annoyed

So I did fail my class.  However I have enacted Plan B, however it’s still in the paperwork phase and waiting for approval from the college I am trying to get into to approve my enrollment so basically they have to get my transcript which I put in a request for yesterday although that means I probably won’t hear anything until Monday or Tuesday and I’m trying to be patient about it but classes start the 19th and today’s the 10th, that’s 9 days!  Argh!  That leaves me almost no time to figure out the finer details.  Although granted there isn’t a lot left to take care of. 

Mechanic is looking at my car right now, hopefully that will sort out soon.  I notified work and my manager took me off the schedule for next week all the same just to keep things simple.  If I do get all the paperwork sorted out I’ll just transfer to the store down there if I can.  And then I have a doctor’s appointment the first morning of classes so if I have to move down there I’ll be at the doctors’ until about 11 or so (my appointment is for 9:45am but it always takes 20-30 minutes to get in to see the doctor of course.  Then once I’m done with that I’ll drive down and get a little bit settled in, mapquest directions to the campus from my ‘new’ address.  Then I’ll have to leave there by 4 or so to give myself some leeway. 

*sigh*

And I’m annoyed with B.  He got invited to go to Busch Gardens and while I really wouldn’t care usually and I’d even be glad he’s off doing his own thing I just feel frustrated.  The last couple of times we’ve spent any time together we ended up not spending any real time together.  We helped him move, we moved me, and the other time was an overnight stop-over on my way home from school so most of that time we were asleep.  So really I haven’t gotten to spend any time with him.  Hell if it weren’t for texting and IM I would almost feel like I don’t have a boyfriend.  I never spend any time with him because we live so far apart.  Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision about trying this whole dating thing.  It’s not the B makes me unhappy.  I’m happier when I’m with him than when I’m with myself or with most of my friends.

I feel like I’m a bad person because I really wish he had come up to see me instead of going to Busch Gardens with his friends.  I mean they were nice enough to invite me but I’m freaking broke, like always and that’s the other thing that annoys me.  B’s friends only want to include me in things that seem to cost a lot of money and I don’t have any money even when I’m working.  I don’t work full-time like they do, I’m a student full-time.  But I’m not one of those attention-grabbers, I hate those girls and I’m not one of those girls.  I’m perfectly fine with both of us having time with our friends that doesn’t include both of us being there.  I think I’m just frustrated that even when I got to ‘spend time’ with B I didn’t spend any actual time with him.  I’m lonely and I know it.  I wanted him to come up and spend time with me but I want  him to choose me because he wants to see me, not because I guilt him into it.

*sigh*

And I’ve got tonsilitis again!  This time they put me on steroids though so my symptoms started going away almost immediately.  So I take 2 antibiotics a day for 10 days (7 more days) and methylprednisone (the steroid) in one of those little ‘instructional’ packets that say take X before breakfast, X at lunch and supper, and X before bedtime.  Which is fine with me.  It’s keeping me on semi-solid food at least with only a little trouble.  No potato chips and such LOL.  And no vodka!!  OMG!

I went to Angel’s last night and played Rockband and they insisted that I have at least one shot and that fawker burned!!!!  Like the whole way down.  I thought I was going to die.  But then we had creme brulee and it was aaaall good.  ^_^  Yum yum chocolate creme brulee. It was like pudding only better!

Ah well, I guess that’s enough for one rant…I’m going to go and feel kind of miserable on the couch. : (

*luv ya bunches*

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May 10, 2008

*huggles* Poor Meemz.