'm now working at a hotel. It's not bad, except that it's boring. The good think about it being boring is that it gives me time to do homework. Which rocks because I totes wouldn't just up and decide to do homework if I had ANYTHING else I could do. And I mean anything. If I had nothing else AT ALL going on and had no car and no money.... I'd probably take a shower and go to bed. Or take a nap at least. All that being said, the job is going well.
I also talked to the choir director at the college and asked if he knew of any churches that were hiring choir members. He (to my astonishment) said yes. Tonight is going to be my first night at the rehearsals, and I hope it's bearable... I could really use $175 extra a month for 3 hours a week.
Alrighty, on to apartments. I lived in a REALLY crappy apartment for the past year. The roof leaked like a sieve, I spent most of December without heat (it was 41 degrees inside my bedroom one morning when I woke up), and the apartment was about an eighth of a mile from the parking lot. The parking lot distance was good because I couldn't hear car alarms going off, or people partying in the parking lot, or gunshots (this complex was ghetto), and whatnot, but it was a pain in the ass to move things into or out of the actual apartment. The heat problem was eventually fixed but was still an antiquated system so it never worked super well. The roof. In November (about 3 months after I had moved in) we got torrential rain. I think the city ended up getting about 5 inches in a 10-14 hour period. Inside my apartment, I got 9 gallons. I know this because the sheer volume, I felt, bore measuring. They 'fixed' the roof, but it still leaked. Then they replaced the roof, and instead of succeeding in eliminating the leak, they apparently redirected it from my kitchen (where there was a handy ledge for me to put buckets, pots, and pans to catch the water) to my bed. I literally woke up one night at about 2:30 because my face was getting dripped on. This was in April. It was still leaking in August when I moved out. In addition to all this BS, the management changed about as often as a 16 year old girl changes boyfriends. In the year I was there, I got to know 5 different managers. Cierra, Kim, Steve, Kristin, and Jill. They had the combined mental ability of a pair of flip-flops. I was also promised a $100 discount on my rent on multiple occasions.... usually right before management switched again. Which meant that I didn't get my discount because these people apparently had never written it down, or cleared it with corporate, or blah blah blah. Moral of the story, if you're looking for an apartment in Wichita Falls, don't move into Park Place. You'll want to commit mass homicide within 2 months.... and you'll be cold... and possibly drowning.
I moved from that apartment to a little garage apartment I had heard about through a friend. The landlord is only charging me $225 per month plus gas and electric. By moving, I cut my rent and bills in half. Which OWNS. The only downside... there are roaches. But, I've been spraying the baseboards and being obsessively clean, and I haven't seen one in over 3 weeks! So yay!!
Camping!!!!! Chris and I went to Lake Leon over Labor Day weekend to see our friends Paul and Dondi. It was 3 solid days of drunken, lakey fun! Chris got really drunk one evening and tried to make me go get him water. His drunken sleepy bargain? "If you go get me water.... I will give you.... the gift... of pants. *feeling on my leg and noticing that I am wearing pants* ...oh, you have pants. But the you could have... Double Pants." Needless to say I was not swayed, and he had to fend for himself for water. It was tres funny. I also got quite a bit of sun (read: I came back looking mexican), which made me look really out of place at...
Kate's Wedding!!!! Seester, Chris and I went down to Austin this weekend and got to be a part of my dear friend's wedding! Seester and I were bridesmaids and she was the Maid of Honor. Here's the rundown. Thursday: Driving, hotel check in, Bachelorette party on 6th Street (drunk), sleep. Friday: Hangover, shopping, rehearsal dinner, lingerie shower (tipsy), sleep. Saturday: Hair, makeup, reception setup and flower delivery, ceremony, reception (tipsy), afterparty on 6th Street (drunk), sleep. Sunday: Hangover, brunch, driving home. It was SO MUCH FUN!!!! Kate kept saying, "Oh, girls! This is exactly how I've always wanted this to be!" Happy bride = happy weekend!
Seester had "Magic Money" (Student Load Refund Check) on Thursday so we didn't have to worry about money. The weather, though rainy, was wonderful because it wasn't a million degrees outside. Chris was there so we had an extra pair of hands to help with stuff, whether it was carrying, driving, drunkenly hailing a cab, etc. AND Trotter (Chris's old roommate from Denton) lives in Austin, so we were able to see him, too! Also, Paige (one of my favorite bartenders from Wichita) moved to Austin a few months ago and we haven't seen her since. We went into a bar on Saturday night and she was the bartender for us! It was an awesomely fun weekend, for all!*
Now you are all aware of what I've been up to for the past month or so. I've been busy, but in a good way. I still don't have internet at home, so I'm writing all of this from the student center, but it's ok. I don't work tonight and Chris decided we're going to have a date night! Movie, woohoo!!
So, my little Bloggies, I bid you all good day and hope that I get on here and do this Bloggin thing more often!
* It was a good weekend for all but Chris. Chris somehow managed to kill every piece of electronics he brought down there. iPod: waterlogged and non-functional after riding back to the hotel on his bike in a downpour. iPod Car FM Transmitter: somehow crushed in the back of Court's car in transit. Phone: Fell out of car in parking lot and was run over. We found the remains... he mourned the loss.
