3/8/2004

So, we had a pretty good weekend. We got a lot done in the guest room. The bed is all set up and stuff. The room needs to be painted though and we need to figure something out for the floor, part of the floor is plywood in there. See, there was a bed build into the wall in that room, a twin size bed. We tore that out and put our old queen size bed in there. The wall behind where the bed was is bright pink!!! And the flooring was never finished under the bed. I have to get in there and cover that pink. It makes me ill to think that there’s pink in my house. I hate pink, I’ve hated it for as long I can remember. It makes me ill, much like a glass of milk does.

So, Saturday night was King Lear. It was fan-fucking-tastic!! We had the best damn seats in the house too. There were only two seats in the front row on either side of the theater, the rest had been taken out. So we were the only people in our row, and for the first half of the show there was no one in the row behind us, they came in late and showed up after the intermission. The show itself was great, there were even some TV stars in there, I can’t remember their names though, the guy that played King Lear was, I’m pretty sure, from Deep Space Nine. At the very end of the show I heard the people behind us remark that too many people died, they were like “Leave it to Shakespear to kill off all the good characters”. YA THINK??? Hello, they’re called tragedies for a reason. Ugh, y’know I happen to like when lots of people die. I mean, it seems like everything you watch nowadays has a happy ass ending where everyone hugs and lives happily ever after. Sure you could change it so that the daughter is saved in time and her and her father live happily ever after, but why? So everyone can smile and say “awwwwwww” and go home feeling happy and good. Bah. Death stirs emotions, death makes people think. It’s not a happy ass little world we live in, why pretend it is?

Anyway, I woke up this morning to a deep-seated feeling of dread. I hate that feeling, it only appears when I have to get up for work. I pushed it down and got up and sat at my computer where I proceeded to talk myself into going to the bathroom to get ready. I contemplated calling in sick, then I contemplated jumping out the second story window. It’s like 5th grade all over again except no one is calling me names and threatening to beat me up. I just really don’t want to be here anymore. I’m coping, though I know not in the best ways. *shrugs*

Supposedly FAFSA gave me my Pin on the 4th of March. I don’t think I got the e-mail. If I did, it looked like trash and it’s in my trash folder that I can’t get to, for some reason I get an error when I try. If I can’t get to it I’ll have to have them send me another, maybe I’ll try my other e-mail address or something. I have to have my application in for Financial Aid by April 1st, otherwise I can’t start classes this summer. Hopefully I’ll get approved. I don’t know how easy it is to get approved for financial aid. At least if I don’t get approved I shouldn’t have much trouble getting student loans. I’d just like to take out as few of those as is humanely possible!

Anyway, blah blah, same ole crap. I hate my job, can’t wait to start school. I’m going to go do other stuff now.