Housekeeping

It’s been a while, hasn’t it. I’ve been busy “housekeeping”. I have to write a paper explaining the group dynamics while working together to teach our interpersonal communication class about ethics. We will be presenting on Wednesday, and I will turn in the paper on Monday. I could spend a whole entry writing about our group, but I’ll spare you the boredom and save it for the paper.

I need to clean my room so badly. I have a bag full of my garbage sitting next to my desk. My dad never takes the time to empty my wastebasket, so I’m stuck throwing it in a bag. When the bag gets full, then it’s time to bring it to the garbage can in the garage. Other than the trash, there’s a bunch of things I don’t need anymore but keep for the hell of it. here are the examples I can see right now: some pictures I’ll never look at again, an AAA brochure, a bottle of old Lysine (which I will flush), a dried up violet highlighter. I need to wash my clothes, vacuum my floor, wash the walls, clean my closet, remove stuff from my walls that I don’t want anymore, and re-arrange my room. Actually, more like move my bed and computer desk in a ninety-degree shift to the west.

Money’s been tighter than ever, since I’ve had to use my spare change to buy presents for people I know. Wait, make that Jameson and his family. The family gift, I just received confirmation, has been sent. The store near me didn’t have one, so I took time to contact another store and have it shipped to me. Then, I realized, this store had an online shopping cart. Oops. I went to the south campus of school and cashed in my books. Hearing from what my group members said, I wasn’t expecting a lot for the books. I got a little over one hundred dollars for four books. I told my mom I got twenty dollars in total, and that it went toward tuition (which isn’t exactly a lie since I put the money toward tuition).

There’s the issue of hosting fees. I am unable to afford this next year of hosting, so I will be forced to move to keep my files online. I plan on buying a new plan within the week, moving files over, and then canceling this hosting, so things should go smoothly. I hope, anyway. I have a lot of PHP coding I need to fix to make it compatible with the new host I have chosen. Maybe, I’m not sure. That’s probably what I will be doing over my vacation when Jameson is sleeping/drunk/working… (Jameson, please don’t take offense to that.)

Speaking of offending people, I got extremely offended by what someone had to say in one of my friends’ blogs. Let’s just say that my dad has the same rights as my mom and I do. Just because my dad, his brother, and his sister weren’t born in this country doesn’t mean he didn’t have the right to become a citizen of the United States. My uncle was born in Canada and became a United States citizen, and it seems like nobody has any second thoughts about that. Even though my dad was born to parents who were United States citizens, people give second thought to him being a United States citizen. I guess being “natural born” to this person includes Canada and the United Kingdom. Oh, and although I don’t agree what my grandparents did in Africa in the 50’s, I don’t hate them for it, and you shouldn’t hate me for what they did, either.

Do I smell racism?

Friday

Friday started out pretty badly, became even worse during dinner, and became very, very wonderful by the time it was time to go to bed.

Usually, my mom and I spend Friday nights at home waiting TV and eating pizza since my dad gets sleep before he starts his second job. This time, we decided to go to the seafood buffet at a local hotel. The service was horrible. It took our wait person ages to clear our plates and fill our water glasses. Other wait staff filled her duties, but it included being lazy; they reached over the wall to clear our plates instead of walking around the wall. It made me want to say, “If you want to take these plates, you will walk around the wall.” There was a party of about eighty people who were sat at one time. Each of them went up to the buffet at the same time, and they took all the food. There was no fried shrimp left, so I waited a good ten minutes for a new batch to come out. The manager mocked me by saying something to the extent of, “Yay, shrimp!” My mom paid for dinner with her gift certificate. The waitress almost screwed herself out of a tip since she had to get the remainder of her gift certificate as a gift certificate, rather than getting cash back. Of course, it still expires when the original one does, and it will be mailed to her.

The good thing that came out of dinner? I get to see Jameson over the Christmas holiday. 🙂 My dad doesn’t know that my mom paid for the entire vacation; he thinks Jameson pulled through for me. I have a secret: I’m scared to fly.

Waking Up Early Paid Off

Waking up early this morning paid off. I went online to register for classes the minute my registration window opened, and I got all the classes I wanted. I’d wake up at my normal time, but two of the classes I wanted to take, both online, were almost filled to maximum and I wanted my seat.

Here’s my schedule for next semester, provided nothing gets canceled or changed:

Medical Terms Tuesday
9:00-10:50
1/10/2006-2/28/2006
Intro to Practical Nursing Thursday, Friday
1:00-2:50
1/12/2006-2/3/2006
General Psychology Wednesday
6:00-8:50
1/11/2006-5/10/2006
Writing & Research Monday
1/9/2006-5/8/2006
Anatomy & Physiology Tuesday, Thursday
5:00-7:20
1/10/2006-5/11/2006

As you can see, I’ve put myself all over the board as far as days go, just to get myself out of the house. But how I’m going to get to the other campus for Anatomy and Physiology is still a mystery to me. It’s at the other side of town, and I’ll have to deal with the beginning rush, especially when spring comes around.