I am currently in Ames, Iowa. My brother, Ian is moving to Omaha for his internship. We made a pitstop at his undergrad, Iowa State. The trip is going well.
However, I am quite sad because I found out that my dog passed away today. He was very old, and had cancer and an enlarged hard.
I'm very sad. He is now resting under an oak tree I planted in our backyard in Michigan.
I always thought he'd be here. This is just another reminder that I'm getting older along with everything else.
two weeks from today.
I feel both happy and sad
it is a weird feeling.
Make it go away!
seriously, make it go away.
I have two things to say.
1) GO TIGERS!!!! We will NOT lose to the Cardinals. NOT.
2) Stupid literary theory. EVIL CLASS. EVIL. This class is surpassed only by WAC class in evilness. WAC class beats out Literary Theory by a lot, BUT lit theory it still sucks.
It sucks more than physics, honors philosophy, and math combined.
I am cruising along with the take home exam, but it is so tedious! I'm about half way through, and I'm on page eight. BOO. DIE.
okay, that's all.
I'm procrastinating. I know.
Our air conditioner is broken, as Jama mentioned. I do not want to be redundant here, BUT I hate that it is broken. I'm not really hot or uncomfortable, but my allergies are really bothering me today and yesterday.... I am certain it is because I have the window open.
I spent most of my day studying for the GRE (I know, again). BUT I feel very positive about it. AND for the first time in my life I can factor trinomials AND I can do long division. (Long division was my archnemisis since third grade).
Paul and I are going to see the Dayton Philharmonic thursday, which should be great. I'm really excited about it.
I am very behind on my thesis and I have a TON of work to do for it.
Thankfully, I have done all of the readings for all my other classes for this week and all of the extra homework. few.
I painted today in Religion class. My religion class rocks. It is weird, kind of creepy, but at least I don't have to study Religion!
My allergy shot is extra itchy today with no real explaination as to why.
I spent time with Paul. We did nothing.
it was GLORIOUS!
I didn't get much done, but who cares!
It was lovely!
I'm doing well. Nothing really to report. I've gotten a surprising amount of homework this early, but it is manageable.
I am working on the thesis and continuing to study for the GRE some more.
Paul and I are working out a schedule to see each other. It has been weird because our schedules are very different. I have been really good about going to the gym, and I'm proud of that.
Oh! I love my job at the Write Place. LOVE! Tutoring students is really fulfilling, and I love the way my one on one students are grateful and nice.
I appreciate it.
that's all for today.
Yes, I know. The GRE math is from middle school, I know. It is tricky though, and it frustrates me. I feel so frustrated by it, I cannot even explain it. I want to give up, and say, OKAY I can't do math, leave me the hell alone.
But then I realize that getting these stupid, trivial math problems is the key to my future. YET, I STILL WANT TO FREAK OUT. I HATE it. I am trying to be positive about it, but seriously, I get tripped up over a mode and a mean and shit. I know what all it means, they just ask it in such a confusing, evil way.
UGH. PLEASE GOD, SAVE ME. I NEED to get over a 550 on the QUANT. PLEASE. UGH. I hate it.
Today we picked Monster blackberries at a farm by my house. It was amazing.
I made 10 jars of jam and two pies with the blackberries we picked. (About 8 pounds, by the way).
We had fun. I liked it.
yeah...nothing else to report.
This is a funny and kind of frustrating story. It's funny now, but I was pissed at the time.
Our dryer FINALLY got fixed yesterday (two weeks after initial breakdown). My mom did some wash first, and then my brother Ian had his turn.
I noticed that a red ooze was coming out of the dryer during Ian's cycle. I called to him, to tell him that his clothes were bleeding.
It turns out Ian actually put a CRAYON through the wash and dry. I should mention here that Ian is 20 years old and has no real reason to have crayon in his pocket. No biggie, some of his sheets now look like they had been through WWIII, but still he could deal.
So, my mom spent all of last night cleaning out the dryer drum. This morning was my turn to do the wash. The drum was clean...so I thought.
Unbeknownst to my mother, crayon bits actually got themselves trapped in the lint trapper. During the time I was drying my clothing, it got over EVERYTHING. This was a dark load too, essentially filled with all of my summer clothes, including my only two pairs of jeans that currently fit me, and my favorite vintage tee from Urban Outfitters, along with some button ups, a few cotton tees, a pair of sweatpants and matching hoodie, a UD sweatshirt, and four old navy tanks. ACK!
So my mom and I looked online to find ways to get it all out of the dryer and out of my clothes.
We tried magic eraser...which saved one shirt. Then we tried oxy clean, vinegar, and baking soda which worked on one pair of the jeans. The UD hoodie managed to be saved.
The sweat suit is splotchy, but I will still wear it. The others, are well ruined.
That's the end of my story.
On a very positive note, my mom and I had bonding time. It was pretty cool that we could bond over something, even if it is crayon all over my favorite clothes.