Gotz job, transportation & happiness :3

Not necessarily in that order.

Got transportation a couple of weeks ago in the form of a cutsie little scooter. Tops out at 40 MPH, gets 80 MPG, and isn't highway legal. (YAY I GOTZ AN EXCUSE!!!) And it's sparkly purple. OH YEH. :3

Got a job at Gamestop, SO COOL. I've never been that hyped about retail, but at least it's something where I have more than enough experience, and the one I work at? AWESOME. The guys crack me the heck up (Yeah, I'm the only girl in a staff of guys, pray for meh) I'm learning a new appreciation for games (some of them are really cool looking, I might just have to work on my hand-eye coordination) and the perks? Dude. I get discounts at Barnes and Noble!!! How badass awesome is that? I'm psyched, I can't wait until they can start giving me more hours. I hate it when I don't have a job or school or, you know, something to do. My sister doesn't have that problem...

Speaking of school, I'm a little apprehensive. I was looking forward to taking advantage of the Hazelwood act, which would exempt me from paying the tuition for my classes, but to get it I'd have to have exhausted my GI bill. Well, I thought I had a time limit for getting my GI benefits, and it had passed. Not the case. I had to apply, and they've informed me that I am eligible, for 6 months worth. Now I have to go to the school and figure all of that out. It might end up being better than Hazelwood. Either way, I have to use it. Gah...I just hate paperwork, I'll get over it.

I think...I will go and visit the library on Monday. I'll have time, and I'm rapidly running out of books. Because, well...I have time. ^.^

God, my life is so boring...

School and job hunting

Well, I'm pretty much settled in now. Still miss my family, but now that my surroundings aren't so strange, I'm getting a little better here.

So I applied at the college across the street. I'm trying to get Hazelwood benefits, which just mean that, because I'm a Texas veteran, I don't have to pay tuition. But first I have to wait 2 months for the government to give me a piece of paper saying I can't use my GI bill. Fun stuff.

On Saturday, I'm going with Darren to look at a scooter someone is selling (only $600, watta bah-gin!) so I can get to school and work, once I have a job.

As for a job, I've applied at a couple of places, pretty interested in working at Gamestop, the discounts are AWESOME. And to be perfectly honest, I don't want to have to go through a temp agency. I'd rather just get a part time job that'll pay for school. And my credit card. Bleh...

On another note, has anyone heard of Mona Vie? If not, may I just say, It's AWESOME!!! Check it out. I don't know what all it says on the website, but I know I've only been drinking it for, like, a week, and my hands don't hurt and I sleep better. AND I've lost five pounds? How cool? I think it's just because I have more energy. (I was doing cartwheels in the living room the other day, just cause I was bored.)

I'm pretty bored now...maybe I should do some more :3

Moved AGAIN.

When we last left our heroine, she was living with her parents and brother at a friends place, with their three kids and four other house guests. And two cats. And eleven dogs. (the only had one, but she had two litters of puppies)

In those very cramped two weeks (not the friend's fault, friend is awesome, not her fault the place is small) Or heroine's credit card bill peaked at about $2000, she got to sample the worst and most demeaning that Texas state Bureaucracy had to offer (shudder) and she contracted a crippling illness that she's been getting over for the last week.

I'm being dramatic, but really.

The credit card isn't that big a deal, my parents are going to pay me back. But if you ever, for any reason, find yourself forced to associate in ANY WAY with the Texas Workforce Commission? DON'T. They're awful. Awful. OMG awful. I get shuffled between 6 different agents, and each of them gives me a different set of guidelines, which is bad enough, but they all are just so condescending and rude, and none of them seemed to even know what they were doing!!! It mean, you want to treat someone like a stubborn, retarded 5 year old, that's your business, but you should generally act older and smarter than a retarded 5 year old yourself before you do!!!

They just really ticked me off, sorry about that. On to my illness!

So last Thusday, Friday and Saturday I agreed to help the friends we're staying with with the Texas Livestock and Rodeo Cookoff. It's basically this weekened-long Barbecue contest, and they never have enough help, so I agreed to help. Pretty much all I was doing was serving food, but they seemed to really appreciate the help, so there you go. Well, the Sunday right after? Sick. As. A. DOG. I couldn't keep anything in my stomach, and my body didn't care where the contents got forced out. It was aweful, I couldn't even take medicine because I couldn't keep THAT down! Thank goodness that only lasted a day. The day after that was the worst migraine I've ever had in my life. (and really, only the second real one I'd ever had. Migraine is not the same as a bad headache, folks!!!) The next day (Tuesday, for those losing track) a light cough and a fever of 102. The day after to now has been a really bad cough. I'm almost over it now, but it's really annoying to not be able to talk or laugh without coughing. At least, I think so.

And now lets get back to the title of the blog! Yes, I've moved again. I decided last week that it would be better for everyone if I moved in with my other father, my biological one. (yup, gotz two dads) He had room and offered, so yesterday (or day before, it's late. In any case, Saturday) I took a case of sucrets with me to our storage unit, where the lion's share of my stuff was, and loaded up a teeny Uhaul Darren (my father) rented for me, and spent four grueling hours driving up to Dallas/Fort Worth from Houston. I am now sitting on my old bed (yay! Missed this bed...) still eating sucrets and playing on my laptop, partly to make sure it survived the move and partly because I couldn't sleep for coughing.

So, I'm not feeling as stressed and miserable as I was. Still lonely, lonlier now that I'm away from my family. But I'm gonna be able ot get back to school soon, so I'm happy about that. And I've gotten my things back, happy about that, too.

And now I'm gonna try and get some rest. Really wanna kick this sickness. Nite all!

Tired...

I know, I know. I never update. (Not like anyone cares, but hey, I acknowledge the fact)

Now, I'd have a lot of things to talk about. the issue is, they all deal with business that I have no business posting on the internet. Unfortunately, this includes explanations behind everything that has changed in my life. But for the sake of prosterity, this is a very dim overview of what's been happening with me for the past 5 months.

Last post - about mid December: Mostly just the same old routine. Went to school, went to work, so on and excetera. But, I did get a 4.0 gpa, which I was very excited about. ^.^

Early January: The store I was working at caught fire. Oh yeah. We close for inventory at the beginning and middle of the year, so the store was closed and it was just me and the two youngest other employees on the far west side of the store working on towels. Suddenly the lights start to flicker, and about 3 minutes after that, this outrageous racket starts up at the front door. So I run to the front, and there's this guy banging on the door, and when he sees me, he yell's "Fire, there's a fire!!" which confuses the hell out of me because no one noticed anything different inside the store (except for the light flickering). So I run outside, and there, on the east side of the outside of the building, one of the power boxes was billowing smoke and sparking! So I run back, and tell Stacy (one of my best friends and one of the managers at the store) to call Sandy (the store manager) while I called 911. (They had already gotten the call, and the fire trucks were on the way.) Well the other girl, Danica, (who had started a few months before) was saying, "We gotta get out of here, seriously, we have to get out of here." But poor Stacy apparently hadn't made the situation quite clear to Sandy over the phone, because Sandy was telling Stacy to call someone, but to keep her on the line so she could hear the conversation. So Stacy was sitting in the office, which was close to the east side of the building, and was filling rapidly up with smoke. She was telling me we had to turn out the lights, I was telling her she had to get out of the office, it was all a big mess. So i cover my mouth and dash to the light switches (which, of course, were against the east wall) then ran back and made sure no one else was in the building (not that there would be, but hey) grabbed my things, and got outside just in time to see the fire trucks arrive. Overall it was pretty terrifying/exciting, and a couple of days later I clocked a few more hours helping clean up the mess before...

January 9-12: I got to see my best friend Aryn up in Denver! I was really excited, and happy to see her, and we had a lot of fun. Went to a movie, got a bunch of books, I made her horrible chicken, and compensated with 2 awesome pies. I marveled at her extremely long hair (it was about earlobe length when I first met her) I got to see snow for the first time, and we made snowmen and had a snowball fight. Very cool.

January 12 - present: Went from Denver to meet with my parents in Texas. Yes, I'm no longer living in Arizona. I'm living in Texas. I use the term 'Living' loosely, because we're currently staying with friends. I won't go into it, but the end result is that I'm just really, really tired. In every way you can possibly imagine being tired, I'm tired.

I really can't think of a better word to describe it. I'm just really, really, just so tired.

(For the record, I didn't move because my building caught fire. The damage was minimal, and any pay I would have lost from lack of hours resulting from the reconstruction (not much to reconstruct) I would have made up for with the grants and scholarships I was getting from college.)

Lonely is a good word, too. I am literally, LITERALLY surrounded at all times by people, and I feel lonelier then I ever have.

God, I am just so tired of my stupid life.

A LOT of stuff.

It's been a hell of a couple of weeks. I started school, and I'm doing pretty well so far, I think.

I'm really interested in my Psych class, and my grade, after the first test I took last Thursday (And all the extra credit I get for attending class in the first place) is 102.7%. Yeah, that's more than an A. YAY ME!!!

My computer class is awesome, I actually find it pretty interesting, and even better, I learn that kind of thing really fast and really easily. Which makes it even more fun! So my grades are pretty close to perfect there, and the supah-awesome professor will let you fix anything that may be wrong with your Assignment, provided you turn it in early enough. And since I'm about a week or two ahead in the homework, I'm doing pretty well.

Interestingly enough, considering how much I LOVE to write, I'm really disliking my English class. The teacher is really fixated on grammar, and I'd never written an essay before taking the class. They have to be formally written, which means no second person and no contractions. Small paragraphs are a big no-no; small sentences, also a big no-no; comma splices, run-on sentences, and fragmented sentences, huge no-no. God forbid you split an infinitive. There are so many rules, and absolutely nothing to incite anything creative out of me. It really sucks, and I wish it were over. (Rant warning) There's one kid that's in the class, too, who really irritates me. He's one of the many "fresh-out-of-high-school, don't-wanna-be-there, I'm-gonna-be-snarky-because-that-makes-me-cool" kinds of people. I said I'd never written an essay before, and he was snarkily shocked; I offered someone ibprofin out of my 'first-aid kit (Benadril, Ibprofin, zantac, banaids, neosporin, deoderant, feminine products) they commented on how many pills it sounded like I had (I think the word 'Maraca' was tossed around) which was fine, but when I was like [jokingly]"Don't worry, their all legal *Innocent look*[/jokingly] The irritating kid is all like "Plenty of drugs are legal, if you have a prescription for them." To which my first response is "Not to give to other people, genius.". And then, last class we had this hand-out we were supposed to read, and at the end there's this poem. Well, I don't like poetry. It's a personal opinion, i just really don't like it, and I didn't think a poem at the end of a speech, particularly when it was just reiterating what the guy had been saying, would really matter in the class. But NO. I said I'd read everything but the poem, teacher asks me why not the poem, I respond 'I don't like poetry', and it's like I dropped the atomic %^&*ing bomb! Snarky guy is like 'Don't you like music?', and of course I do, and he goes 'Poetry is just like music.'.
Uh, no.
No it's not.
Because I like music, and I don't like poetry. Therefore, there must be some kind of differance. Furthermore, I don't like all music, and I don't hate all poetry.
He just irritates the ever living crap out of me.
And there's this girl, I've never had to talk to her, but she is just AGRESSIVELY argumentative! She goes out of her way to fight about things that don't even matter!
Needless to say, I particularly dislike my english class.

My math class is alright, I'm doing pretty well. I have a problem with some of the students there, too, but not so bad now that I've changed tables. The seats aren't assigned, but they were still all offended when I decided to go sit with someone who was, you know, paying attention to the class, instead of chatting about the cool websites they can visit on their phone, and what's the best kind of makeup.

Oh, and also, I got into my first car accident.

That was a fun day.

Ugh.

I drive (or should I say, drove) this teeny little saturn, very old and junky, but I was fine. And I'm a very safe driver. I'm that one everyone honks at because she takes too long to cross a busy street. Well, I was on my way to a doctor's appointment (Ironic, right?) when this frickin' semi truck starts changing lanes from the far left lane. Well, I'm RIGHT BESIDE him. I don't think he's planning on getting into my lane, but I slow down anyways, because it's a big frickin' truck. Well, I'm still about halfway between the front and back of this monster, and he starts turning into my lane. I KNOW RIGHT?? I slam on the brakes and start to change lanes, but he still tags my side-mirror and scares the living crap out of me. I've never been hit! AND HE DIDN'T STOP!!! He didn't even know he'd hit me!!!! So I get off the freeway and call my mom, completely panicked, cause I was sure it was my fault. But it didn't look that bad, the side mirror was dangling by a cord, but other than that, it just looked like a scrape. So I get back in the car and turn around to just go back home.

Oh, it's not over yet.

I was in the wrong lane to get back onto the freeway, so I look to see if I can change lanes, and then my car gets tired of waiting for me and turns for me.

Yes, for me.

Right into another huge truck.

The entire front right side of my car is destroyed and broken up on the road, and the right wheel was turning left, when I'd been trying to turn right.
According to my dad, the control bar for the right front wheel snapped when the first truck collided with me. I dunno. I'm fine, and the car was crappy anyway, and I'm taking the traffic class so no points will go on my license for an 'unsafe lane-change', but it still sucks. It was terrifying. I now know exactly what it looks and feels like to get hit by a huge truck on both the left and right side of the car. Fun stuff.