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Soon I’ll lose myself February 27, 2006

My family is a family of “losers.” Haha, that was supposed to be a joke and now it seems really stupid, but I’m going to leave it up anyway. Friday Kyle came down and had to leave too soon Saturday so that he could go drink expensive wine and listen to jazz with the Russians. Then I looked for a $280 check from G-town that they gave me for my tuition refund. I was going to use it to pay my mom back on a bunch of stuff and start payment on Lindsey’s bridesmaid dress. But I looked everywhere and I couldn’t find it. I remember cleaning my room and finding it, and I thought I had put it some place where I wouldn’t lose it. Apparently I might have put it in the trash pile instead. I’m afraid to go ask the business office to print me a new one, but looks like I might have to.

Then I couldn’t get my iTrip, which Kyle got me for Christmas, to work, so I got really mad, and I wanted to listen to mad music but I didn’t have any except on my iPod which I couldn’t get to play through my car. Ironic.

I went home and caught up with my mom. We hadn’t talked because she had dropped her cell phone in the toilet (for the 2nd time) so she was letting it dry out. It partially works now, but we had Joe’s old phone so we just put her SIM card in his phone and she just has to redo her contacts now.

We went down to my grandma’s after that, and I fell asleep at 10, trying to read about Native Americans. Then my mom and I went back to Lancaster and she was supposed to give me her school keys but she couldn’t find them. Later I found them. She had lost them by locking them in her classroom. I also managed to almost lose my insurance card that my mom had given me ten minutes before. It fell out of my hoodie pocket into the Camry but I found it before I left.

Today I lost my folder in the depths of all the pillows on my bed. I finally found it but it made me late to meet Melissa for dinner. One of Brendan’s Christmas presents from Maria was a set of little things that you hook on your stuff and then you have a remote to make them beep so you can find stuff.

Brendan lost his phone a while back and had to get a new one. And Ian just lost his phone and had complications getting a new one while in California with a Louisville number.

So I think I can say that I follow my family in being a complete loser.

This would be a better entry if it were Feb. 17 February 24, 2006

I went and talked to my journalism teacher yesterday to have her go over one of my three articles I have to turn in throughout the class. It was an obituary. I did it on my dad, and she actually said it was really good. She’s a crazy lady, but nice. But she can also be a really hard grader. My first paper I got a 60 but since then I have gotten between 90 and 100 on quizzes and in-class writings. My last one I got a 97, so hopefully I’ll get a good grade on this one because it’s worth more.

So anyway, she really liked it, made a few suggestions, and then commented on how it was sad because it was my dad. I didn’t expect this, because she has a strange sense of humor and is somewhat cynical. At first, I didn’t really know her story, but she told it to us one day in class.

Her husband is paralyzed from the waist down and a couple years ago had both his legs amputated. I figured he was in a car accident because that’s what you think in most cases like this. Little did I know, he was, still is I think, a family court judge in G-town. 12 years ago, someone came to his house and shot at him with 6 bullets. The first one went into his chest, hit a rib, and then hit his spinal cord. The second went into his shoulder as he was falling and hit all his nerves, which was what almost killed him because of all the bleeding. The other four went into the window where his head would have been had not the first two knocked him to the ground.

His wife and two teenage sons were in the house when it happened, and she thought it was fireworks because it was in July. She had never heard a bullet shot before. One of his sons found him. They never caught the guy who did it.

So I think she has a right to be a little cynical and have a weird sense of humor. She says she has to in order to stay sane. She’s actually one of the really cool teachers at G-town. At first, I wasn’t sure, but now I like her. And it really caught me off guard when she said my obit was really sad. But she really liked it and said my dad sounded like a cool guy. She liked some of the funny stories. I’ll post it up here sometime. It’s on my laptop and I’m at work so I can’t put it up now. But I just thought I would share. My dad was a really cool guy, even if I didn’t know him that well.

Headaches Suck February 20, 2006

So I fell asleep last night at 8:00 because my head was hurting so bad that I couldn’t do anything else. I had taken an advil and tylenol sinus, but sleep was the only thing that would make it go away. So I slept, woke up when Kyle called, and then slept some more. I still had trouble waking up at 7 this morning. I told myself that I could sleep all night if I made myself get up early and do some work before I met with someone at 8:30 and went to work at 9. I got a little work done, but not much.

I also did one yoga move. I want to start working out again because I went skiing Friday and had a lot of muscle pain after it. It was a lot of fun though. I didn’t fall down a single time, but I did stay on pretty easy hills. I made some new friends as well. Alex went too and by the end of the night, she had improved quite a bit. I might have burned just as many calories laughing at the beginning of the night. She would start sliding backwards and then just couldn’t stop herself. Our ski instructor even gave up on her once. He said he would go get her later. I think we all failed our ski lesson, but we did improve, so that shows you how bad we were to begin with. But I would still love to go again, if only it weren’t so expensive.

So now I’m back at the Equine center, “working.” So starts another Monday and another week.

Fun Times at the Writing Center February 15, 2006

So Creepy John told me he couldn’t come into work today so Dr. Sadlon got Jordan, this really nice guy, to work for him. I was okay with working alone but then my mom and Kyle got me freaked out about it so I e-mailed Dr. Sadlon. So Jordan saved me tonight. Alex had told me that if I couldn’t find anybody else, she could work, but she has a ton of stuff due and tests and stuff this week so she would rather not. But then she came by to check on me to make sure someone had gotten here. She’s so sweet. She also brought other people so we had some fun stories.

Nobody has come in yet. One fun thing was that I managed to step on my butt, which really hurt. Never realized I could do that. And it’s too hard to explain so I won’t try to.

I talked to my history teacher today about my paper. I wasn’t really satisfied with her answer, but I’m just hoping it will get better for now. Dr. Hadaway said that if it doesn’t improve, I should voice my concerns to the department chair. We’ll see.

So that’s all for now.

I’m finally getting caught up February 13, 2006

So I’m actually not feeling overwhelmed at the moment. I’ve gotten a lot done today and I’m starting to be able to work ahead on stuff a bit. Which means I’ll get to start applying for scholarships and internships in my free time, which used to be nonexistent.

Kyle’s birthday this weekend was fun. We went bowling with some of his friends and then Saturday we came back to Richmond to see his family. I went and saw my mom too, though she had gotten snowed in for some of the weekend. Kelley Ridge and 4th Street look good. I got away with doing pretty much no homework this weekend, which was nice, and I’m still doing okay for classes tomorrow.

I set up a meeting with the woman prof I don’t like right after my meeting with Dr. Hadaway, where he’ll make me feel better about myself, on Wednesday afternoon. Tomorrow I’m going to meet with Dr. Taul to talk about international scholarships and such. I’m going to wear my Oxford hoodie to class tomorrow, see if the woman notices. It’s been at home because it was dirty but now it is clean so I brought it back. Yay!!

Now I’m going to go try to revise a story that I don’t know how to revise. Should be fun!