The record store OWNS me. Honest. I bought 2 CD's today, and it cost 27 dollars! And I had a ten percent off coupon, too! Bleh.... I need to start curbing my spending or something....
On the bright side, Rocking The Suburbs by Ben Folds and Clarity by Jimmy Eat World are pretty good so far, so at least I didn't flush my money down the turlet. (I mispell toilet to give a sense of whimsey)
Sunday, September 30, 2001
Oh, here's mine and my friend's new message board!
(So we can have slanging matches w/o messing up our guestbook anymore :P)
New Beepingshire, bay-bee!
(So we can have slanging matches w/o messing up our guestbook anymore :P)
New Beepingshire, bay-bee!
I love how british people talk.
"Hmm... I have a new guestbook (yay), so now me and Angry can have slanging matches in MINE instead of HERS."
Listen, spork girl! I dictate where and when we "slang!"
"Hmm... I have a new guestbook (yay), so now me and Angry can have slanging matches in MINE instead of HERS."
Listen, spork girl! I dictate where and when we "slang!"
Saturday, September 29, 2001
3. I'm baaaaaaaaaack! Anyhoo, my day was full of poking and prodding.
Intrigued? Basically, I tried on maid of honor dresses for my sister's wedding. The one I picked was maroon. So it would go with the napkins at the reception place.
It's sad when the whole reason you get a dress is because it matches some napkins :P
Heh...thanks to gut holder inners, I managed to fit into a 6! Wow! (I'm usually double that) My sis was all jealous, cos her dress was sizes bigger. But she felt better when I revealed to her the whole reason is because she has a better rack than mine. But she was still sad. But she shouldn't be. Geez people care too much about "fatness."
Yes, I realize I'm a hypocrite for saying that after getting a gut holder inner :P
Anyhoo, despite the fact that I can't breathe in it because of the gut holder inner, I like the dress.
One thing was irritating though. People kept laughing at me for saying "cute" things. Like.... "You wear a bigger dress cos your boobs are bigger than mine." And calling the gut holder inner a gut holder inner. And...."we're not buying it now, we're putting it on hold in case I get fatter." And, "Do I really have to stand up straight the whole time?" I felt like a little kid.
Oh, and funnily enough...... I saw my student teacher from Advanced Computer Applications second semester Senior year there, she's getting married. It was weird, I had to call her Miss (her last name). Don't you think that's weird?
Intrigued? Basically, I tried on maid of honor dresses for my sister's wedding. The one I picked was maroon. So it would go with the napkins at the reception place.
It's sad when the whole reason you get a dress is because it matches some napkins :P
Heh...thanks to gut holder inners, I managed to fit into a 6! Wow! (I'm usually double that) My sis was all jealous, cos her dress was sizes bigger. But she felt better when I revealed to her the whole reason is because she has a better rack than mine. But she was still sad. But she shouldn't be. Geez people care too much about "fatness."
Yes, I realize I'm a hypocrite for saying that after getting a gut holder inner :P
Anyhoo, despite the fact that I can't breathe in it because of the gut holder inner, I like the dress.
One thing was irritating though. People kept laughing at me for saying "cute" things. Like.... "You wear a bigger dress cos your boobs are bigger than mine." And calling the gut holder inner a gut holder inner. And...."we're not buying it now, we're putting it on hold in case I get fatter." And, "Do I really have to stand up straight the whole time?" I felt like a little kid.
Oh, and funnily enough...... I saw my student teacher from Advanced Computer Applications second semester Senior year there, she's getting married. It was weird, I had to call her Miss (her last name). Don't you think that's weird?
Well, I actually have quite a lot to blog about today, I guess.
1. My favoritest british person that ever lived (except for Winston Churchill, he rocked ass!) FINALLY got her browser working, so she's been posting in my guestbook and she made her own blog!
2. Uhm, I'm going to finish this post later, my dad came home with KFC and I'm huuuuuungreeeeeeeee
1. My favoritest british person that ever lived (except for Winston Churchill, he rocked ass!) FINALLY got her browser working, so she's been posting in my guestbook and she made her own blog!
2. Uhm, I'm going to finish this post later, my dad came home with KFC and I'm huuuuuungreeeeeeeee
Oh, btw: I'd like to make a "comments" section, but I'm too dumb to do so, so just go to my guestbook and write something. *points over to the left, under the "powered by blogger doo hickey"
Aaaaaaaand, you'll get a reply from non other than the Angry White Girl herself!
_I_ think it's an uber cool idea
Aaaaaaaand, you'll get a reply from non other than the Angry White Girl herself!
_I_ think it's an uber cool idea
Dammit! I hate my template! I should chuck it all and make a new one, but i'm too lazy.
First of all the layout sucks.
2nd of all, my colors look good on an LCD screen, but it looks all army-y on regular monitors
I'm going to marry him and make him do my template. And my friend is going to marry him and make him do her template. Then, we're going to dump them as soon as our blogs look good. We're such users :P
First of all the layout sucks.
2nd of all, my colors look good on an LCD screen, but it looks all army-y on regular monitors
I'm going to marry him and make him do my template. And my friend is going to marry him and make him do her template. Then, we're going to dump them as soon as our blogs look good. We're such users :P
Friday, September 28, 2001
Thursday, September 27, 2001
Heh... I just spent 4 hours in the libary (I spell it wrong to give the impression of whimsey). Why? To avoid the neighbors. It sucks that my parents pay all this money for this freezing cold hole, and I can't even live in it. Aaaaaaand, I paid for this computer, and the hardline connection, and I can't stand to stay in the room to use it half the time.
Noisy Neighbors (Reprise)
Well... the issue of the neighbors has come to a head, and I think I'm going to cry. (Read my Sept. 20 post)
See, all the RA could do is create a schedule for when they could blast their music. Only.....it's less of a schedule, and more of a generalization. They can play their music however the hell loud they want to, any time of the day except for night, and at night, they get to play their music juuuuust loud enough to keep me up all night because I sleep against that wall, have very sensitive hearing and am a raving insomniac. And geez, its not as if I'm not trying. I do wear headphones, turn up the fan as loud as possible, and wear headphones.
Speaking of headphones, they refuse to wear them, because then they can't dance. Screw that!
And, they're pissed that they have to cut back that much.
And, they act like me and my roommate are the immature ones.
And, this is actually worse than before, because I can't even go over and ask them to keep it down anymore.
I folded, I guess. But my roommate, as my friend Talia says, "didn't have the balls to back me up," and I didn't want to be the bitchy one who wouldn't compromise. *sigh*
Right this moment, I'm being treated to a thru the wall version of N'Stink's "Pop." I'm trying to turn up the Everclear loud enough to block it out, but unless I turn it up to "it'll give me a headache" range, that's not going to happen. I guess I'm lucky I'm not getting a headache from "Pop" itself yet.
Bleh....pity me
Well... the issue of the neighbors has come to a head, and I think I'm going to cry. (Read my Sept. 20 post)
See, all the RA could do is create a schedule for when they could blast their music. Only.....it's less of a schedule, and more of a generalization. They can play their music however the hell loud they want to, any time of the day except for night, and at night, they get to play their music juuuuust loud enough to keep me up all night because I sleep against that wall, have very sensitive hearing and am a raving insomniac. And geez, its not as if I'm not trying. I do wear headphones, turn up the fan as loud as possible, and wear headphones.
Speaking of headphones, they refuse to wear them, because then they can't dance. Screw that!
And, they're pissed that they have to cut back that much.
And, they act like me and my roommate are the immature ones.
And, this is actually worse than before, because I can't even go over and ask them to keep it down anymore.
I folded, I guess. But my roommate, as my friend Talia says, "didn't have the balls to back me up," and I didn't want to be the bitchy one who wouldn't compromise. *sigh*
Right this moment, I'm being treated to a thru the wall version of N'Stink's "Pop." I'm trying to turn up the Everclear loud enough to block it out, but unless I turn it up to "it'll give me a headache" range, that's not going to happen. I guess I'm lucky I'm not getting a headache from "Pop" itself yet.
Bleh....pity me
Wednesday, September 26, 2001
When did my dormitory become SIBERIA?? It is FREEZING in here. As I write this, I'm wearing two shirts, and I have my quilt wrapped around me. And, to make matters worse, the bathroom is even FREEZINGER than my room. I took a shower this morning, and almost got hypothermia! Granted, it's colder outside, but this is suposed to be the "hi tech" dorm. I'd think that'd include.....oh.....I don't know......heating? :P
Oh well. All last year I bitched and moaned about how hot it was. I like it cold better than hot, cos I can always put more and more clothing on. After awhile, if it's hot, you run out of resources :P
Oh well. All last year I bitched and moaned about how hot it was. I like it cold better than hot, cos I can always put more and more clothing on. After awhile, if it's hot, you run out of resources :P
Well, it's registration time again here at ISU. And I'm scared. Real scared. See, I always get screwed over when I try to register. The first time, I ended up in an Ag class, for heaven's sake. And, it was a traumatizing process. And my idiot of an advisor was no help. And it scares me--he's the head of the department. Well, anyhoo, the second time I had to register was even more traumatic. So, I thought to illustrate it by posting an e-mail I sent to some of my friends during registration last year.
3 emails, actually. Cos it took three days...... :P
Registration Frustrations Vol II
I tried to register for next semester's classes today. I can sum up the process in one word: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHRRRRRGGG!!!!!!!!
Now, I will sum up the process in many words.
1. During Spring Break, I made sure that I knew exactly what classes I wanted, and when they were, mapped it out, planned contingencies and everything, so hopefully I wouldn't have a repeat of last semester. All this planning turned out to be USELESS.
2. The first class I try to register for is the English class that my stupid advisor said was so great, and that I had all of the pre reqs for, but was WRONG. Now that I do have the pre reqs, I thought I would try again. But to no avail. This class was closed. I'm irritated at this point.
3. I decide to move on, and choose a different english class later. I attempt to register for "Genetics and Society." I get a message that I do not have the pre reqs for it. I picked this course specifically because it was one of the few in its category that I DID have the pre reqs for. (the reason I was lacking the pre req for so many classes in this category is because my IDIOT advisor told me last semester that I didnt' need to take the quantative reasoning category in the middle core. He was WRONG.
4. I try to move on. I go for "History of East Asia," one of the few courses I AM excited about. It tells me I don't have the pre reqs. GRRRR
5. My remaining two courses go smoothly
6. I re-look up my courses to make sure I have the requirements. All they require is that I have my inner core finished. I am pretty sure I have my inner core finished. I think, "Gee, they must not have counted my AP credit, the bums! I'm always asking them if they have that entered in the computer or wherever, and I'm never sure if they are"
7. I call up my sister to ask advice about the other courses
8. She tells me to either call up Julian Hall or the Honors Program
8. I call up the honors program. I attempt to explain the problem on their answering machine. I end up being pretty long winded, and the answering machine cuts me off right in the middle of my phone number
9. I attempt to call back, numerous times, but the line is busy.
10. I call Julian Hall. I get a guy who sounds not too bright. He tells me to talk to the honors program.
11. I call up my sister for advice
12. She says I should go to the honors program building. Incidently, that is the farthest spot away from me on campus, except for my WONDERFUL ag class.
13. I set off for the honors program building.
14. I get there
15. I walk in
16. The lady at the desk wants to know what I want
17. I say I'm having registration difficulties
18. She says "Welcome to the club," rather snottily.
19. This comment just makes my day. I think this is the same wierd woman who wouldn't explain why my honors appointment didn't count, last time.
20. She tells me that the computer is messed up and I'll have to register tomorrow. She doesn't even want to know the details of my problem.
21. I go back to my dorm. I put on some soothing music. The tape I used is stoped, and all the magnetic tape is hanging out, and it's tangled in the magnetic head of the stereo. My roommate's brand new stereo that she got for her birthday. I can't get it out.
21. ..........continued tomorrow, no doubt
Registration Frustrations Vol II (cont.)
23. I try to register again today
24. This does not work
25. Why? Because "Phylis" (Lady who told me welcome to the club, and who told me everything would be alright today) is stupid. I was worried when she wouldn't even listen to my problem yesterday before giving me a solution, and it turns out that these worries were well founded.
26. I call the honors office. They eventually connect me to someone who actually has half an idea of what she's doing.
27. She tells me to call someone in the registrar's office.
28. I do so. This woman explains to me that they lost my AP credit.
29. I am not amused. My IDIOT of an advisor assured me repeadedly last semester that they had my credit. Did I mention that this guy is an IDIOT? Every thing he has ever said has been wrong. "You don't need quantative reasing. You have all the pre reqs. Sure your AP credit is right here. I'm a stupid incompetant person, which is especially frightening, considering that I am head of the department. If I knew who Mrs. Petrotte was, I could safely say I am even more incompetant than her, that's how incompetant I am." Okay, the last two statements are true. Maybe that's because HE never said them.
30. The lady tells me I have to get the AP people to send ISu another copy, or to get my original copy and give it to them.
31. I call up my mom, and she actually has to get my AP results and bring it to me here.
32. Then, I wolf down some cheese fries because I need to eat SOMETHING before I embark on my wonderful journey, and I won't have time after the aforesaid "journey" because I have stupid boring geology soon.
33. I make a copy of the results, because they make you give them the original. This means if they ever lose it again, I'll be able to do nothing about it. ISU pretty much sucks. Actually, there was a tour going thru again, and I wanted to shout at them, "Never go here! They screw me over every tiem I try to register for classes. I'm in an AG class for the dear lord's sake! And last semester is nothing to what they've done to me this semester! NEVER GO HERE!" It was a large temptation.
34. So, I set off for Julian Hall. It's right next to the honors office, which, as a said, is practically the farthest point away from my dorm on campus, except for ag. Lovely
35. I go there, she takes my thing, and says soon I'll be able to register. If not
36. It's been a couple hours, and, as of yet, I still can't register for either class.
37. I'll probably have to go to the individual departments and get overrides or something. Why does ISU hate me? Why am I screwed over every time I register? Grrrrrrr........
Amy.
Stay tuned for more registration frustrations, I'm sure they're coming
Day 3 of the Registration Crisis
I forgot what number I was on, so I'm starting again at one. Oh, and I sure hope that the stupid, annoying, irritating, e-mail program didn't cut off the last two (like it tends to do to long e-mails) because you will be lost. Anyhoo...........here I go:
1. I get up, and am like, "Well, let's see how ISU has screwed me today.
2. I try to register for my classes, but apparently they haven't entered my AP info yet, despite the woman's assurances that it would be in in a few hours (this was said yesterday)
3. I call up the honors office
4. They tell me to call the registrar's office
5. The registrar's office tells me to call the honors office
6. I call the honors office and ask for my FOOL of an advisor
7. He's busy mis-advising some other poor sap. Actually, according to the time I called, and the fact that my poor roommate had an appointment with the guy (I told her not to listen to him, and thankfully she hasn't), she's prolly the poor sap he was talking to.
8. I go to history class, my problem unresolved
9. The person I had talked to on the phone was actually competant! (I wonder what she's doing at ISU) I come back to a phone message that my problems have been resolved. I log in, and they have been resolved! Yay! It makes me happy! It is sad how much glee I have when I find someone who is actually competant. I actually called the honors office back to thank her. She was nice to me too. She's like the anti-phyllis! Yay! So happy now! And it was a nice day out too, which improves my mood. Yay!
Amy
Oh, and now I'm taking:
Statistical something or other
History of East Asia
Genetics and Society
Experiencing music (Yes, I've finally gotten my music appreciation class! :P)
Texts and Contexts: Literary Traditions (I know it's an english class, but I'm not sure what it's about. It was kind of a last-minute substitute for this honors one that I hear has a really cool teacher but that was full)
Oh, and thanks to my irritation, I have come up with many new mottos for ISU that I find amusing, so I think I'm going to send you guys next :P
Amy
Mebbe someday I'll share the mottos with you too. Heh...probably after I get screwed over registering THIS semester :P
3 emails, actually. Cos it took three days...... :P
Registration Frustrations Vol II
I tried to register for next semester's classes today. I can sum up the process in one word: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHRRRRRGGG!!!!!!!!
Now, I will sum up the process in many words.
1. During Spring Break, I made sure that I knew exactly what classes I wanted, and when they were, mapped it out, planned contingencies and everything, so hopefully I wouldn't have a repeat of last semester. All this planning turned out to be USELESS.
2. The first class I try to register for is the English class that my stupid advisor said was so great, and that I had all of the pre reqs for, but was WRONG. Now that I do have the pre reqs, I thought I would try again. But to no avail. This class was closed. I'm irritated at this point.
3. I decide to move on, and choose a different english class later. I attempt to register for "Genetics and Society." I get a message that I do not have the pre reqs for it. I picked this course specifically because it was one of the few in its category that I DID have the pre reqs for. (the reason I was lacking the pre req for so many classes in this category is because my IDIOT advisor told me last semester that I didnt' need to take the quantative reasoning category in the middle core. He was WRONG.
4. I try to move on. I go for "History of East Asia," one of the few courses I AM excited about. It tells me I don't have the pre reqs. GRRRR
5. My remaining two courses go smoothly
6. I re-look up my courses to make sure I have the requirements. All they require is that I have my inner core finished. I am pretty sure I have my inner core finished. I think, "Gee, they must not have counted my AP credit, the bums! I'm always asking them if they have that entered in the computer or wherever, and I'm never sure if they are"
7. I call up my sister to ask advice about the other courses
8. She tells me to either call up Julian Hall or the Honors Program
8. I call up the honors program. I attempt to explain the problem on their answering machine. I end up being pretty long winded, and the answering machine cuts me off right in the middle of my phone number
9. I attempt to call back, numerous times, but the line is busy.
10. I call Julian Hall. I get a guy who sounds not too bright. He tells me to talk to the honors program.
11. I call up my sister for advice
12. She says I should go to the honors program building. Incidently, that is the farthest spot away from me on campus, except for my WONDERFUL ag class.
13. I set off for the honors program building.
14. I get there
15. I walk in
16. The lady at the desk wants to know what I want
17. I say I'm having registration difficulties
18. She says "Welcome to the club," rather snottily.
19. This comment just makes my day. I think this is the same wierd woman who wouldn't explain why my honors appointment didn't count, last time.
20. She tells me that the computer is messed up and I'll have to register tomorrow. She doesn't even want to know the details of my problem.
21. I go back to my dorm. I put on some soothing music. The tape I used is stoped, and all the magnetic tape is hanging out, and it's tangled in the magnetic head of the stereo. My roommate's brand new stereo that she got for her birthday. I can't get it out.
21. ..........continued tomorrow, no doubt
Registration Frustrations Vol II (cont.)
23. I try to register again today
24. This does not work
25. Why? Because "Phylis" (Lady who told me welcome to the club, and who told me everything would be alright today) is stupid. I was worried when she wouldn't even listen to my problem yesterday before giving me a solution, and it turns out that these worries were well founded.
26. I call the honors office. They eventually connect me to someone who actually has half an idea of what she's doing.
27. She tells me to call someone in the registrar's office.
28. I do so. This woman explains to me that they lost my AP credit.
29. I am not amused. My IDIOT of an advisor assured me repeadedly last semester that they had my credit. Did I mention that this guy is an IDIOT? Every thing he has ever said has been wrong. "You don't need quantative reasing. You have all the pre reqs. Sure your AP credit is right here. I'm a stupid incompetant person, which is especially frightening, considering that I am head of the department. If I knew who Mrs. Petrotte was, I could safely say I am even more incompetant than her, that's how incompetant I am." Okay, the last two statements are true. Maybe that's because HE never said them.
30. The lady tells me I have to get the AP people to send ISu another copy, or to get my original copy and give it to them.
31. I call up my mom, and she actually has to get my AP results and bring it to me here.
32. Then, I wolf down some cheese fries because I need to eat SOMETHING before I embark on my wonderful journey, and I won't have time after the aforesaid "journey" because I have stupid boring geology soon.
33. I make a copy of the results, because they make you give them the original. This means if they ever lose it again, I'll be able to do nothing about it. ISU pretty much sucks. Actually, there was a tour going thru again, and I wanted to shout at them, "Never go here! They screw me over every tiem I try to register for classes. I'm in an AG class for the dear lord's sake! And last semester is nothing to what they've done to me this semester! NEVER GO HERE!" It was a large temptation.
34. So, I set off for Julian Hall. It's right next to the honors office, which, as a said, is practically the farthest point away from my dorm on campus, except for ag. Lovely
35. I go there, she takes my thing, and says soon I'll be able to register. If not
36. It's been a couple hours, and, as of yet, I still can't register for either class.
37. I'll probably have to go to the individual departments and get overrides or something. Why does ISU hate me? Why am I screwed over every time I register? Grrrrrrr........
Amy.
Stay tuned for more registration frustrations, I'm sure they're coming
Day 3 of the Registration Crisis
I forgot what number I was on, so I'm starting again at one. Oh, and I sure hope that the stupid, annoying, irritating, e-mail program didn't cut off the last two (like it tends to do to long e-mails) because you will be lost. Anyhoo...........here I go:
1. I get up, and am like, "Well, let's see how ISU has screwed me today.
2. I try to register for my classes, but apparently they haven't entered my AP info yet, despite the woman's assurances that it would be in in a few hours (this was said yesterday)
3. I call up the honors office
4. They tell me to call the registrar's office
5. The registrar's office tells me to call the honors office
6. I call the honors office and ask for my FOOL of an advisor
7. He's busy mis-advising some other poor sap. Actually, according to the time I called, and the fact that my poor roommate had an appointment with the guy (I told her not to listen to him, and thankfully she hasn't), she's prolly the poor sap he was talking to.
8. I go to history class, my problem unresolved
9. The person I had talked to on the phone was actually competant! (I wonder what she's doing at ISU) I come back to a phone message that my problems have been resolved. I log in, and they have been resolved! Yay! It makes me happy! It is sad how much glee I have when I find someone who is actually competant. I actually called the honors office back to thank her. She was nice to me too. She's like the anti-phyllis! Yay! So happy now! And it was a nice day out too, which improves my mood. Yay!
Amy
Oh, and now I'm taking:
Statistical something or other
History of East Asia
Genetics and Society
Experiencing music (Yes, I've finally gotten my music appreciation class! :P)
Texts and Contexts: Literary Traditions (I know it's an english class, but I'm not sure what it's about. It was kind of a last-minute substitute for this honors one that I hear has a really cool teacher but that was full)
Oh, and thanks to my irritation, I have come up with many new mottos for ISU that I find amusing, so I think I'm going to send you guys next :P
Amy
Mebbe someday I'll share the mottos with you too. Heh...probably after I get screwed over registering THIS semester :P
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
Well, it's wierd. I haven't had anything to rant about lately. I guess I did have a fight with my mom this weekend, but by the time I got around to blogging, it was pretty stale. I mean, I always complain about my mom holding grudges, I think waiting 3 days to blast her on the internet (she, of course, does not have the url to this page) is pretty much holding a grudge, myself. And I didn't really do anything else on the weekend except visit the symphony. And I didn't really do anything on monday except for class..... but I spose I could complain about that.....
My english prof is all old and senile. And, we're reading westerns, which is kind of boring. And no one else in the entire class EVER responds to his stupid questions, and he won't let class move on until someone does. So I answer them all, and look like a real dork. Monday was especially annoying because he was lecturing about passive voice vs. active voice, and he kept being like, "come on, they taught you this in fifth grade!" Geez, I don't know what his fifth grade is like, but mine wasn't like that. In fact, I sort of had an idea what passive voice was, but I'm a sophmore in college and no one has formally taught me what passive voice is (although I do admit my freshmen english teacher was incompetant, and I did duck out of LCR, the Senior grammar class at my high school) And, every time he said it, it went down, so he was finally like, "What did they teach you in first grade about passive voice?" Geez, if the lecture went on any longer, he probably would've been berating our preschool teachers.
Bleh. Pity me...
My english prof is all old and senile. And, we're reading westerns, which is kind of boring. And no one else in the entire class EVER responds to his stupid questions, and he won't let class move on until someone does. So I answer them all, and look like a real dork. Monday was especially annoying because he was lecturing about passive voice vs. active voice, and he kept being like, "come on, they taught you this in fifth grade!" Geez, I don't know what his fifth grade is like, but mine wasn't like that. In fact, I sort of had an idea what passive voice was, but I'm a sophmore in college and no one has formally taught me what passive voice is (although I do admit my freshmen english teacher was incompetant, and I did duck out of LCR, the Senior grammar class at my high school) And, every time he said it, it went down, so he was finally like, "What did they teach you in first grade about passive voice?" Geez, if the lecture went on any longer, he probably would've been berating our preschool teachers.
Bleh. Pity me...
Sunday, September 23, 2001
Irony and Symphony
Well....I think the happy pills are making my insomnia worse.
Sleep deprivation makes me mucho depressed....Plus the stomach pills are kind of making my tummy ache even more....
I'm marinating in the irony now
Anyhoo...I saw the symphony for my music appreciation course this afternoon. I found it pretty boring, I must be uncultured. To entertain myself, I kept imagining the conductor as bugs bunny, like in that one loony tunes episode. And checking out the guys playing the front instruments. The guy who plays double bass isn't half bad.
Well....I think the happy pills are making my insomnia worse.
Sleep deprivation makes me mucho depressed....Plus the stomach pills are kind of making my tummy ache even more....
I'm marinating in the irony now
Anyhoo...I saw the symphony for my music appreciation course this afternoon. I found it pretty boring, I must be uncultured. To entertain myself, I kept imagining the conductor as bugs bunny, like in that one loony tunes episode. And checking out the guys playing the front instruments. The guy who plays double bass isn't half bad.
Saturday, September 22, 2001
Wheee.... I'm posting this short post cos I feel guilty about not posting but I don't want to post a big post. And, I'm posting it for my friend "Little Pimp Daddy Steve." Little Pimp Daddy Steve is my british friend, she's looking at this from a school computer monitor. That's cos the stupid ho can't get her home computer to work!!!! (Yes, I am very abusive to my friends. My british friends, anyway ;) ). Fix your computer, sniffle pig!
Oh, and that mix tape is going to RAWK. It's going to kick ass! Or arse, if you want me to translate it for your british head.
Friday, September 21, 2001
Irritable Bowel Syndrome and Happy Juice
Hello. Happy Friday! I had a math teacher who used to say "happy friday" on fridays. The weird thing was, he did it on every day. But I liked it. He was one of the few math teachers I've ever had that I've actually liked.... (heh, read my below rant on "middle finger")
Well anyway....today started early. 7:00.... I had to wake up early for this doctor appointment, about my stomach. I swear, I've spent more time in the last year at the doctor's office than anyone should. I've taken all sorts of horrific tests, medications, etc, and they still don't know what's wrong with my stomach. Now they're putting me on some irritable bowel syndrome medication.
Yes, I know the last thing anyone wants to hear about is my bowels, but that's too bad. This is my b log, and keep your damn opinions to yourself! Just kidding. But seriously, if you don't want to hear about my bowels, you shouldn't be reading this post :D Do you know what gets me most about being told I have irritable bowel syndrome? That's what our dog Pepper had before we had to put him to sleep. Seriously, I'm not making this up...... Hopefully, though, they won't put me to sleep :D
And here's the weirdest thing: They're also putting me on anti depressants. For my stomach. Here's the "logic:" Nervous stomach=stress=anti depressants take away stress=I'm cured. We'll see.
And they gave me all this literature on depression and irritable bowel syndrome. It's really sad, now it's lying around in my dorm room, I look like a depressed person with an irritable bowel. The irritable bowel one is especially funny... it says "Irritable Bowel Syndrome" in huge letters, and has this woman with a shopping cart on the front, and she has this cereal box that says "100% fiber" really big so that it stands out. It makes me laugh. But laughing makes my bowel irritable again and I have to run to the bathroom...... j/k. Really.
Maybe I won't be an angry white girl anymore once I'm on happy juice.... I'm scared
Thursday, September 20, 2001
Noisy Neighbors
Okay...here's another rant. I know I've already typed my intro and first rant already today (not to mention piddling about with my totally screwed up template for quite some time), but I'm like on fire, I have a lot of pent up rage about things right now. Probably why I chose the title "Angry White Girl." It also sort of reminds me of Ben Folds' (I'm a hard core Ben Folds Five fan, I've not heard much of Ben Folds' solo work yet, but I'm eagerly awaiting...) new song, "Rockin' the Suburbs." There's a line..."Y'all don't know what it's like/being male middle class and white." I think white people have a right to be angry too. Though minorities certainly have a right to be angry about stuff.
Anyhoo.... this rant has nothing to do with being black, white, or green with purple polka dots. It's about noise. My noisy neighbors, to be exact. You see, I live in a hamster-cage sized dorm room (exept without all the cool tubes) next to people who enjoy playing their music way too loud. Usually, it's the thumping bass that comes thru: the part most likely to make me get a migraine. Though, sometimes the lyrics and stuff come thru: the pop drivel they play over and over until I know all the words and it gets inside my head and drives me insane and i climb up the side of the building and pick people off in the street with an assault rifle...... Uh.... I mean.... it's just kind of annoying :P
But all of that stuff is old news..... Me and my roommate have asked them repeatedly to stop it, and they won't. Finally we went to the RA, but that didn't do overly much. Well, except getting them pissed at us. They harrassed my roommate (me too if I had actually been there, but I wasn't) by whacking the door or something. My roommate flipped out--I am mad they did it, and sad for her that she was there, but she's overreacting quite a bit.... Like, she won't shower in the afternoon anymore, because she's afraid they'll prank her, and so on. So we talked to the RA again. Basically, the RA's can't do diddly crap about anything... What we finally agreed to was create a schedule for when they can blast their music thru the wall and when they can't, so at least maybe we can study in peace. So my roommate and I wrote one up...and, almost a week later, the noisy neighbors still haven't gotten around to altering it or whatever, like they're sposed to. See, the reason they get to alter it, even though we were perfectly reasonable with the original schedule, is because the system screws me over every possible time. (I KNOW I'll eventually get around to the horrors of registration at ISU on this thing :P). And in the mean time, they're still being loud.....
And that stuff's still kind of old news... Today's news: They've been slamming the door all the time now, and furtherly have harrassed my roommate. (She's had the most direct confrontation with them...) She's very angry and annoyed--trying really hard to move, except the university's too crowded. If she comes to any solution, it will separate us, and I'll end up with some jerk no one wanted as a roommate, because that's the only sort of people moving around right now. I think she's overreacting, I think they're overreacting, I think I'm the only one with a level head. And that's not even true, because every time they blast "Hit Him Up" thru our wall loud enough for me to get a headache, I get almost homicidal. And STILL i'm the most calm one :P I can sort of see why my roommate's overreacting, but why are the noisy neighbors doing it? I mean, why is it so horrible to listen to music soft enough it doesn't go thru the walls? And if you really want to listen to loud music, why's it so difficult to wear headphones? They're cheap, they make it even louder, cos they blast it straight in your ear.....perfect solution!
Bleh.... Pity me!
Middle Finger
Well: here's my first rant. My stats class. Why I hate it?
1. It's long. Very long. An hour and a half, goodness gracious.
2. It's a math class, and I find math sooooo boring
3. My professor. He never shows us how to do math, he just goes around saying how useful it is. And his tests are essay tests. How screwed up is that? He graded me off on my handwriting for cripes sake. He also used to have a grading scale that it was harder to get a good grade--then, after the first test, he was like, "I just did it to scare the hell out of you, it's really the regular grading scale" Also, this isn't so much why I hate him, I actually think this is funny: he points to everything with his middle finger. It's quite disconcerting :P I refer to him as "middle finger" most of the time. Even in real life, where i'm not trying to give people pseudonyms
Anyhoo, I'm trying to drop the class, but it's not going very well. I called up the registrar, and they said I had to get some form from middle finger, but when I told him about it, he had no idea what I was talking about. So then I re-called up the registrar's office, and they're like, he should have the form. So then I was going to call him up and tell him that, but he's the only proffessor on earth that doesn't have his phone number on the syllabus. Bleh. I'm going to have to schlep over to his office some time......
Well: here's my first rant. My stats class. Why I hate it?
1. It's long. Very long. An hour and a half, goodness gracious.
2. It's a math class, and I find math sooooo boring
3. My professor. He never shows us how to do math, he just goes around saying how useful it is. And his tests are essay tests. How screwed up is that? He graded me off on my handwriting for cripes sake. He also used to have a grading scale that it was harder to get a good grade--then, after the first test, he was like, "I just did it to scare the hell out of you, it's really the regular grading scale" Also, this isn't so much why I hate him, I actually think this is funny: he points to everything with his middle finger. It's quite disconcerting :P I refer to him as "middle finger" most of the time. Even in real life, where i'm not trying to give people pseudonyms
Anyhoo, I'm trying to drop the class, but it's not going very well. I called up the registrar, and they said I had to get some form from middle finger, but when I told him about it, he had no idea what I was talking about. So then I re-called up the registrar's office, and they're like, he should have the form. So then I was going to call him up and tell him that, but he's the only proffessor on earth that doesn't have his phone number on the syllabus. Bleh. I'm going to have to schlep over to his office some time......
An Introduction to the Angry White Girl
I guess I should introduce myself. I am Phoe, and this is, obviously, my blog. Or else I'm a hacker or something that has managed to get into someone else's blog, and post this. But, although I have a lot of time on my hands, at least I've not sunk to that, this really is my blog. Well.....I'm a college student at ISU. I'm not really fond of it here, as my future posts will probably illustrate, but I can be glad I don't live in bosnia or something, that's for sure. At the time of this post (Sept 20, 2001) I am 19, and if you're reading years after this, hey, you can add, I'm not going to bother to update my intro. Well... until I've graduated. Then all the crap about ISU will probably have to go. Or be put into past tense, as in "My time at ISU greatly traumatized me." But that's awhile from now, I'm only a sophmore. I don't even know what my major is, much less what I'm going to do after school. *shivers* Okay, now I'm about to have a panic attack, time to talk about something else....
I am sort of a hermit, I don't really get out much. This probably because I'm not the most popular person in the world. Maybe it's because I tell it like it is, maybe it's because I'll do a darth vader impression at the drop of a hat, maybe it's just some weird cosmic coinky-dink, but it is true I have few friends here. I have a few aquaintences, and I'm really good friends with my roommate, I hang out with some of my old high school friends occaisionally, but that's about it.
As a consequence of this, I have a lot of time on my hands. Want to know what I do? Well...if you don't, too bad, why the hell are you reading this anyway? Anyway, I like to read, a lot. Although my thirst for literature has somewhat declined since I've gotten to college, because of the wealth of other reading I have to do. Also, I enjoy spending time on the computer, as if that isn't obvious. If you get some urge to e-mail me or add me to msn messenger, I'm tribble180@hotmail.com. My AIM SN is Phoemeister, and I do have ICQ, but I'm never on so whatever. My last, but not least, hobby is music. I looooove listening to music. Mainly rock, but I also enjoy a little bit of most everything.
Oh, and last but not least: about this blog. I think I'm going to use pseudonyms for most people, as to not hurt feelings. The friend of mine that was all like "you should make a blog!" does that, and it seems like a good idea. Also, I am not always as angry or whiney as this blog will sometimes reflect, because I intend to use it to vent when I'm pissed off at something, so I'm really not overly unbalanced, much as it may seem :P
What else is there about me? Hmm.... I don't know. I'm 5'6" and my shoe size is 6 or 7. Want any other info? E-mail me. (Ha, I bet no one wants to e-mail me :P)
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