I hate people who bring their kids into the office and let them run around unsupervised. This woman in the office I'm assigned to, Beth, brought her nine-year-old son in this morning. She didn't even pretend to watch him. He literally ran all over the office at top-speed, stopping only to annoy the workers. No-one wanted to say anything to Beth, because she's a bitch.
He started asking everyone for candy, and he made the mistake of asking me. I happened to be chewing gum when he came up to my desk, so when he asked if I had any candy, I replied, "I only have this gum I'm chewing right now. Did you want me to take it out of my mouth and give it to you?"
The kid ran away, screaming that I was gross.
Score one for me.
Dirk's going to college with me this semester (assuming we can get him through the entrance exams in time to register). I'm damn pleased with this. I had to talk him down to two classes from three, however, because his financial situation's shaky (‘cause of the kickass bass head he's buying me, remember?), and because I think taking three classes at once when he's been out of school for several years could easily become overwhelming. He'll probably take psychology and intro to computing. He already knows a lot about computers (self-taught, same as I originally was), but it's always best to have a piece of paper saying you know something about computers. Plus, it's hard to pick up the basics of how a computer functions simply from using it. Except, of course, what the power button and plugs do.
I'm taking at least one course. I'm giving psychology another shot. Dropped out once, failed another time....we'll see. I'm not sure what, if any, other classes I'm taking. I need to look through the course guide a bit better.
I'm a little nervous about going back to college, but I'm excited as well. Some sick part of me enjoys the time constraints and stress that college puts on me. I've always felt a little happier going to school of some sort. Maybe it's because it adds structure to my day. Maybe because I'm not haunted by the screams of unused pathways in my head slowly atrophying.
Or maybe it's just because I get bored really easily.
The bite wounds on my finger from Cloudy look really grim. I have this feeling that I'm going to lose skin there, because parts feel numb. The wounds are clean, though. I've been really careful about that, and they're not infected.
Cloudy's doing a little better every day. The vet now says he won't have the test results for two weeks. We'll probably be force-feeding her for a while, even when my parents go to San Francisco.
That's right, I don't know if I ever told you guys what happened: my mother decided to go, after all. They both leave this week-end. I'm going to call in sick for a couple days next week, just because I can. I love the fact that they go out of town so often now.
I also finally got my period — almost a month after it was due. I'd been careful. Very much so. But, honestly, if your period's that late, I don't care how careful you are — you get nervous.
We got a lot done last night, and we're going to be extremely busy tonight. We went shopping, taught Jason how to play a song on guitar, and did (extracurricular things). I also, for the first time in months, found the time to do my nails. In pink, no less.
I also got an e-mail from one of my ex's admirers. That was hilarious. I love it when little wanna-be punks stick up for him. They convince me that all is right with the world, and that the freaks are flocking together. Just as they should.
Anyway, the e-mail consisted of "u can't replace Kenneth." I was forced to agree. The ability to sterilize dogs at a distance of fifty paces simply by trying to sing is a unique talent. As is dribbling all over one's self every time one drinks.
Not that I'm pointing fingers.
I'm crampy and it shows. I'd like a cookie, but I'm broke (figuratively. I actually have a heck of a lot of money, but it's all spoken for)
Good night.
