having a much better day.

I ... got my car back. And will survive til pay day. Which is more exciting because budget got passed and we got a raise! *cheers* a desperately needed raise in fact

I ... went to the fancy-schmancy hospital party on Saturday and drank wine and ate food and went out afterwards with some cool folks and played darts and drank beer and had an honest to goodness fricken night out. It's been weeks. It, too, was desperately needed.

I ... got chocolate! (and if that isn't just a highlight of life, I don't know what else is ...)

I ... understood lecture in class tonight (first time in the new quarter).

I ... figured out how to access my email through my control panel even though the domain is gone! Damn. I'm the most ig'nant webbie out there, but I figured it out! Not getting LJ notifications, but dang. I still feel cool.

I ... figured out how to burn programs from Bob the tivo to my DVR, so I can burn Sarah Conner Chronicles and the Masterpiece theater Austen series I'm addicted to, and take them to pet sitting houses and get my fix.

Okay, maybe not the most impressive list ever, but damn. Life is looking so much better today. And it's Monday! Maybe tomorrow will be even better!

Oh, sweet optimism. I missed you so ...

UPS just stopped by and dropped off my new TIVO! Huzzah! The downside of being so awfully sick for a week is time spent shopping for goods online that I never have time to think about buying. A cool gift for my Mom's birthday this friday, a new digital camera (my first one evah!) and now, this shiny-evil-enabling machine.

Somehow, it makes the pain of my truly awful chem exam last night a bit more bearable.

So, anybody/everybody ...


what should I TIVO?

I feel absolutely awful

This quarter, I switched from Shoreline Community College to North Seattle Community College for my Zoology class (Zoology! So much more my style than molecular bio, but anyway). North Seattle runs their classes concurrently, and Shoreline jumps around so much that I'm constantly starting and stopping. Plus, the whole reason why I'd been avoiding North Seattle (boy stuff) no longer exists, so why not?

I have class info everywhere. Noted on my white board (Class starts 1/4/07. Well, actually it says 1/4/06, but whatever). On my Outlook calendar. On my work schedule which is posted on my fridge. On my iPod.

But Shoreline starts 1/4/07. North Seattle started 1/2/07. Which means I missed the first day of class. Which means they dropped me and gave my space away. And I couldn't contact the professor (as she told me I should have) because I didn't have the syllabus and therefore didn't have her contact information. Not that I even realized before today, an hour before class, as I was looking through my registration paperwork for a campus map.

There are other sections open, on Mondays and Wednesdays but only in the daytime and I can't switch around my work schedule that much on short schedule. And they won't offer the class again in the PM until Winter of 2008. I'm so frustrated and I have no one to blame but myself and I feel stuck and trapped and like something has to change and I have no idea what.

I got home and seriously thought about dropping the whole deal. Vet School, Med school, crappy paying job that I love, the whole shebang. And it made me feel awful. God. Rough, rough day. [/misery rant] I think I'm going to copy Scarlett O'Hara and just think about it tomorrow.

Crazy day. Too many hospitalized animals, not enough cages, pumps or people to care for them all. Rough, rough day.

But, there was a shiny spot. See, one of my doctors is a Broncos fan. And while the 49ers didn't make it into the playoffs, we beat the Broncos on New Years Eve and knocked them out of the playoffs. I told him if his team won that I would take anything he dished out with a smile, as I've been talking football smack all season long.

But my team won. So I did what every good person does. I made a sympathy card for him. It was beautiful. It had gold cursive on the front reading: An Expression of Sympathy.

And on the inside, it had a nice thought too, but he couldn't see it, because I printed out game photos and glued them all over. Josh Brown celebrating after the game winning field goal. Frank Gore dodging a Bronco for a big run. And a sad Bronco linebacker, shoulders slumped in defeat, walking off the field. And on the bottom, I taped a headline: Broncos Out.

It was pure genius. And while some people accused me of being cruel (moi? over football?! no!!!), he was a great sport and thought it was hilarious. And I still have a job, which is nice too. :)

Speaking of football, went out to dinner with C. tonight and totally forgot to tape my new addiction: Friday Night Lights. Ack! The pain! The disappointment! The sadness!

School starts tomorrow ... (slump)

Okay, so either I'm incredibly juvenile or I've been staying up too late and studying too much.

But my Biology final is tonight, and I've been doing all the online quizzes and of course I got a question wrong. The quiz had the following explanation for me:

No. Dead bacteria do not engage in the bacterial version of sex.

Snerk! (oh, god, I really am ten years old again)

Wish me luck!

You remember the teacher's pet from the fourth grade? The one always doing extra homework and volunteering for all the craptastic tasks and bringing your teacher presents for Christmas?

The nice thing about night classes is that the majority of students are adults and therefore above such behavior. Except apparently not.

We got exams back tonight. Big exams. The hardest exam of the quarter, with all the cellular respiration/photosynthesis/cell signaling and communication/genetics on it. I knew I did badly, mostly because I was sick the week of and had trouble studying and also because I fricken forgot that we could bring an entire page of notes with us. Damn. That hurt.

Anyway, people did so badly the prof gave us an option - take the 10 questions most people missed, answer them correctly and write explanations and get an extra 10 points. Sweet! So we're in line for our exams, and I'm watching her flip through the pile and I start seeing all these grades go by. 39. 46. 62.

And the woman in front of me gets here - with a 95. A ninety-fucking-five. And she says - uh, can I still do the extra point assignment? Or did I do too well?

Oh, I wanted to smack her. I mean, I didn't do terribly but I didn't do great. And there are people that get 39s! And she stood there, giggling, flaunting her fucking 95.

I want to smack her.