Faster, Faster, Don't Stop Now

Hey, Randolph Community College...I'm seriously contemplating wringing someone's neck right now. In your bookstore.

Frickin' pissing me off.

One of my classes requires two books. Only one of them been in stock (which they didn't tell me that one was in stock when I was in there last week, they waited until Monday to tell me).

The bookstore stays open until 7:00 pm Monday-Thursday, and is open until 5:00 pm on Friday. Last night I went in around 6:00 pm to check on the other book.

Oh, we're so sorry, we don't know why it's taking so long, we're going to look into why it hasn't come in yet, blah, blah, blah. These same people who, when I walk in, want to chat because they know my parents. (It rarely happens that people know my parents unless they went to school with them or are educators.)

This morning, what do I get in an email from the class instructor? Guess what book is available at the bookstore. For FREE. Yep, the book I need. Guess what time she emailed the class to let them know it was available?

6:07 pm last night

Do you see why I'm on the warpath?

ETA: Checked with the bookstore, and it is indeed there and free. There is now a copy with my name on it, in case my mother can get by there and pick it up for me (sweet blessed mother of mine).

Also ETA: Remember Ken from BellSouth from yesterday's rant? Who wouldn't stop calling? He called. Again. Right after I got off the phone with the school bookstore. Ken has now been threatened within an inch of his life. My warpath veered in his direction. He's now a bloody mess. Of course, in my ire, I didn't get his supervisor's name, but I did tell him that I was authorized to do so, and if he called again I would. If I didn't hang up on him first. Asshat.

I have tons of comments to answer from over the last couple of weeks. I've been lazy, and today it has caught up to me. Ack!

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Bummed that I missed NASCAR yesterday. Stupid NBC asshats. They keep putting the races on cable. And what happens yesterday? The Second Biggest Asshat (Ryan Newman) wins the race, there's a bloody awful wreck with fire and hood riding, and after the race Mongo punches Kurt Busch.

Why is this not on network TV?!?!?!?!?!

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School is a bitch right now, but it does solve my TV watching delimma for the semester. Two of my classes (I was only signed up for 3) were cancelled. Apparently I was the only person who registered for one, and the other, I was one of two people taking it.

Idiots.

So now I have two online classes for the semester. Everything's getting crazy with the schedule, and under no circumstances is anyone allowed to cancel classes in the fall of 2004, because those will be my last two classes.

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My allergies are a bitch. My eyes? On fire. Argh!

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Saw Bringing Down The House on Friday night. It was...okay. We had Sir Pizza for dinner, so that made everything fabulous (watched the movie with my sister - the brother-in-law was at the beach).

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For anyone watching Big Brother 4, let me tell you, I couldn't be happier after Saturday's episode. I not so secretly lust after Jack. Mmmmm. Hunky former FBI agent. What's not to love? But I also lust quite openly for Jee. Mmmmm. Slightly dorky, naive and nice Asian guy. Really, what's not to love? I have much lust for the two of them. If I were in that house? It would be hell. Because both are taken. But man, so much of the pretty and the intelligent.

Last day of actual classwork to be done for the semester. Two current events for Law Enforcement Operations, one last question for Ch. 8 for American Government (okay, so it was due last night), two critical analyses for American Government (again, a bit late), the test for American Government and a test for Law Enforcement Operations.

BUT! Free food tonight. Pizza. Veggie pizza (as if that makes it healthier). I'm not arguing with free food. No sirree Bob.

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I had my first Saturday free for me since November. You have no idea how exciting that is, considering the tons of cleaning that need to be done (since there's a slight possibility that a few things haven't been cleaned since November). So what did I do? Sit around and do nothing. No cleaning, no straightening, no attempts whatsoever to be productive in any way. Yay me!

But I did have fun telling a telemarketer what I thought of them. 9:00 on a Saturday morning. I haven't had a Saturday to myself in months and they call me at 9:00. I answered, she asked for me (logically), I asked who was calling, she responded "Sarah". I said, "Well, Sarah, I haven't slept in since November, and this is my first Saturday to sleep in, so do me a favor and never call me again." *click*

It was highly gratifying.

Now I just have to practice the little speech I'm giving the pranksters who keep calling at 2 am. Yelling at them doesn't work. *69 doesn't either as they have a blocked number. Next time? I'm answering the phone and scaring the shit out of them.

"I already told you Eddie, I'm not killing him. I already killed Beth for you. Isn't that enough?"

And considering how mad I usually am when I pick up the phone at 2 am (I don't handle being woke up from a dead sleep well), this might sound very, very plausible.

Plus it will be funny to explain to family if they happen to be the ones calling me (highly doubtful).

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I'm conflicted. Very conflicted. The spoilers at K-Site this morning? Great. Sort of. ( here be spoilers within )

I'm banning myself from the internet and LJ today. So if anyone catches me on, kick my ass back off. I have a death penalty debate tonight in Constitutional Law, so I need to get my stuff together. No time for playing around. *pouts*

So, one last fannish thing of the morning...go read all of the fabulous stories for the Screw Clark challenge. Mine is called "Said the Schoolgirl to the Pimp" and is Chlete. NC-17 Chlete. *snort* I wrote more NC-17 last week than at any other time in my fanfic "career". There's a little shout out in there to ultimatemother and oakengland. After all, pimps, they should have a ghastly yellow suit, shouldn't they?

( AP 'unbiased' stories - I'd believe it if they actually looked up terms in the dictionary )

Yep, there's a rant contained in that cut. Enter at your own risk. I just got pissed by media bias. And then I went off on the way media attacks politicians sometimes just because they don't like them.

It was very ranty.

I am not happy. In fact, I'd definitely define the emotion I'm feeling as "mad."

American Government. We have to answer questions, sometimes go to web sites and look up information.

The topic for this week? Civil Liberties. Not too bad, except...we had to go to web sites for hate groups.

I have just surfed through sites for the KKK, Black Panthers, Stormfront, and White Aryan Nation. We're supposed to list their beliefs and the reasoning for their beliefs. By the last one, I was literally writing "I don't know and I don't care." I just couldn't read any more.

You know, when you're part of a clearly defined portion of society, it's natural to be concerned with your portion. It's what you identify the most with. But when it grows to the level of thinking that your group's rights supercede everyone elses, and that your group is superior, then there are major, major problems.

And I am being really, really good right now, considering how mad I am.

I'm almost done! I just have to write the conclusion for my Dahmer paper, then the notes and bibliography, and I'm done. Yay! I sort of like the paper, although I would have liked it better had I been able to get hold of Lionel Dahmer's book. Or the book by Anne Schwartz about Dahmer. But no, getting hold of those wasn't possible. *sigh* Stupid book stores.

Okay, going into lockdown mode for the next week. I have a paper due next Wednesday that's a biggie, and I'm only partially there on research. Plus I have some other writing that I desperately need to do. So what it comes down to is this...

LiveJournal entries will be limited to a Smallville related one on Wednesday (tomorrow and next Wed.) American Idol entries on Wednesday and Thursday (this week and next week), and a fic entry next Thursday or Friday. Some comments will be made in other journals, but I may or may not be able to do extensive commenting. Replying to comments will be limited.

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Okay, so I'm also going to need an X-Men beta or two (or three, or four, or ten). Volunteer now! *g* I command thee!

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Oh, and fun event of last night (which has me mightily drained today)...someone decided it would be great fun to drop off a dog in our apartment complex. We have lots of greenery. We have pets. (I have a dog myself.) They chose logically. But of course they dropped of a young but full-grown female dog (idiots who can't take the time to fix a dog, grrr). She's smaller than Chester (he weighs 35 pounds, she's about 20), and has floppy fur like a Sheep Dog, but it's dark gray, with a white soul patch and white on her chest. She's an absolute sweetie.

Oh yeah, can you tell I rescued her? I'm not keeping her; a coworker at the hair salon rescues animals and can most likely find her a home. So she leaves me tomorrow. But this morning she got to play with Chester, and it was so damn cute. He loves to play, but he seldom gets the chance to play with other dogs. So they ran and tumbled and growled and romped for 30 minutes straight at high speed. He would go for her neck, so she figured out to go for his paws (he hates to have his paws touched). He would then proceed to yank his paws away, thereby falling over. She would jump on his head then. It was all great fun to watch.

After I finally seperated them, Chester was so exhausted that he had to lay down to drink water. *g* This from a Border Collie mix that has been known to jump straight up onto the kitchen table.

I don't know what it is, but for some reason, I'm feeling odd today. It's a weird feeling. Slightly grumpy, mildly paranoid, a bit sleepy, a tad restless. Very hungry and minutely nauseated. Completely unsettled.

I hate this. It's weird and spooky. I know it's partly due to my PMS (as evidenced by the fact that I could also eat a massive steak right now, or buffalo wings, or maybe more pizza, despite the fact that I had pizza last Saturday, Sunday and yesterday), but this weirdness is just...weird. Not right.

I was supposed to go to Bible study tonight, but right now I just don't feel like dealing with people. But I also don't like the thought of going home to an evening of nothing on TV and nothing to do. Yeah, I have a Gilmore Girls to watch, but that will take up all of 44 minutes of my time.

Argh. So I guess I'll go to Bible study, if for nothing less than to find out Michael's take on Travis' "incident" in Germany. Plus there'll be healthy veggies. To counteract the insane amounts of unhealthy food I'll be eating on Sunday. (Go Bucs!)

So I final story for the day, just to get sullivanlane all worried in preparation for DilloCon.

I don't know about other states, but in the fabulous state of North Carolina, your 4th grade year is spent studying the state. We had to do that dreaded scrapbook. 15 pounds of misery. Copied reports, clippings, artwork, just a mess of not fun. A year was spent putting together something that would never be used again.

Side note: my mother actually kept the darn thing and made me take it recently. It's currently weighting down the back end of my car to keep me from sliding all over the place on icey roads. 4th grade torture *does* have it's uses.

There were regions of the state that were studied: the Coast, the Mountains and the Piedmont. Great thing about NC is that we have it all. Bad thing is that means more to write about.

There was one advantage though for those of us who went to my school. Out of all of the schools in the county, we were the lucky few who actually got to visit each of those regions on a trip. For the Piedmont, we went to a gold mine (only a day trip) and I think at some point we went to Raleigh (for the government portion). There was a beach trip that was most likely grand, but thanks to my mom was spent lying in a hotel room, getting sick at intervals because of not-so-brilliant ideas about Hardee's hamburgers. (Food poisoning is a bitch, ya'll.)

But the mountains trip was the best of all. There was the cabin built on the side of a hill where the water ran uphill (I kid you not - very cool) and where even though the floor was level, you had to lean at a 45 degree angle just to keep from falling over.

There was the Biltmore House, which is an awesome sight. Largest private home in America. Truly amazing. And very beautiful.

But the best part of all was the hotel rooms. I was put in a room with my best friend, her mom, Beth and Tina. Two double beds and five people. The math sucks on that one. What happened was that Shelly and her mom got one bed, Beth and I got the other, and Tina got the floor. Poor Tina. The hard, hard floor. Between the beds.

Due to her misfortune, Beth and I were forced to give up a pillow so that Tina would have at least a modicum of comfort. No problem. Beth and I put the pillow in the middle of the bed and each took an end. We had spent the night at each other's houses plenty of times, we were fourth graders. We were completely at ease.

Here comes the problem. I happen to be a very sound sleeper. But a very...active one as well. Seems that in the middle of the night, Beth managed to get hold of the entire pillow. This apparently made me unhappy. At which point I allegedly (because I've yet to see definitive proof) kicked Beth, sending her flying off of the bed and landing on top of Tina. There was much screaming, but I slept through it all.

I was informed of the incident the next morning, upon waking. To this day I remember nothing of the incident. But it was held up as the standard of how I slept by all of my friends I stayed overnight with. Apparently my nighttime...activity had been going on for years, and did go on for several more. (Although, in my defense, I was most likely defending myself in each of those instances, because I do remember that Shelly was a bed-hog as a child - knees in the back and all. I just manage to sleep more soundly than most.)

So there is my story. *g*

...wanna play.

I'm bored. I have things I could be working on (boring things), but why do that when I can play in a very bored manner online?

Let's see, I could try to figure out why the hell I have 2 dependents claimed on my W-4 form (and let me tell you, I am almost too scared to change it, because I don't want to get audited).

Or I could be updating our list of Legislators for the state of NC, since they've all been sworn in and are working now.

Or I could clean my desk.

Or take that damn arrangement of flowers and chuck them out the window. Gah. Fresh flowers are nice, but there are some damn strong lilies in there, and since my allergies have passed, and I now have the ability to breathe through both nostrils, I would prefer not to be breathing in pollen or any of it's related smells or whatnot.

See? The stuff even has me rambling incoherently.

On the fun side, I actually volunteered to be in charge of the guest list for my sister's wedding. I know, more than likely I have "over-confident moron" stamped on my forehead. But I do databases and contact lists a lot, so maybe I can bully a few in-laws into handing over names and addresses.

Maybe.

Yeah right. Who am I kidding? I'll just sic my sister on them. *g* That should instill the fear of God.

Okay, bored again. I think the boredom is contagious.

So, class tonight. Yay. Criminology. See? Still bored.

Criminalistics did reveal last night that by the end of the semester I will be able to do casting of footprints, lift fingerprints, process a crime scene, fill out governmental paperwork, even examine tool markings. That actually had me about to jump out of my seat with excitement. Definite cool stuff. I'm telling you, definite cool stuff.

Did read a book a week or so ago that was interesting. The Boy Next Door by Meggin Cabot. Newsweek recommended it, so I thought, why not?

Very different read. It's all emails, so while it is sort of the standard romance, there's the disconnect of reading it from the perspective of all emails. I will have to admit though that by the end, I was laughing hysterically because of one character. The dimwitted supermodel was just way too funny. So if you want light and funny, go for this one.

And again bored. *sigh* Okay, I'll end this entry and spare everyone the horror of rambling on.