So. I'm meeting with an adviser next week. My FAFSA is being processed. I need to finish my admissions application now.


Tuesday

Human Anatomy & Physiology (4)
11:00 am - 12: 15 pm

(3 hour gap - can go home)

Basic Algebra w/ Measurement (3)
3:30 - 4:45 pm

Developmental Psychology  (3)
5:00 - 6:15 pm

Elementary Spanish I (4)
6:30 - 8:15 pm

Thursday


Human Anatomy & Physiology (4)
11:00 am - 12: 15 pm

HA & P Lab
1:00 - 3:00 pm

Basic Algebra w/ Measurement (3)
3:30 - 4:45 pm

Developmental Psychology  (3)
5:00 - 6:15 pm

Elementary Spanish I (4)
6:30 - 8:15 pm


This way I can focus homework on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday... and still work part-time on any days except T & TR.

It does stick me being at the school for roughly nine hours on both days - which seems insanely overwhelming...
I just know myself. If I'm already there for one class, I'm more likely to stay for all of them rather than having one on one day, not going all semester, etc.

I may reconsider dropping one of them. But, I need FT hours.

A few weeks ago, I received my stimulus rebate check. Of course, with the way things are, I had to use it to pay off debts.
After leaving Cardinal Hill, my bank account suffered - and I eventually slid into the minus. So, the rebate took care of that
and then helped out with groceries and gas money and a few late bills. I really wanted to spend it on, you know, the economy?

I think they should do the rebates every year. I would push and be like every month - but that's too much to dream of.

So, I applied for my FAFSA. Or, at least, began the process. Thanks to Danita for soothing my momentary freak out. I have to get the information from my income tax returns and stuff. I called the college again and told them to please send me the application! This makes my third phone call. I really should just go pick it up myself. But we're sharing one car and Mom usually doesn't get home until going on 5:30.

I did set aside enough money to maybe go to a concert. I was looking into going to see Vampire Weekend ($15) in Louisville
with my friend Amy. She'd probably drive, so I'd help with gas. But I need to be sure about it with my new job and stuff. I can't take
off for a concert. You know? I already have bad past experiences with missing days at work. Cardinal Hill really slew me in terms of incident reporting, write-ups, and warnings and shit. They meant serious bidness up in that bitch.

As such, I'm worrying about the commute to the college. I guess I'll have to drive Mom to work (Good Samaritan) and then do what I gotta do. But, if I have a class around the time she gets out - it'll be a problem. Hopefully, she'll get the battery fixed in the Blazer. She said she'd drive that. I hate all this extra stress. I picked the worst time to get motivated for school. But, it's gotta happen.

I can't believe I've let my shit get whacked. Especially with my bank account. I'm pretty sure Chase has sent me to credit bureau for being $75 - in the minus. Which is shit. But, when your mom is the only one with income and it's limited - you can't ask for lovelies.
I feel retarded about hiding it from her. And she is mad at me for it. But, I felt like I was doing the "responsible" thing.

(I.E., when I got the statement from Chase - it was the same week in which Mom was calling my older brother for a small loan to pay her car payment. i.e., not a good time to request $175 in bullshit bank fees.)

The thing that irritates me the most about personal banking is those fees. I went into the minus for paying a light bill. I had $80 in my savings. That's supposed to be used for overdraft protection. Except, they didn't use it for that. Why? Because I had used it already for overdraft protection and it only counts for one time per month. So, the moral, I suppose is to never quit a job unless you for sure have one lined up. Learning the hard way is sometimes the best way because getting so insanely frustrated with your shit is a sure fire way to make you get it all straight again next time. Or so is the case with me.

I just hope I can pass this semester and get my GPA up so that the fucking nursing program will accept me. The sooner I get that ball rolling - the better. I was told I had an advantage in my Nursing Aide training course since they try to fill quotas on male nursing
students. So that helps with the competition factor. *sigh* I'm glad I'm back at LJ. I know these posts seem drivel and bitchy - but they're excellent for clearing me head.

From the FAFSA site:

Federal Student Financial Aid Deadlines

The 2007-2008 School Year (July 1^st, 2007 - June 30^th, 2008):

• The deadline for filing FAFSA on the Web and Renewal FAFSA on the Web applications was July 1st, 2008. These applications are no longer available.

But then it also says:

The 2008-2009 School Year (July 1^st, 2008 - June 30^th, 2009):

• FAFSA on the Web applications must be submitted by midnight Central Daylight time, June 30, 2009.

So which applies to me?

Have I missed the boat?

Alright. So how was the enrollment deadline Aug. 23 a month ago and now it's Aug. 1?

WTF.


I feel so ignorant on how to even enroll in this shit. It's been so long?

Now I'm afraid I'm too late for Financial Aid or a Loan. Which will totally fuck me up. Because I thought I had time.


I need to take:

Human Anatomy + Physiology
Computer Literacy (UGH)
General Psychology
College Algebra / and or / Spanish


And I was doing the online application and it said:

"If you've enrolled with us before after Spring 2000. There's no need to re-enroll."

???


Do I need to do a whole physical application or not? What? Just show up?

They really shouldn't make the getting in process so complicated.

I T-totally did it. I busted a ya'll out in my job interview today. I applied (online) for this cashier position at Kroger down the street.
I'm thinking I want to do something relatively easy (as long as I'm still living at home) especially for this first semester of school (I'm going full-time.)

So, I went in for the interview early this morning - was sort of half-asleep. I have this bad habit of not being able to pass up Kathy Griffin
stand-up specials even if I've seen them a hundred times. Anyway, the job interview was semi-awkward.

First of all, I went to the customer service desk to find out where to go. Why is it that the person who calls you never really says that?
"Just come in tomorrow at 9:30. Bring a photo ID." Thanks. The girl at the tobacco counter was sort of like sizing me up. They always do when you say "interview". This disgruntled man was at the counter bitching about how slow it was going. I kind of smiled and said, "That girl over there is open", and he looked at me and was like, "She's on the fucking phone." I just made eyes and looked away.

So, I walk through the deli and "behind the scenes". And found the corp offices.
I always love that shit. Getting to see a familiar store's back area.

The interview was going fine. She was really nice. I was mostly speaking directly to the assistant store manager. The actual store manager (female, also friendly - but had on shoulder pads) was talking to like management people about shit on the phone.
So, she's telling me a little about Kroger's history and about their union (which I pretended to know nothing about the union so I could say things like, "Wow, that sounds so great.")

I only ever walked out of one interview. At Best Buy. The guy was just being a total jerk skeeze. I said, "Sorry, I don't think this is for me. Especially if you're the main boss." and walked out! So, all of my other job interviews have been good. The weirdest was at Sears and Kenton Healthcare (the first interview for an Activity Coordinator - I could just totally tell the woman did not like me at all. So after a minute of knowing this, I just kind of gave her hell. Asking her 1000 random stupid questions. Talking non-stop, etc.) The second one (for nurse aide) was great.

Anyway. Kroger.

So, she asks if I have any questions.

And it happened.

I always want to ask something because I feel stupid if I don't.

So I busted it out of nowhere. No intention.

The most idiotic, random, dumb question ever.

Do ya'll sell those canvas grocery bags?

She looked confused for a minute. So, not once - but twice with the ya'll.

I mean, I guess what I mean, is are ya'll going green here?"

She shrugged. LITERALLY.

"I don't think so," she said kind of laughing.

Then I said: "Sorry. I guess that's like a really stupid question. (nervous laugh)"

She cracked up? And then proceeded to tell me that she really liked my personality and offered me the position!


It worked out. But I still felt so dumb!!!!!!! LOL.

Mom came home in a frenzy. Brett had called her on the job and was complaining of wisdom teeth pain. So, we went to Versailles to see him since (of course) they weren't answering the phone. Their new apartment is really nice. I knew this already, since I helped move them into it - but I hadn't seen it with stuff set up. It has ceramic square tile throughout the entire apartment. In every inch - even inside the closets. It has to be really easy to sweep and mop.

Upon arrival, of course, Brett was in the bed asleep. We knocked and knocked. Erin's poor dog is so neglected now. He never takes it outside. So, it only gets walked after she gets home around 5:00 pm. I guess I'm the only person who drove home on lunch breaks to take his dog for a walk? :shrug: I understand I'm somewhat outrageous which is why I'm insane over Chico's health issues and not being able to do anything for them. ("I just feel shame, shame, shame.") While Mom hit it into mother gear; I decided to take Chicken Pie out for a walk. About 20 minutes later, and after had had galloped through a field - I went back in and began to straighten up the house before Erin got home. I did the dishes, cleaned her living room. Anyone else - I may hold back - but I don't think it actually offends Erin.
Because it just wouldn't ever get done otherwise.

Brett was pretty much fine. He said the hurting must have stopped while he slept. But, we still gave him some pain meds (of my fathers) and antibiotics. I kind of tried to give him a stern talking-to. It felt weird; since I'm usually removed from any kind of encouraging speech when it comes to Brett. He's usually very defensive. But he was receptive this time. I think he wants to change. I'm glad for that. I just told him his situation was embarrassing and while I didn't have huge room to talk... I, at least, wasn't living off of a friend or girlfriend's family. He has to contribute. If anything, do the fucking dishes. Louses really annoy me. It takes all of five or, at most, ten minutes to manually wash your dishes. If you have a dish washer, then there's no excuse. A sink full of crappy, stinky, fly-buzzing dishes is totally uncalled for past your teenage years.

After going off about that a little - we hung out - Erin came back and then Mom went and picked up some Wendy's for us all.
It was a pleasant, somewhat random evening. On the ride back to Lexington, I was struck at how funny everything was.
I used to be holed up in a room thinking about their relationship in Hazard - and now I don't even live in Hazard anymore.
A year goes by fast. Two seems even quicker. People do change. Erin works full-time now; has for almost a year, and it's just weird.
It's odd to see her college aspirations shelved, for the most part. She's making OK money where she works - but it's not great money for someone of her academic caliber. I do think Dirk just drained that bitch. Or maybe it was the location, really. Nobody snatched her degree up. They seemed to all want something else. I'm sure it's tiring.

In no way am I alluding to Erin being a "failure" - I just think it's odd how things turn out. I never, in all my days, would have dreamed that she'd give up school and be in a long-term relationship with my baby brother. In turn, I never thought Brett would have abolished all of his value and been a leech off someone. My parents, maybe, but a scrub? I didn't know it!

And then it brings me to myself. I really am a spinster, I think. I seem to be satisfied just occasionally making sure people are taken care for - and petting my dogs - and thinking about romantic male figments of my imagination. It's a storybook life. In the worst way.

I know that I shouldn't be around people anymore who dredge up sour feelings like this. Except this particular incident wasn't sour.
It was just reality. I think I really realized shit in like two hours at their new place. Suddenly, mom felt like a really heavy anchor at my side. I would be afraid that I'm thinking too much about stuff - and true to character - trying to obliterate my chances at success with enrolling in this semester. But, I don't think so. I think it's actually the best time for my success. I seem to be gaining some kind of oddly timed clarity. I see what my blankets are and I'm willing to fold them up and put them in my trunk and / or linen closet for safekeeping.

*CUE TORI AMOS' WINTER PIANO INTRO*

Need to give a Where Are You Musically update!


"My Car", Atlas Sound
It sort of makes me want to have my own car just to dedicate it this song to it. I think it's weird, but truly beautiful?
"escaping depression - takes me a little while."

"Divine", Sebastian Tellier
A perfect song for the summer, I think!

"Great DJ", The Ting Tings
I absolutely love this! LOL. It's crazy. And I want her to be my new best friend.

"White Winter Hymnal", Fleet Foxes
This is a cold song. Not a video. But, I think it's great. And you shall fall in love with it, too.

"L.E.S. Artistes", Santogold
Of course, she's the hot ticket right now. And I support it.

"Declare Independence", Bjork
When Bjork tells you to raise your flag - you damn well better do it!

"Blind", Hercules and Love Affair
Gay disco. It's great!

"Mansard Roof", Vampire Weekend
And of course, my boys from VW. I love them all. Every jewish bone.



I hate that Kate Perry I Kissed a Girl  bitch. And Madonna has potentially put out her worst album in her whole career with that Hard Candy.

A lot has changed since my last account, the ill-fated judas_cradle.

We've moved out of the Reaver Redux. We're now living on Richmond Rd in a semi-ghetto. But, we have a washer and dryer and hardwood floors! And the dogs have a fenced in yard.  UK purchased the Hall properties and we had until the first week of July to be moved out. We moved Mid-June just to stiff them on the rent.

Dad had surgery on his ankle and had a bolt put in it. He's in a full leg cast. And will be until late September. (October, November - for PJ fans.) This has probably been the worst two years for my family. Mom and I are starting to think it's a curse.

Liz Phair reissued Exile in Guyville for it's 15th year anniversary. She only played select shows in Chicago, Los Angeles and New York. Bitch!
She played the album from start-to-finish and an encore (usually, "Chopsticks", "Wild Thing" and "May Queen"). I felt like hating her forever when she didn't take it on tour.

I'm starting school in the fall to take my pre-req's for Nursing School. I'm going on with the RN thing.

I have had the worst uphill battle of trying to find jobs. I've been hired three times and something has happened to each and every one. For starters, I was hired by Kenton Healthcare as a Nurse Assistant. On the day of my supposed orientation the state shut them down. So, I guess it's for the best. I was then hired by Pimlico Manor, again as a nursing assistant, and then they ran a background on me and found out I only had a certificate that wasn't state approved. Go figure. Drop $600 on a CNA certificate that you can't use anywhere. And thirdly, I got a job at an oxygen center being a clerk - and it fell through, too. So, in reality, I haven't had a job since February.

Brett and Erin are still trying to be lovers. They also had to move out of the Reaver, and they're now living about 25 minutes away in Versailles, KY. I haven't heard hide nor hair from them in about 2 weeks. They never called to give us their new tele#.

Ben Jones is having a baby.

I'm going to see Vampire Weekend in September in Louisville. I can't wait. I love them dearly.


Sex and the City: The Movie sucked.

My computer is dying a slow death. I've had this one since 2004. So, I'm really regretting not letting my parents buy me that iMac last year. T_T

And Chico's health is still declining. And I don't have the funds to help him. (looks into chihuahuarescue.org?)

But, I'm feeling optimistic.