My birthday.

Hello everyone! I'm sorry it's been over two months since I've written. Summer can keep me away from my laptop, and even further from thinking about my blog.

Besides, I have a job right now. I'm working for Upward Bound at UMass Dartmouth. I'm a tutor/mentor. I act as a teacher's aide/RA, as well as tutor and mentor. The days feel long, but in the end, I'm happy to be working there. The students and my coworkers crack me up.

Before I started working for them, however, I was doing NOTHING. Just straight up nothing. Spending time to myself reading and doing sudoku, and hanging out with friends. It's nice for a while, but I would prefer to be working and making money. (Some friends of mine and I might rent a house in the beginning of the next year. I want to start saving up some rent.) Y'know, I just thought about it, and my summer is a little over half-way over. Wow. What a scary thought.

So I'm with Upward Bound 'til mid-August. I have a week between ending the program and starting job training for my conference office job, I believe. That's the impression I'm under, at least. I'll probably go back to Connecticut for that week to see some family and friends.

The Who are coming to Boston in October. I think I will do just about anything within my power to go to this concert. It's been on my mind. (And Lewis Black is coming to my hometown in October too! I'd love to go see him, but I have a feeling I won't be able to.)

The day has been going well so far. At midnight, Chris and Andie brought out a Hostess cherry pie with a couple of matches in it. I had half of that, and watched some Monty Python. I promptly fell asleep. As for the morning, I've downloaded some Who that I didn't have on my laptop, and I've been generally lazy.

My parents are coming out here very soon, and we're going to go out to lunch. After that, we're going to see "The Dark Knight", which I've heard wonderful things about. There's a pay-per-view event going on at Bil's tonight, so I'm hoping to stay for that. Then I go back to UMD for work tomorrow. Yeehaw.

Abstract got me chocolate covered strawberries for my birthday. :) They is delicious.

Not much else has been going on since.

Oh well. Happy birthday to me.

More later,
~*The Pie

Almost there.

Ahh, I love the smell of the internet in the morning.

I was looking through this blog the other day, and I realized that I don't write in this blog the way I used to. I used to regale you with the tales of my every day life. Now I give you a brief summary of the events of the last few weeks. I like writing my little bits of nonsense, and hopefully I can return to doing so over the summer.

For now, though, you get another summary.

First of all, my health seems to be improving. No more pain, no more infections. I have a couple of appointments next week to make sure this is correct. (I hate ultrasounds, damnit.) The only thing bothering me now is my skin. The doctor at St. Luke's, the last time I went, prescribed me the same lotion I used before, but it honestly didn't do a damn thing. So, and I hate myself for using puns here, but I'm itching to see a dermatologist.

Second, my housing and classes for next semester are all set. I'm going to live in a triple with a couple of friends of mine. (I get the loft bed! Yeah!) I'm thankful that my housing process went the way it did. All of the rooms were taken by the end of the third day. My number was on the fourth. How did I get housing? My friend had a number on the second day, and she "pulled" me in. I could have gotten shafted, but that was avoided altogether. As for classes, I got into all the classes I wanted. I only had trouble getting into one, but I e-mailed the professor and she let me in. (It's Med Lab Science, the one I was looking forward to the most.) I'm back to taking five classes next semester. Hope it doesn't kill me! 'Cause I wanna do Rocky Horror and "Rope" next semester.

Third, I'm currently not so broke. I got paid last Friday, and I got one of my refund checks yesterday. However, I can't go spend crazy. I have co-pays to worry about next week. But, for now, I shall spend in moderation. Hell yeah.

Fourth, I'm doing makeup for 20 Cent Fiction's current production "Wait Until Dark". The show goes up Thursday night. The makeup is basic, really, but I love helping out in some way. And, of course, I love new learning experiences. (I've never worked with liquid foundation before!) The show runs from Thursday, the 8th, to Sunday, the 11th. Thursday through Saturday the show starts at... 7? Sunday's show is at 2. (I just remembered that Sunday is Mother's Day. I need to get a card!)

Fifth, the literary magazine I helped out with this semester should be nearing the end of the production cycle. I haven't heard any updates about the dummy copy and if anything needs to be fixed. I think we're shooting to distribute soon, though.

Sixth, I'm procrastinating really hard on studying for my stats quiz. God, I'm so glad I'm nearing the end of all of my classes. I took a math test yesterday, I have a French test tomorrow, a stats lab due Thursday, and a draft of an essay for English due Friday. Out of all of that, I need to do the lab. I'll study the French tonight, and I did the draft for English. Hopefully I won't epically fail the lab. I just need some help on defining some of the terms and such. *sigh* Alway something to do.

Seventh, I applied for two jobs on campus. One with housing, another with a program called Upward Bound. Housing didn't hire me. They offered me another job, but I declined. I haven't heard back from Upward Bound yet, but it's a summer program where I would be working with high schoolers. I hope to GOD that I get this job. It's perfect. I just want to hear back from them.

Eighth, I'm starving, but I'm ever vigilant when it comes to phone calls. I'll go to the bathroom and get lunch when my coworker gets here.

I think that about covers everything for now.

More later,
~*The Pie

Not for the weak of tummy.

Ha ha, how things have gone so downhill since my last post.

March 20th, I had to go to the hospital. I was trying to take a shower, but I ended up in screaming pain due to tightness of the stomach. Well, Chris took me to the ER. We spent six sleepy hours there, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. They hooked me up to an IV, made me do a CAT scan, and so on. (The contrast liquid for the CAT scan made me throw up. Twice.) They determined that I had developed a stomach bug (it was going around) and a urinary tract infection. Imagine you are walking towards the ER. You see a person walking away, I reiterate, away from the ER, throwing up on the sidewalk. That was me.

Stomach bugs and UTIs on top of each other aren't very fun, but both completely treatable. I just had to slow down for a few days.

I had originally lost my prescription for the UTI antibiotic. About a week later, I went to the campus health services to get another one. I finished the course of antibiotics, and went for a follow-up appointment. At the follow-up, I mentioned to the RN that I was still feeling some pain in my lower left. She said she thought it might be an ovarian cyst.

I saw the gynecologist they had there. (She's really cool.) She said, yeah, it seems to be a cyst. They made an appointment for me to get an ultrasound done at a local hospital. If the pain got worse before then, though, I had to go to the hospital.

The pain got worse on a Monday morning. Chris couldn't take me to the ER again 'cause he had classes and work. I tried calling people, and either they had class or weren't picking up their phones. I had to take a cab there.

I spent seven hours in the ER. The first time I had gone, it wasn't too busy there. This time, it was. It took, I want to say about two hours before a doc even saw me. I got examined, and they told me they were going to do the ultrasound. For an internal ultrasound, you have to do it on a full bladder. I had to drink 32 ounces of water. That. Is. A lot. I didn't pee beforehand, either, so I'm sure my bladder was extra full. The urge to pee hit me really bad. I called for a nurse, and asked if I could pee a little. She said, "Oh, yeah, we gotta send you for an ultrasound." (WTF WERE YOU WAITING FOR?!) By the time I made it to the ultrasound, I could hardly move in my stretcher, and I was screaming like a pregnant woman possessed. It hurt so bad that my kidneys were feeling it. I had to grit my teeth and bear it. The ultrasound technician was really sweet, though, so that made it a little easier.

Eventually it was determined that the cyst had ruptured. Well, that being the case, you just let it heal up and you deal with the pain. They put me on vicodin for bad pains. Nothing but vicodin had been working for me, I swear.

Two funny things about vicodin:
1. I cannot handle 500 mg of vicodin, but they didn't tell me to split the pill in half. My friend took me out to get the prescription, and then we went out for ice cream. I had a strawberry and banana sundae. I took 500 mg of vicodin, then ate. I had to go by health services to let them know how I was doing, and I think I had to cancel the ultrasound. I forget, things have become such a damn blur to me. Anyway. While in health services, I started to get dizzy and tired. I sat and read a magazine for a while, but I decided that I should try to leave. Outside, I saw a friend walking back to her dorm, so I hailed her over to say hi. As we started to talk, I felt like I was going to vomit. I leaned against a stranger's car and had at it. My friend brought me back to health services, and we determined that I should never take 500 mg of it again.

2. I'm allergic to vicodin! It helped with the pain, but we think it may have caused me to break out in a rash of sorts. And y'know, I thought it crazy at first, but after having been on prednisone for a few days, I think they may be right. I'm a little less itchy right now.

The last time I went to health services (there are some damn angels in that building, I'm convinced) the gynecologist said that there was still a lot of fluid roamin' around from the cyst. She put me on a couple of antibiotics, and the prednisone for the allergic reaction.

I find myself at this morning. I took my first antibiotic. I have to take it on an empty stomach, and I'm not supposed to lay down for 30 minutes after. Well, last night I laid down after, but I was exhausted. I passed out. This morning, though, the pain has been killing me. I'm just nauseous and crampy right now. I'm praying that things clear up soon. I have to go back for another ultrasound on May 12th, to see how I'm progressing.

MEANWHILE! Back when there was speculation about my cyst, Chris had been in a lot of pain, too. His joints were killing him in the morning. One day, it got so bad that his parents had to help him out of bed. His mom took him to the ER. It was determined that Chris has Lyme disease. It had probably been dormant since the summer or so. He's doing a lot better now.

His car is dead. The clutch and brakes are shot. It can't really accelerate uphill now. We've been riding with his parents.

Chris and I got a hedgehog! His name is Hu'go. He's brown and white, and very fat. I had accidentally been overfeeding him. Still, he's adorable, and I love him very much.

Before yesterday, I was flat freaking broke. I've had to pay for medical expenses, and Hu'go stuff. Now I have money again, and it's springtime. I'm getting some spring clothes today.

So, I hope all of y'all have been doing well in the meantime. Better than me, at least, ha ha.

More later,
~*The Pie

Slowing down.

Howdy kids. How are y'all doin'? Peachy keen.

So I'm sorry I never posted information about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Tech week tends to suck the life out of the cast and crew. It was a great show, in all. I had a magnificent time with it. It went very smoothly. I can also say I've grown closer to some people, and made new friends. I miss it already, but I'm glad to have free evenings again.

I'm off of my lexapro. I've almost been off for a week. I've noticed myself being a little bit more touchy and short-fused, but I'm not down in a fucking hole like I used to be. I'm still pretty upbeat and happy, an accomplishment if I do say so myself. My friends have really helped me gain confidence. I can't go so far as to say it's completely there, but the foundations have been laid. (It helps to have people tell you you're awesome.) I think I'll be OK for now without it. I have everything I need to be happy and healthy. (See: Chris.)

School's been OK. Nothing out of the ordinary. It's funny... I wrote an essay for my English class about my religious life (or lack thereof?), and I have to give a presentation on it next class. Since when do people like my writing? Since when do people care about my religious beliefs? Well, I talked to a friend about it. She was in the group that nominated it. She said the other papers really sucked, apparently. That mine was refreshing or somesuch. Whatever makes the people happy.

Speaking of writing! If you have any poetry, short stories, or short scripts you'd like to have published, I'm working for a literary magazine on campus. We're called "The Jack". Our current theme is "there's a light in the dark", and this is open for interpretation. We're looking for written and artistic submissions. (For art, we'd prefer black and white. We're cheap.) If you're interested in submitting, or have any questions, please e-mail 20centjack@gmail.com. We're taking submissions until March 28th.

I love vacation. It makes me happy in the pants.

More later,
~*The Pie

Time moves too quickly.

"Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" go up next week. What? I'm having a hard time believing that the show goes up next week. I'm hella excited, 'cause we've all worked so hard and the show is going to look great. Next week is tech week, and the tragedians and I are going to have to work really, really hard. We'll finally get to do things on set, so a lot of basic blocking gets shifted to fit the stage. We'll finally have our prop cart, too, so we can make better usage of our time on stage. Once I get the correct times, I'll post 'em here.

Chris and I are finally getting treatment for our skin problem. I'm so happy. I don't want to have to deal with this during the show, I'll go insane. It stings a little bit, but it doesn't smell like the other stuff I had to use. I slept last night, but that was 'cause I took sleeping pills. I might have to again tonight. Aaahhhhhh I'm tired, though. I kept waking up.

We might get a hedgehog. One of my friends is selling a few, and Chris' dad said we could probably manage it. They are the cutest things! Also very easy to care for. I'm very excited about this.

LOL my supervisor did that high pitched question thing, like Stewie on Family Guy. Oh holy crap, that was hilarious.

Well, that's pretty much all that's going on. I'm hungry, but I gotta wait.

More later,
~*The Pie

Getting sick.

I think I'm getting sick.

Last night, Chris and I celebrated Dan Whitehead's 21st birthday. It was fun, but unfortunately Dan and our friend Dylan got into an accident on the way back to Dan's. Everyone's fine. Dylan was driving. A cab car t-boned 'em. The car's dinged up, but no one's hurt, so it's OK. It put a more somber mood on the evening. I don't care, so long as everyone's fine.

So we came home sometime after 1, and I was exhausted. Like, I was lucky I could still function. Chris, being the angel he is, helped me into my night clothes, got my medication, and tucked me in. He slept downstairs again so as not to wake me up when he got into bed. I slept like a log last night. Once I was out, I was out.

Unfortunately, I started work this morning at 8. Ohhh I was not a happy camper. My alarm went off, but I thought I'd sleep for another five minutes. Chris got me at 7:20. ><; Freakin' sucked. I wish I was sleeping now, but that's a distant dream. I have class at 12 until 1:40. The next thing I have to do is at 6:30. I want to sack out for a few hours, but I don't know if I can.

I'm in rehearsal 'til about 9, but I think after that I'm just going home, doing my reading for English, and going to sleep. No messing around.

This morning, Chris' mom said, "If you two get Chris' room clean, and I mean clean, I'll get a full sized mattress after I get my tax return." I stood agape. I want a full-sized bed. (I don't think we could get anything bigger.) I've bugged Chris about cleaning the room, but now I think he's going to consider it more seriously. He has so much dirty laundry up there, oh my lord. Socks and t-shirts abound. (Ha ha, I have to do laundry this weekend.)

I got 11 hours of work a week this semester. I'm pumped. I also got an automatic raise due to minimum wage going up. Hells yes!

"Rosencrantz and Guildenstern..." rehearsals are coming along swimmingly. I've been enjoying myself. The show goes up in about a month. (March 6-9.) I have a good feeling about it.

My classes are going along alright. I don't have a problem with any of my professors, so that's a good thing. The homework's been manageable. So far, nothing I can't handle. =)

I think that's everything I have to say for now. Things are good, aside from my sore throat and screwed up sinuses.

More later,
~*The Pie

My dealings with insomnia.

Last week and this week, I've been dealing with a bit of insomnia. My sleep cycle's been slightly more messed up than usual. If you know me, you know I love sleeping. Chris' family makes fun of me for always sleeping during the day. (If you were on Lexapro, you might sleep too.) Well, now I'm even more compelled to sleep during the day. I have more reason to.

I've always been a night owl. ('Cept at sleepovers, ha ha. Always the first to fall asleep.)

OK, I got hella sidetracked. Enjoy the survey!

Tell Me About Yourself
Basic
Name?:	Wendy
Also known as...:	The Pie, deathslushie
Age?:	18
Sex?:	Mmmhmmmfemale
Birthday?:	July 20th
Hair Color?:	Brown
Eye Color?:	Green with brown
Height?:	5'3"
Weight?:	Last I knew, 100 lbs.
Piercings?:	Two holes per ear.
Tattoos?:	None yet. I want some form of a chalice on my right shoulder, and a "Petit Prince" drawing on my left hip.
Body type?:	Petite.
Nationality?:	American. =/
Favorites
Color?:	Black, maroon, cobalt blue.
Number?:	42.
letter?:	None?
Food?:	Raw salmon.
Drink?:	I'm a sucker for iced tea.
Alcoholic drink?:	That fruity Smirnoff stuff.
Song?:	"Stranded" by AAF.
Band/artist?:	Currently, The Who.
Type of music?:	Rock.
Day of the week?:	Oh hell. Friday.
Month?:	Oh I dunno.
Season?:	Summer.
Vehicle?:	O_O One that works better than Chris'.
Sport?:	Hockey/baseball
Movie:	"The Rocky Horror Picture Show" or "Dr. Strangelove"
Type of movie?:	Comedy/satire
Joke?:	Two peanuts are walking down the street and one is assaulted. ("Ever hear of the polish singles dance? Flan!" Ha ha, Bil.)
Quote?:	"So before you point your fingers, Be sure your hands are clean." Bob Marley
Cloths brand?:	None.
Brand in general?:	Nintendo.
Book?:	The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series.
Poem?:	Oh hell.
Flavor of gum?:	Free.
Shoes?:	My current shoes. Simple, black, classy.
Friend?:	That's not fair.
Part of your body?:	Eyes/smile/hips.
Class?:	Last semester, SOC 101
Show?:	Simpsons/Spongebob/Family Guy
Holiday?:	I like a lot of them.
Gadget?:	It'll be my new laptop when I get it.
Game System?:	Oh so not fair! I like the wii and DS, but the 360 is pretty cool too. Don't get me started on the sega genesis.
Game?:	I can't answer that!
Animal?:	Hyena.
Place?:	Chris' arms.
This or that?
Pepsi or Coke:	Cooooooooooke.
McDonalds or Burger King:	BK.
Fruit or Vegetables:	Depends.
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Depends.
Hot Tea or Ice Tea:	Depends.
Dog or Cat:	BOTH! *squeal*
Puppy or kitten:	BOTH! Oh my God.
Techno or Rap:	Techno.
Country or Jazz:	Jazz.
Rock or Punk:	Both.
Summer or Winter?:	Summer.
Scary movies or Funny movies?:	Funny.
Kiss or hug?:	Both.
Single or group dates?:	Single.
Love or money?:	Love.
Looks or personality:	Personality.
Lipton or Nestea?:	I don't care.
Nike or Jordans?:	Nike.
Have You Ever...
Kissed someone of the opposite sex?:	Yes.
Kissed someone of the same sex?:	Yes.
Gone skinny dipping?:	Yes. (Naked whirlpool, woooo!)
Smoked?:	Yes.
Drank alcohol?:	Yes.
Got drunk?:	o_O
Stolen something?:	When I was young.
Gotten arrested?:	No.
Been beaten up?:	LOL Dan Whitehead headbutted me in the fucking BACK tonight.
Beaten someone up?:	Not really.
Been sent to the hospital?:	Yes.
Embarassed yourself in front of a big crowd?:	Yes.
Had sex?:	I think we all know.
Wished to the stars?:	Probably.
Saw a shooting star?:	No.
Screamed outside really loudly?:	I don't think so. Inside, though...
Broken someone's heart?:	Yeahhh...
Gotten your heart broken by someone?:	Yes.
Been in a plane?:	Yes.
Been to another country?:	No.
(For guys) Been kicked in the nuts?:	I get hurt in the cooch, don't gimme that.
Been on TV?:	Briefly.
Fell asleep in class?:	YES.
Failed a grade?:	No.
Cried to get your way?:	Probably not.
Gone through a nervous breakdown?:	I'm pretty sure my junior year was one huge one.
Would you..
Tell a crush you like them?:	No. I'm hella shy.
Have sex before marriage?:	Yes.
Lie to a friend?:	If I absolutely had to.
Lie to a lover?:	No.
Lie to your parents?:	Am I really gonna say that? My dad reads this.
sacrifice yourself for a friend?:	Yes.
A Lover?:	Yes.
Confess a murder?:	I don't have the heart to murder in the first place.
Strip in public?:	No!
Swim in a pool while there's a thunderstorm?:	Yeah.
Go skydiving?:	No.
Go Scuba diving?:	Yes.
Cheat on your bf/gf?:	NO! Never intentionally.
In a Boy or Girl
Hair Color?:	Dark.
Eye Color?:	I've been digging on blue or green eyes lately, but Chris has brown.
Height?:	I secretly like tall guys.
Weight?:	Healthy.
Style?:	Laid back.
Hot or Cute?:	Cute! Hot guys tend to suck.
Age?:	Older.
Drink?:	Not much.
Smoke?:	He does, a little.
Mucular or really skinny?:	LOL I could go either way.
Your Friends
Your best?:	I'm on high terms with a lot of friends.
Who do you treat best?:	Everyone!
Who treats you the best?:	Most friends.
Who's the funny one?:	Most of them are funny.
Smart one?:	Good question. ;)
Happy-go-lucky one?:	Derek! Kayla C.
Obsessed one?:	If I can consider her one, Andie. She gets obsessed easily.
Hyper one:	O_O
Normal one?:	Andrea.
Depressed one?:	ME! Sometimes Dan W. and Nick.
Wierd one?:	We're all mad, here.
Stupid one?:	><;
Worst one?:	They all have their moments.
Supportive one?:	They all are.
Happy one?:	Most tend to be.
Talkative one?:	A lot of them are.
Random Q's
Who was the last person to im you?:	It's been a while.
Call you?:	My dad.
Say Hi?:	Don't know.
Say Bye?:	Karen said good night.
Say I love you?:	Chris.
Do you belive in magic?:	No.
Do you love to excersize?:	I do.
To sleep?:	YES.
Do you like your name?:	No, not really.
Would you want to change it?:	No. It fits me too well.
When's the last time you cried?:	Ahhhhhh Thursday.
Why?:	I humiliated myself.
When's the last time you laughed?:	A few minutes ago.
Why?:	ECW thread on SA.
What country would you like to go to?:	France.
Where do you want to be right now?:	Showering.
Do you have a job?:	Yes.
Can you draw?:	Not much.
Can you swim?:	No.
Do you like to sing?:	Yes.
To dance?:	No.
Ever been to a club?:	No...?
Can you play an instrument?:	Yes.
Do you belive in God?:	I go back and forth.
If I were a....:
My heart is...:	a hotel. People are free to come and go as they please, but if it is violated, they are not allowed to return.
I wish...:	I wasn't so itchy.
I love...:	Chris.
My life...:	is pretty good right now.
4 Things That Scare Me
1:	Spiders
2:	Snuff films (in theory)
3:	Humanity
4:	The thought of losing my friends
4 Things That I love
1:	Chris
2:	My friends
3:	Sleep
4:	Food
4 Things I hate
1:	A certain someone that requested to be my friend lately. Asshole.
2
3:	Ha ha! There is no 2. Humanity.
4:	People who don't take the time to type correctly when they have the ability to do so.
4 People That Make Me Laugh
1:	Bil
2:	Kevums
3:	Chris
4:	Chris' Dad.
4 People that I Love
1:	Chris.
2:	Most
3:	Other
4:	People
4 Ways To Describe Me
1:	Intelligent
2:	Funny
3:	Caring
4:	Thoughtful/thoughtless
4 Things I want To Do Before I Die
1:	Have at least one child.
2:	Go to France.
3:	Work as a school social worker
4:	Touch as many lives as I can.
4 Things I Want People To Know About Me
1:	My heart policy from above.
2:	It's hard for me to accept compliments.
3:	I have low tolerance for stupidity.
4:	I like hugs.
4 Extra Things I want To Say
1:	I'm still fucking itchy.
2:	I really want to take a shower.
3:	Holy crap tomorrow's laundry day.
4:	I wanted to go to sleep an hour ago, damnit.
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More later,
~*The Pie

P.S.: I got a role upgrade in "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead". I'm now a Tragedian. :)

A new year.

New year, old comments.

http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=2458658&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=453

My second appearance (so far as I know) in goons.jpg.

I'd love to know where the fascination about my nose comes in. I've seen much, much worse. Also, the whole mustache thing only comes into play when you look TERRIBLY closely.

And so it goes.

I'm just glad I don't have to use cheap tactics to feel better about myself. Sometimes, all I have to do is look around.

And to think, I fit into the whole "she has a nice personality" thing. I acknowledge the fact that I'm not about to win any beauty pageants, but at least I'm still pretty nice. The people around me tend to agree that I'm awesome. Well, at least to my face. =/

I think I just need a hug.

I'm getting the new laptop. It's a Dell Inspiron 1520. I couldn't get the red, heh. Chris said that if I was going to spend on myself, it should be something other than a laptop color.

A couple of friends of mine helped me figure out how to take the hard drive out of my old laptop so I could hook it up to the new one. It's actually really simple! I just had to get a hard drive enclosure in the right size and format. I take the hard drive out, put it in this thing, and use a USB connection. I'm actually excited about it. Ah, I'm pathetic. The enclosure I ordered should be coming in tomorrow. The laptop is coming in, so Dell says, January 24th.

My grades for the first semester are in!

Psychology 101: A-
French 201: A-
English 101: B+
Sociology 101: B+
Biology 103: C
Overall GPA: 3.2

I'm satisfied.

Oh! Before I go. My Christmas and New Year's celebrations were good.

More later,
~*The Pie

Happy December.

Hi kids! I was just in the mood to write. There's stuff on my mind.

For months, maybe half a year or so, my laptop had been picking up charge in a strange manner. When on AC power, I had the contrast set on its lowest. When on battery, it was just on its highest. The contrast would flicker, and I'd know that it was being weird. I'd adjust my power cord, and think little of it. Soon, it grew to be a more consistent problem, and I got a new cord. Nothing changed. Finally, and very recently, my laptop just stopped receiving charge. Today I took it in to get tested. It cost $60, just for a diagnostic. I'm almost afraid to hear what its problem is, and how much that'll cost. I have more important things to be spending my money on. =/ Thank God I'm working on Thursday. My dad suggested getting me a new one. It's hard, 'cause I'd love a new one, but the old one is just too close to my heart. There's just too much on it that I couldn't let go of. (See: music.) Also, the money should be going toward my tuition. I have plenty of access to computers.

I auditioned for 20 Cent Fiction's "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead", and boy oh boy, like I said, I messed up that audition like no one's business. Above all, I'm disappointed in myself for fubar'ing so bad. I can do better. Hopefully, in the future, I will do better. Still, Chris and I are getting our scripts tomorrow. He's pretty happy. He's Hamlet.

I have at 3 p.m. I'm feeling pretty good about it. It's sociology. I've done pretty well with that course.

At this moment, my spirits aren't too high, but I have to remember that there are plenty of people that have it worse than I do right now. I'm fortunate as hell.

Also, the whole Jamie Lynn Spears thing just makes me giggle.

More later,
~*The Pie

Crappy times.

Hi kids. Sorry for the lack of posting. You know the story.

Things have been a tad sucky lately.

Last week I was on the phone with my mom while at my friend Bil's house. As we were talking, I asked how my grandfather (my mom's dad) had been. I knew that he'd been having some heart troubles since late October. Things aren't looking so hot for him right now. All but one of his arteries are seriously clogged. He has two options, the last I knew. He could either continue on with his heart medication and he'd have a year or two left. Or, he could try getting open heart surgery. If he survives that, which is only a 50/50 chance, he'd have five or six more years. We also don't know right now whether the surgery would be paid for. He wants the surgery, because if he survives, he has plenty of time. If not, he doesn't suffer. I was in a separate room from everyone else at the time. As my mom was talking, I started to cry, but I was keeping pretty good control. Soon, I just started sobbing. I couldn't help it. I love my Grampa; he's an extraordinary man. I understand that he's in his mid eighties, and has led a great life, but I'm just not ready for him to go so suddenly. I just want my Grampa.

Oh fuck damnit all, Chris lost his keys. I'm already pretty overwhelmed, I don't want to deal with much more. I technically have a paper I should be writing. So on and so forth.

Fast forward to Thursday afternoon, I accidentally left my keys and flash drive in a computer in a computer lab on campus. (Not the main one.) I realized this during the evening. I go to the lab, it's locked. The next day, I go in there, and all that's left are my keys. No freaking flash drive. This flash drive has all of my writing from high school on it, and I really hate to think of what's happened to it. I'd almost rather not have my keys but have the flash drive. I'd gladly pay for my dorm and mail keys. I could get another set of house keys. But I can't get back four years of writing, plus additional stuff done outside of writing and high school. I've cried about it, been furious about it, and now I'm just left to my pitiful sulking.

(Chris found his keys, the lucky ass.)

I think today I lost my favorite purple fuzzy hat. I want to say it was a Chanukah gift. I think I lost it after French or Sociology. Checked by the rooms, nothing to be found. I can only hope that someone picked it up for me, or that I left it in the office that I hang out in. It's pretty much the warmest hat I own, also the one with the most character. Bil said it's the one I was wearing when we met. I just want it back. My head's cold, and I'm already sad.

I auditioned for the next 20 Cent Fiction show. We're doing "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead". I failed epically. I haven't auditioned for a real show in a WHILE. I was really nervous, I stuttered, and I lost my place in the monologue. Looking back, I don't even think I was that professional. I can only hope that some kind of good word was put in for me. I doubt it, though.

Going upstairs and crying quietly to myself sounds nice right now, but as per usual, I have to push on. I have a paper to bullshit through.

Happy Chanukah.

More later,
~*The Pie

The internet still thinks I'm ugly.

This isn't me whining. I've made my peace. I just wanted to showcase a few more instances.

I'm sorry if you find the content of some of these links disturbing and/or offending. This is not my work.

A drawing, a photoshop, and a whole bunch of posts (old).

So, the saga continues.

In my personal life, things are still going fine. Chris and I have been together for two years and five months. I'm nearing the end of my first semester in college. I'm working on scheduling my classes for next semester. Work is still entertaining.

I'm just never around.

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~*The Pie

I went home.

Howdy kids! How's it goin'? Enjoying the weather? The weather was freakin' CRAPPY all day.

Nick and I went to CT today. We got out of the car at my house, and it looked even darker and gloomier than usual. It was great to see my dogger! I ♥ my dog. I missed her like crazy. She's just as stupid as ever. I picked up some stuff at my house, like another pillow, a bottom to one of my bathing suits, et cetera. My mom gave me a little gargoyle dude, for some reason. And $20. I proceeded to blow the money on a tub of honey shisha (flavored tobacco for a hookah), and Chinese food for Nick and me.

Nick got the lease to the apartment he's moving into in Connecticut in January. I'm pretty happy for him. We went out for the Chinese with a couple of his friends.

We made our way back home. We were listening to a Bruins game, and apparently one of their really good players is hella injured. I'm checking his condition as we speak. OK, he's in the hospital, and he has a concussion and broken nose. Thank God. The man is 22 years old. The way they were talking about him on the radio, it sounded like he was gonna be paralyzed somehow. I hope his recovery goes well.

I gave Chris and Dan another $20 so they could get coals for the hookah. They're out there now getting 'em.

Chris is planning on getting "The Orange Box", a boxed set of three amazing computer games. There's Half Life 2 (correct me on this, if I need to be, I'm not sure if that's the official, whole title), Team Fortress 2 which I REALLY wanna play, and of course, the amazing Portal. Portal is ridiculously cool and incredible. The concept is fresh, the graphics are pretty good, the game has a sense of humor. It's just a tad too short, from what I'm told. I don't see myself playing it, but I do enjoy watching it. Team Fortress 2 is an online war game thing, but it's very cartoony. The trailers, character profiles, which I can't seem to find now, are amazing and want to make me play.

I'mma play 2D Flash Portal and eat some pie. The guys took the wrong exit, ha ha.

IF YOU'RE IN THE AREA, COME SEE ROCKY HORROR AT UMASS DARTMOUTH ON OCT. 31st THROUGH NOV. 3!!! $7 GENERAL ADMISSION!

More later,
~*The Pie

A quick one (before she's away).

I don't know what a Johari window is. Just... try it.

http://kevan.org/johari?name=deathslushie This is to add to it.

http://kevan.org/johari?view=deathslushie This is to view it.

I finally got my huge check. =) Huzzah!

I bought Cooking Mama for the DS, and it is awesome.

I'm busy every night it seems, but I've really been enjoying it. =D

However, I miss my online friends like whoa. I always have something to do or somewhere to be that takes me away from them. =/

Ah well. I still love everyone.

More later,
~*The Pie

The crap I've dealt with in from 1-2.

Howdy kids! How's it rollin'? Spiffy.

I just went through a whole ton of crap. ><;

As you read in my last entry, I work in the conference office here on campus. It's where I am right now! (No phone calls, so hey, free time.) Anyway, it's a job. I'm gettin' paid, sucka. So last Friday, I knew my first paycheck would be issued. I went down there on Friday, and sure enough, bam, paycheck. But something was off about it.

I came here the week before classes started to do paid training. I believe I had to fill out paperwork to get a stipend. I was told I was going to receive a heinously nice amount of money. (As a gentlewoman, I shall not mention how much.) I was anticipating this money pretty hard, 'cause there are things I want to buy. Need to buy. Sneakers, bathing suit, Cooking Mama for the DS, and I owe Chris some money. So y'know, I need the check.

Well, Friday I went down to the place where I pick up my check, and I get one. I open it, and it is for surprisingly less than what I expected. Where the hell is my stipend? I wanted to get into contact with a coworker of mine, but it slipped my mind.

I asked that coworker today, and she told me that she had gotten hers at the place where we were supposed to pick them up. I thought, "I went to get my check on 4:30 on Friday, maybe the kid who got my check overlooked my other one." My boss let me go over to the place where we get our checks, and it wasn't there. I went to the payroll office, and they said it was either sent to my house or sent to my dorm.

My mom called me Sunday night to check in. She told me what mail I had. Nothing for me from UMass. The check must be in my mailbox.

For some time I've been trying to open up my mailbox with my dorm key. No one ever told me I was supposed to have a mail key. I never received one when I checked in. My roommate has hers. I went back to my dorm and asked my roommate if she could get me into mine, and she told me about the mail key.

I went downstairs to the RA's office. No RAs. I went to the RD's office. The RD was in a meeting, but told me that he doesn't deal with mail anyway. Great!

On my way back to work (oh yeah, I was clocked in this whole time.), I called my mom to double check. On the main road to my office, maybe 2/3 of the way there, I realize I don't have my freaking UMass Pass. That thing gets me into my building, and food in the residents cafeteria. I need it. I started walking back to my dorm. I called my roomie, and asked her if she saw it on my desk. She said no, so I asked if she could let me in. I looked for it on the way back, didn't see it. I go to the mail counter in the lobby, 'cause in the past I've set it down there. Not there. I go to the dorm, not there. I go back out, and the desk attendant was like, "Hey, having trouble?" I explained the check and the key to her, and then the UMass Pass thing. She had my pass. I dropped it, so they gave it to her. Thank God.

This all happened over the span of an hour, and when I got back to my office, I was jittery and shot. I got a phone call, but nothing in my voice gave me away. Then the captain of the police force on campus came in and started teasing me. He is a large man. He was very close to me, and was asking me why I was cowering. Hello? I'm not in the right mindset, and he's huge. He's the kind of guy who doesn't let men give women any crap, though. He said, "When a man starts getting close to you, take care of business" or something like that. Gahhhh.

The rest of my time has been fine, and I'm being shooed out.

More later,
~*The Pie

College life.

Howdy kids! I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long. I have been all kinds of ridiculously busy with starting school and work.

The week before classes started, I had work training. Two days with campus services, and three days with my office, the conference office. The campus was very quiet and pleasant. The kids that were there were there because they were international, on sports teams, or there for the leadership symposium that my friend was running. Very, very quiet. That's how I generally like things.

My job in the conference office is pretty alright. Take phone calls, book rooms, make copies, and when the time comes, file things. I don't mind that too hard. My only problem is that my hearing somewhat sucks, so when people call, I occasionally have to have them repeat things, and they get irritated. I'm also forgetful. I need to write the following on a sticky for myself,

Full Name
Organization
How many people/what room
Time
Special requests
Number

I always forget one of those, and I feel like such a jerk for it. It takes away from my performance, and I can't stand it.

I work Tuesdays and Thursdays, 1-4. I sit at the front desk in the office, usually reading stuff on Something Awful. *shrug*

A week ago I went to see Jimmy Buffett with my buddy Paul and some of his friends. It was a unique experience. There were a few firsts and hopefully lasts that night, but I won't go into detail. Hopefully, someday, looking back, I'll write it off as a learning experience.

Man, Ben Folds is good music to be wistful to.

Anyway.

I'm taking five classes. Biology, English, French, Sociology, and Psychology. None of my professors have outright impressed me, but I don't hate any of them. Four out of five know what they're talking about. But the one that doesn't seem to know what she's doing makes me dread for the class. Eh, I dread for that class anyway. =/

My homework's manageable for the moment. I can't complain. A lot of reading, mostly, but it's interesting.

For the last three nights in a row, I've been smoking from the hookah, and it's been crazy. Very enjoyable. We have raspberry, cola, and spearmint flavored shishas. (Shisha is flavored tobacco, not a cannabinoid. It's completely legal, fun, and delicious.)

That's pretty much everything for now.

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~*The Pie

The Aquabats!

They put on another friggin' amazing concert. They never fail, I swear. They're always energetic and fun.

But, even better, I wore my Bat Pie costume. (I'll uh, link it or something when I'm on the lappy.) Once I was in full costume and in the Avalon, I was getting handshakes and high fives. I was AWESOME, my friends. Hopefully, with ever person I made hand contact with, it will spread the love and caring that Bat Pie promotes. [/smarm] Truly though, I felt important and respected as someone awesome, not just myself. It was amazing.

Even more amazing was where I was during The Aquabats' set! Our group sneakity sneaked its way to the front but on the right (stage left). I stood on some stairs the whole time, but was in perfect view of the band 'cept Ricky Fitness. (Given. Drum kit in the way.) But! Best of all, I could make clear eye contact with Jimmy the Robot, and oh how I did. We made plenty of eye contact during the show. He was making happy little comments throughout the show, too. Friggin' amazing.

To top it all, though, Andie (Chris' younger sister) and I tooooootally shook hands with Jimmy! *fangasm* (Andie and I are pretty sure it was him, at least. Too small to be Crash, no mustache.) Seriously, after the show, there was some kind of exchange that I forgot, but he passed by us and shook our hands. I think he liked my costume. :D Most people did. I just wish I could've spread my word more. Ish. Brief encounters, what can I do.

I kinda wish I could send The Aquabats! an e-mail saying that Bat Pie thanks them, and to buy Chris Partida (the guy working the merch table) many, many beers for putting up with people after the show. I said to my Chris, "I love concerts, everyone's a big family!" and this guy said, "And I'm the angry stepfather." I couldn't help but laugh. This guy deserves a beer or some show of gratitude. I wish I had more time to just like, hug this guy or something.

I'm on a mission to be nicer to working folk. They appreciate it more when they deal with friendly, compliant customers.

After, five of us, myself included, went to Uno's. (My first time there.) It was good! The hostess recognized that we just went to see The Aquabats! and said she wished she could have gone. Totally unexpected! She also said that her boyfriend would be pissed that he missed it. Well, after dinner, we passed by her. She said she talked to her boyfriend, and he said he was disappointed that I wasn't wearing a purple suit under my cape. I apologized. :P

Dinner was good. Beer battered onion rings, some of Chris' crab 'n shrimp fondue, some potato, some nacho, and some "deep-dish" ice cream. (A cookie baked in a deep-dish pan topped with a scoop of ice cream. Holy crap.)

I have more stories about before getting there, but I wanna go upstairs, watch some "Futurama", play Big Brain Academy, and unwind.

All in all, tonight was an astounding night.

More later,
~*Pie

Torturously sick.

I feel like I'm on the verge of throwing up. My stomach is really acting up. My back is sore. I really want to go back to sleep, and get some good rest for the rest of the day, but it sounds like a distant dream. I sat in front of the toilet, and I felt a little better, though nothing happened. I move away from it, I instantly feel ill. OH MAN. I just remembered Chris has nausea tabs on top of his fridge. Lemme look.

La famille keeps a bunch of medicines up on top of their fridge, and I remember his mom telling me that they would be up there for future reference. Holy crap, I don't know if I've ever felt more relieved about that. Urf, the box says to take two tablets. I'm gonna see how one feels. They're cherry and slightly disgusting, but this is far from the worst I could be doing about it.

I wished I had known about these tablets a long time ago. I have so many nausea problems with my stomach. :( It's probably part of why I'm so thin. I've been better in recent years, but you can still feel my ribs too easily. (But now we can't see them!)

Got distracted. I'm feeling a little better.

I'm going to see The Aquabats! tonight. :) Glee!

More later,
~*Pie

Home.

Yesterday I left my house for the last time. (Well, OK, not really, but the last time that it's where I live. Ya dig?) I'm in Massachusetts for good. :) I move into my dorm on Sunday. Strangely, no one's told me ANYTHING about moving in, and I'm hella worried. I need to look into this for myself. No one's telling me things. :(

The last couple of days were spent packing and taking care of some last minute stuff. I got a state ID (non-driver) and checking account. I got a fish vase, some gravel, and a fake plant. (I'm getting a male Betta fish and naming him Orbit.) I got a pair of boots for the eventual rain and snow. They're extremely comfy.

Packing sucks. I've forgotten so many things. Nail clippers, my manners book, Chris' George Carlin book, prom pictures (for Chris and me), my digital camera, my video camera, my razer, all kinds of miscellaneous crap. I packed my contacts, I'll need the fluid. I don't remember whether I packed my college journal into my backpack. I need more pencils and pens. (That's on me, I guess.) Just enough to bug me. So I have to call my mom and have her look into some of this stuff. So much of what I packed was clothing. I never really considered myself being bad about having too much clothing, but oh my God! I think I filled four boxes. T-shirts, blouses, tank tops, night shirts, shorts, jeans, skirts, socks, underwear, robes, etc. I just remembered I forgot to pack my underwear, bras, and a swimsuit. Cripes. Jeez, when I call my mom, I'm going to have to look back here. (Note to self: Simpsons book.)

My brother sent me off right. I spent a few hours with his friends. My friends here welcomed me right. Hookah! We smoked kiwi and mint chocolate. I think I might have smoked more of the mint chocolate. (NTS: Shower puff) Last night, I was literally laying on the floor, smoking by myself from the hookah. Chris and our friend Derek went outside, Alex and Kevin were on the computer or something. We all ended up watching Brad Neely cartoons on www.superdeluxe.com. Seriously, check them out. They are REALLY funny. I'd say, though, don't watch it if you're under 13. There is a lot of swearing and inappropriate stuff. (See: Bible History #1.)

Tomorrow night, a bunch of us are going to see The Aquabats! I'm so excited. It's my second time seeing them. I'm going in costume, as Bat Pie. I can't stress it enough, I'm really excited. It's going to rock. (NTS: Tooth brush and flosser, pinstripe jacket, ties) Oh no, I'm stuck writing in a different color. Crap. Sorry kids.

I gotta go wake up Chris anyway.

More later,
~*Pie

Good news and bad news.

Howdy! Aren't you just amazed that I'm updating my blog again so soon? I am.

Well, that's because I have news! I'll give you the bad news first.

I'm ill! I don't have a fever, and I'm not vomiting, so that's cool. Still, I'm on an antibiotic and today's just been uncomfortable. I'm hella capable, I just don't want to be on my laptop. So I've been on my dad's computer a little. Playing Puzzle Pirates helps take my mind off of the pain. Also, of course, I've been checking my facebook almost religiously. Anyway, I'll be feeling fine by the end of the week. :)

Now for the good news!

I got my real housing information! I'm in a cool residence hall. There are balconies, and they might be open! And my roommate and I might have one! I think that would be pretty awesome. I also got information about who my roommate is. She doesn't have a facebook, and I don't know what her e-mail is! Thankfully they include her phone number. I'm guessing it's her house number. Ah well. So I think I'll give her a call tomorrow, if I can. We need to talk about like, who's bringin' what, and whether she snores, stuff like that. I'm wondering when she'll get the information about me, though. Hm. I also feel bad that she'll have to call long distance to talk to me. So I'll probably call her. I'm excited. :)

I'm going camping this weekend. My mom and I are going out to the campsite on Saturday, and coming back Sunday. I get to sleep in the van! :D Seriously, there's no way in hell I'm sleeping in a hot little camper with my two parents snoring all ding-damned night. So I'll sleep in my dad's van, and listen to music to fall asleep. I've done it before, and aside from the fact that it's hella cramped, I'll be fine.

Wow, I let this go for a while. Whoops.

Well then.

More later,
~*Pie

The internet thinks I'm ugly.

:smith:

At least it was posted on 4/20. ;)

This isn't the first time members of Something Awful have seen me as ugly. They tried photoshopping me. In all of their attempts, they basically butchered my face. What does that say about messing with (near) perfection? ;) (I'll get a link for you if I can.)

Goons see one or two pictures that are flawed, and automatically think you're ugly. They jump to conclusions almost as quickly as they'd pounce on a sale of Mountain Dew, Funyuns, and Cheetos. What the don't see is stuff like this.



These people that run it don't even post pictures of themselves, as far as I know, which I find to be completely unfair. What right do they have to make fun of someone (who probably doesn't even look bad, look at the other entries) when they don't even show what they look like? Goons are notoriously fat, neckbearded, and zitty. Clearly, I go against that standard. So why point me out?

Individual goons are really cool people, I've found. But collectively, goons are assholes.

I guess this is what I get for putting pictures of myself on the internet. But y'know why I do? Because I'm no longer afraid of how I look. Something else that the mass majority of goons doesn't know is that I suffer from depression, and it's taken me a LONG time to accept the way I look. (I'm not about to change it.) I can at least say that I'm comfortable with how I look.

It's just pathetic that people judge so easily these days. Goons talk to me, and find my online company enjoyable. *shrug* To me, and I wish this is how it was for more people, appearance means very little. What truly matters is personality. (I'm not trying to hide behind this.) Because it's been my experience that the best looking people tend to be assholes. Not always, but tend to be. So why bother with them?

I could go on and on. I want to make a thread to set the record straight, but then it'd look like me fishing for compliments, which isn't the case at all! I still don't know how to take a damn compliment! I want to put this post out there on a more grand scale, but unless it happens through word of mouth, it won't.

Know a person for something more than their face.

OK! Now that I'm done being angry (thanks lexapro!) I have a spot of good news! I got my housing information today! Finally! :D As it stands, I'm in Roberts 204B-2. I still don't have my roommate information, but that'll be coming along soon. I just need to call in on Monday and confirm that that's my room, and that I'll be moving in on August 26th.

Ha ha, I also finish out therapy next Friday. :) Looking forward to that.

Alright, I'm good for now. I'll update as my worthless news comes.

More later,
~*Pie