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Uh, hi there!

It's been a while, hasn't it.


So, in the 77 weeks (!!!) since I last updated, I have done the following:
  • Dropped out of school once I realized that the only reason I was still going was because THE MAN told me that as a young person between the ages of 18-22, I was a failure at life if I was not in college. (Someday I will write a book titled, "Hey Kids, If You Are Even Slightly Ambivalent About Going to College, Please Ignore Your Guidance Councilors/Parents/Relatives/Government/Career Guidebooks and Don't Go Until Your Mid-Twenties (At Least)!! Trust Me, You Will Be Okay!" 'Cause dude, I wish someone had told me that when everyone else was hassling me about what I was going to DO with my LIFE when I was eight-fucking-teen years old and giving me a total complex.)
  • Moved out of my parents place to an awesome apartment in Greenwood. I may post pictures when it's not such a mess.
  • Quit my accounting job for a swing-shift data entry job.
  • Quit data entry job once I discovered that working swing shift suuuuuucks.
  • Got a job as a cashier (but a UNION cashier, okay?), which has disappointed everyone I know because I'm not using any of my "skills."
  • Decided to go BACK to school next fall, now that I have finally, FINALLY narrowed down possible career paths to two things, either of which I can major in Physics for.
Good times! Now that I am back, my goal is to post at least one thing every day, even if it's totally dumb (as it almost certainly will be). Also, I've cleaned up my friends list based on what what I'm doing/watching now, since it's been a LONG time, so if I've cut you, it's nothing personal, and if I've added you and you've come here wondering who the hell I am, HI!
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  1. I am still alive.

  2. I went back to skip=500, just to see if there was anything I recognized from last week, but, alas, there was not, and so I am officialy giving up on ever catching up on my FL.

  3. I am done with school for at least one year. My stupid AA is complete, and with a high enough GPA that I will be given priority admission to most any university in the state (except UW, which is gross and overcrowded anyway, so who cares?) because of the WA Direct Transfer Agreement.

  4. I am still at the crazy bookkeeping job. I've applied for other jobs, but so far without success. Luckily, I am getting a raise. Unfortunately, I have to go do audit field work in Tacoma next month. Yuck.

  5. I've come to the point where, if I don't move out soon, someone is going to end up in the hospital. I am almost there. The raise will help a lot.

  6. Christmas was good. Many presents were had (including an awesome new stereo and ten metric tons of fudge). We went to Long Beach, but ended up leaving early, because Grandma's ability to turn everything you talk about into a condemnation of your life, job, hair style, and clothing is uncanny. Here are some excerpts from actual conversations we had:
    In the car, on the way to Cannon Beach...
    MOM: I was so surprised that Gary actually cleaned the kitchen!
    ME: Actually, that was me.
    GRANDMA: Oh, boo-hoo. Isn't your life just so hard. I mean, living at home, and having your parents pay for your car and your school must be very taxing for you!
    ME, KARENA: Um...

    Later, as we're leaving...
    GRANDMA: You need to get a job, Gary.
    GARY: Yeah, I know.
    GRANDMA: You too, Katie.
    ME: I do have a job.
    GRANDMA: No, I mean a real one, where you have to put in some elbow grease! That desk job is too cushy for some 20-year-old. You need to get some experience in the real world!
    ME: Uh, alright?

    Good times.

  7. A couple of weeks ago, I finally caved and started watching both of the Stargates. I'm almost through with the first season of SGA, and about half-way through the first season of SG1. I'm enjoying both for the most part, though I'm not sure if the parts I'm not enjoying are just because of the fist-season weirdness that every show goes through, or because the shows are just that way, but I guess we'll see.

  8. I've also been slowly re-watching Homicide, and, even half-way through the third season, I still haven't determined whether I actually like Felton, or if I just feel sorry for him because of his super-insane wife. I mean, DUDE, that lady is NUTS. Re-watching this has also brought to light just how much the writers of Law & Order: SVU suck, because watching old episodes of Homicide, you could never guess how awful Munch would become on SVU, and he's still the best character on the show! Horrible.
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Wow. The parenthesis... the parenthesis.

Also, evidence of my complete and utter neurosis: I am so racked with this stupid insano guilt over the thought of ditching school for any length of time that I am on the verge of tears. WTF! I seriously need to get a grip.
funktagious: (marita - the truth hurts)
Whiteboard: Purchased.

Organization Status: Somewhat better, although I'm still behind. At least I know exactly how far behind I am now.

1st Draft of English Paper: Still. Not. Done. GAH. I am too neurotic to live. God.

I think I've discovered my main problem with school. I think that maybe, I am supposed to care? And, yet, I do not. I don't think I have for several years now. I've kind of been in denial about this, because everyone's always like, "Katie! School! You must be in school! Or you're a failure at LIFE!" I have been programmed to feel horrible guilt about not being, or not wanting to be, in school. It's awful. And I kind of hate myself for feeling like this, but... the only reason I'm taking classes this quarter is because I'm so damn close to my AA that it seems retarded to take a break now. I mean, it seems like I should have a better reason for going to school than that, right? I should be wanting to improve myself (the biggest way I can think to "improve" myself at the moment is to move out [which I cannot afford to do unless I take a break from school]... because the parental vortex of insanity is getting to be a bit much for me [apparently, working in an office is not a "real job" because sitting at a desk means I don't actually have to "work," which, uh, fuck that shit]), or get a better job (right now, I don't mind working as an administrative assistant, and I would have few problems supporting myself if I got a full-time position), or something. Because that reason just sucks to me.

Maybe, hopefully, once I take some time off, I'll be able to get back to a place where I do care, because I genuinely like to learn, but right now, all it's doing is stressing me out and making me sad and tired. Getting an education is not supposed to make you sad, you guys!

Just five more weeks, and then I can be done with this crap for however long I want. Five. More. Weeks.
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Why did I ever think taking three online classes at once, during a shortened quarter, would be a good idea?

Oh yeah, BECAUSE I WAS RETARDED.

Please excuse me while I go run around and try to figure out what the shit I am supposed to be doing.

ETA: So, the one assignment that I thought was due for english tomorrow? Was actually due for art, YESTERDAY. Fuckity fuck. I need to go buy a whiteboard or something, so I can keep track of this crap.

bleargh

7 Feb 2005 10:53 pm
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So, due to a MASSIVE finaid fuck-up, I got mysteriously un-registered for all of my classes. Not just withdrawn, or dropped, but un-registered. Like I was never registered to begin with. BRILLIANT. The only reason I was able to get a refund for the portion I paid for was because I had my receipts showing that, yes, in fact, I DID pay for half of my 14 credits this quarter. Now, instead of being done with my AA in June, I have to wait until August. Even though it was taking all of my energy just to convince myself I would be able to make it to June without having a complete psycho fuck freak out. Jeeeerks!

I so do not even care anymore. I want OUT OF HERE.
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School is still a bitch. I have banned myself from the internet for the past week or so, so I can actually get stuff done, and thank the sweet zombie Jesus, it seems to be working. Now, I've only got two weeks left, and then I am freeeeeee. Kind of. In a way. From homework, at least. Not from school, per se, because by then the college application nightmare will be fully upon me. The goal is to get all of them in by January 1, because I do not want to have to worry about essays or whatever once Winter Quarter starts. Also, the sooner I send them out, the sooner I can hear back, and the sooner I can stop freaking the fuck out, because right now I am seriously terrified. The next two to four (or six, or eight, if I decide to go to grad school) years depend on what I am doing right now, and, quite frankly, I am starting to hyperventilate just thinking about it. Gahhhhhh.

In other news, now that the election is over, and I have stopped crying about how fucking retarded half of America is and being sick, I have started actually doing something about my insane rage over it all. In the past week, I have:Our President may be a piece of shit, but he is a piece of shit who works for all of us, and this time, when he fucks up, (as we all know he will, over, and over again) he will be hearing about it. In another four years, he cannot be re-elected, and in the meantime, all we can do is try to minimize the damage he and his fundie nazi jackass* followers do to the country.

* Yes, not all religious people are evil, nor are they nazis, blah, blah, blah. But, at this point, if you want religion to be IN ANY WAY intertwined with the government (by which I mean: you think it's okay to give religious organizations our tax dollars, you think that porn/abortion/homosexuality/pork/"decency" should be regulated due to religious beliefs, you think "The Lord" should have any bearing whatsoever on what our President and/or Representatives do, etc.), you are a jackass who needs to sit down and shut the fuck up, because you are making me want to punch you in your brain-damaged head.

ETA: For some reason, the LJ spell-check is conviced I should change "okay" to either "okra," "Ikey," "KY," or "Ola." WTF, LJ?
funktagious: (marita - the truth hurts)
Oh mah god. So, apparently the flu that would not die? Was the beginning of the bronchitis that made me want to die. Also, I somehow managed to get two ear infections, at the same time as the bronchitis. I seriously think I got about 5 hours of sleep total between the 5th and the 12th, what with all the coughing, and the deadly ear pain, OMGWTF. Thank god for super-extra-killer prescription-strength cough syrup with not one, but TWO ingredients that knock me right the fuck out. To whoever invented that shit: I luuuuuuuuuv you. I want to have your babies.

I'm pretty much better now (except for that fucking cough), but now I have to deal with The Aftermath, so I still pretty much want to lie down in the street and die, because I am so far behind in everything ever. Just thinking about it kind of makes me want to cry.
  • I have to get seven B&Os out TODAY, a process which includes getting slacker clients to send us the paperwork we need in order to complete them. Actually doing the B&O is easy, but getting them to give me the paperwork I need from them in order to do it? Is going to take forever, because our clients suuuuuck. Hard.

  • I had to drop French, because finals are less than three weeks away, and there is just no way I can make up everything I missed, AND keep up with all the new material AND prepare for the final. It just... was not going to happen. And now I am going to be on Academic Probation, because I will not end up completing at least 75% of my credits this quarter, which is not going to look so hot on the numerous college applications I have to get out between now and April. Although I think I would have ended up on Academic Probation anyway, since there was no way I was going to do well in the class. At least this way I can keep my GPA from becoming even shittier, I suppose.

  • I have four chapters of Physics to catch up on. I missed two labs, and possibly one test. I can make up the test and one of the labs, and catching up is completely doable, but my life is going to suck between now and finals.

  • I was behind in my online Greek & Roman History class before I got sick, so now... Um. Yeah. Crap. I can pass, and with a 3.5 even, but it is also going to suck, so very, very much.
I am so glad this quarter is almost over. At least I can take solace in the fact that I did not, as I had first thought, sleep through a new Veronica Mars last night. I am in such a precarious place right now, with everything that I have to do in the next few weeks (and I am still mostly ignoring all the college applications that I have looming over me right now) that I seriously think that would have just put me over the edge. Which is sad, but also kind of hilarious to me. Miss Weevil, and it will totally fuck your shit up, people!

That's all I've got. Now, off to Taco Time, and then to work.
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1) TV Guide for the week of January 8-14, 2000 with the Sopranos on the cover. Purchased for the Ben Browder article, I have no idea why I still have the rest of the issue since the picture was promptly cut out and taped next to Larraq, Nick Lea, Michael T. Weiss, and Eric Close on my 9th grade binder. I still have all of those pictures pinned to the bulletin board above my desk.

2) A tape of the 1998 Oscar ceremony. Presumably taped for something X-Files-related.

3) A tape with a bunch of random episodes of The Daily Show. The only episode actually listed on the label is the one where Vin Diesel was a guest right after Pitch Black came out.

4) Sixteen spiral notebooks, mostly unused. One of them, however, was my Daily Oral Language notebook from 2nd grade. Man I kicked ass at that.

5) Three alien pod thingamajigs that go with the Mulder and Scully action figures that live on my bookshelf.

6) A Paul Stanley action figure, complete with dancing devil-clown companion and scythe.

7) Three bottles of nail polish: two clear and one metallic pink.

8) A paper Valentina wrote for me about Nick Lea, Justin Timberlake (waaaay before my love for him finally blossomed into what it is today), and Nick Carter during Ms. Boscacci's 9th grade Info Tech. The full text is behind the cut, because it is hilarious ).
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School continued to suck right up to the bitter end. I wish I could figure out exactly what the hell I'm doing there, because I think part of the reason I'm hating it so much is that I have no direction. At all. And I've been, for all intents and purposes, a college student for three years. You'd think I'd have gotten at least a general idea what I wanted to major in, right? But, no. I randomly picked biology because... I don't hate it, which is not an ideal reason to major in something (who knows, maybe I really would have chosen it anyway, but I have no way of knowing). But I have no idea what else to major in, because I spent my first two years of college trying to get my college credits to fit into my high school graduation requirements. So, unlike everyone else with 103 credits under their belt, I have not taken a bunch of random classes to kind of feel things out and figure out what I'm interested in. I have taken a bunch of English and boring-ass general history classes, because that's what I needed for high school. Also, I should have had my AA 13 credits ago, but my high school graduation requirements were so, so, so far off from the AA requirements that I still need 27 credits in non-social-science areas to get the damn thing.

And, to make things even better, because I earned all those credits through running start and do not yet have a degree, I am no longer eligible for financial aid unless I go to a 4-year school because I have more than 125% of the 90 credits needed for a 2-year degree. Nevermind that I only received financial aid for 45 of those credits, or that 40 of them were earned while I was still in high school.

So. I'm tired. I want to start over at a "real" school, where I can feel things out more (also: starting college at 16? Is not exactly ideal for "feeling things out," either. Actually, in my experience, it leads to more of a "complete crisis of self-esteem and severe anxiety disorder") and figure out what the fuck I want to do with myself. Also, where I don't have to pay full tuition up-front. But I can't because no school is just going to ignore that many credits, and applying for transfer with that many credits means you have to declare a major on your application to most schools, which is a problem because, as I said, I. Don't. Know. God.

As for finals... I rocked my mythology exam, but chemistry and calc are iffy. Whatever. I'm just glad it's over, and that I don't have to go back for at least another four months. I haven't had a summer vacation since the summer before 9th grade, and I intend to make the most of it.

I'm going to read books because I want to, not because I have to. I'm going to go to the beach and chill, drive over to Moses Lake and Long Beach and play wild games of Scrabble and Monopoly with the grandparents, go downtown and wander around aimlessly, lay around and watch DVDs... and just generally flout all responsibilities except for work (which, even though the clients are, without exception, brain-dead jackasses, somehow manages to be fun for the most part), and that will only be because I need to save up money for the late-August/early-September Maine/Boston/NY/Baltimore/DC Trip, which is somehow actually coming together, despite numerous attempts by The World to righteously fuck things up.

The World, however, needs to watch it's back, because after all this school bullshit, I am entirely out of patience.

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