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I just got home from my first day. My financial aid still isn’t right, but I’m working on it. I was thisclose to accepting the loan they’ve been offering me last night to just make my life easier, but I resisted. Barely. I spent $600+ on the required books today. Those were seriously the heaviest stack of books ever!! After standing in line holding them for 20 minutes 2 hours ago my arms are still like jelly. I still need to buy the 2 “recommended” books(hoping to find those online) and a nearly $200 supply bag.
I’m tired as fuck, but glad that I made it through the first day. Now if I make it throught tomorrow I’ll be off until Monday.
I’m transferring P to another school. I plan to do the paperwork Friday and he can start Monday. He isn’t happy where he is and I think maybe the other school that is the same distance from our house might be better. He’ll even be able to ride the bus when he gets a little bigger since this school has a bus that runs right in front of our house.
I’m too tired to think. Hopefully tomorrow wont be as tiring.
Oooh, but I did meet someone interesting and we hung out in line at the book store talking. She works in the town I live in and she jokingly said “she knew right where my house was if she needed help” 
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So I had a good cry last night. This morning I got out of bed and put my big girl panties on and I’m dealing with it. Mostly right now I’m dealing with it by cursing a lot and wishing painful eruptations on people’s asses but I did tell my parents and my father said he’d come up with the money. Since I’m currently fighting with my mother (because she thought it would be fun to go off her fucking medication and start throwing her crazy around) she just had something cuntish to say and blames me. Thanks ma! Love it when you go crazy and take your shit out on us.
I’m hoping that I will be able to get this shit straightened out Monday and if my father does have to pay it for me, I’ll at least get a refund check at some point in the near future to pay him back.
Now how do I convince P to stop getting into trouble every day at school? They don’t want him to ask why about everything and I’ve never stopped him from asking why. I might not always answer and sometimes I throw out the dreaded “Because I said so!” but I don’t want him to stop asking why. Unfortunately his teacher doesn’t like to be asked why when she tells him to do/not do something and I can understand that. What I can’t understand is her attitude towards me and her inability to at least acknowledge the note I sent asking her what specifically was “Cutting up in class and not obeying rules” ? I know what I would consider cutting up but if he is getting in trouble for touching the wall as he is walking down the hall I don’t know what to say to him. I can’t exactly convey “Just act like a little sheeple and don’t touch their precious paint because they are all a bunch of cuntbags and I have yet to conceive how their heads aren’t pointy from that stick they have jammed up their asses and when you get home I’ll let you put a few more stickers on your bedroom wall.” by saying “Be a good boy and mind your teacher today!”
I hate that he is going to a school that is so focused on standardized test scores because the better the scores the more money they get and even though they have cut out anything the kids enjoy and I’m buying goddamned soap and tissue and snacks for the class because of budget cuts and yet the school board decided that paying 11 million dollars to build a new middle school and high school would be a good idea. P gets to stay in the same school that was built in the 60s and loses out because of “budget cuts.”
I know, I know. Piss and moan. I feel like calling everybody assholes, gathering up my toys out of the sandbox and stomping home. I’m sure the ranting will end soon. What choice do I have?
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I found out today that I don’t have the scholarship money that I’ve been using to pay my tuition. My school is saying that my GPA wasn’t high enough when they calculated it in the Spring. I checked online and they don’t have all of my classes listed, which IS making my GPA lower than it should be, but WTF? I wasn’t a student there in the spring. Combine this with the book prices that I found listed yesterday that total about $700 and the $400 for insurance that I haven’t bought yet and I’m fucked. The grant money that I would be using to buy books and insurance is instead going toward tuition that should’ve been payed by the scholarship and I don’t think there will be enough left over to pay for it all.
I hate my life.
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Sorted, hopefully.
After several days of increasingly frantic phonecalls made and voicemails left someone finally called me back and got everything straightened out for me. She didn’t really want to be the one to do the work, but when she tried to transfer me to someone else she got the same bullshit recording I’d been getting. So she very reluctantly did it herself. Then the nursing department called me back and let me know I was good to go. Then late yesterday evening one of the other people I’d tried contacting finally called me, so I made her double check that everything was fine.
I now have a green light to go to the orientation next week. Why do they need another orientation anyway? I don’t want to sound like a total asshat but I really don’t want to sit through all the talks from other nursing students and all the other crap. Plus I’m sure the A*r*m*y (that is treating us to lunch) will talk and then the rep from the uniform company will talk (I’ve already bought everything I need)and then we have to take a test and YES I am whining. At least I’m no longer freaking the hell out about it all. I’m just tired and ready to get started.
Damn gotta go pick up P from school. Remind me to rant a little about the fact that he has completely turned into an obnoxious ass since school started. I don’t know wtf is up or how I’ll fix it.
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Now this is familiar
Nursing department contacted me today right at lunch time to let me know that they weren’t able to register me for classes because their system was saying I wasn’t a student. So I’ve spent my day calling a half a dozen numbers and leaving messages trying to find out wtf is going on. So far I haven’t talked to anything besides voicemail. I’ll start again in the morning.
At least I can switch from oh sweet hominy what if I flunk out? to oh mumbling kangaroos what if I don’t even get to go to classes?
In slightly less terrifying news the prospect of moving in 3 or 4 years has now been moved to maybe next year with the added bonus of my parents wanting to move too! They were the only reason I was going to put it off for a year or two after I graduated (if I get to go that is!), but they have recently started considering selling their house and moving somewhere else. My mother asked me tonight where would my ideal place to move be.
Now I can ponder locations while I’m lying awake at night instead of my bordering on phobic fear that I will forget how to perform CPR and someone will DIE!!! Or some other such nonsense.
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I just realized that people might actually expect me to know what the hell I’m doing at some point in the very near future. 
Is it too late to take those last few accounting classes that I need for my degree? Doing taxes doesn’t suck that bad. OK that’s a huge lie. Accounting sucks and there is a reason I dropped out 10 years ago when I was only 2 quarters from having a (completely useless) degree.
Maybe I could go back to being a baker? Sure the pay and the hours and the hand-cramping, back breaking work kind of sucked…Fuck. I guess this means I’ll be carrying on with my scheduled activities this fall. Classes start in 8 days and for the last few days I’ve been getting steadily closer to losing my shit in a big way. I’m so nervous and I have all these “What if I flunk out? What if I don’t know what I’m doing? What if I’m not smart enough to do this?” thoughts circling in my brain and I’ve been awake until 3 am every morning and I’m a basket case!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m hoping once I actually make it to next week I’ll chill the fuck out a little. Surely I can do this right? I mean I wouldn’t have gotten this far if I were a complete idiot.
Please for the love of waffles no one get sick or injured and go to a hospital or doctors office or anything in Georgia. You might be faced with me as one of your healthcare providers and trust me you do NOT want to be faced with Nurse(in training) Ordy.
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To the person who got here by searching for “touching funbags” I have a question. What exactly were you looking for? Examples? Pictures? Guidance? Instances where that would be appropriate? Perhaps you should refine your search a little sweetie. I’ve found that being really specific in my searches for pron*ahem* items of a certain nature helps. So if you want to see some hands/feet/other body parts touching boobage you should put that in your search. Of course if you were wanting to see 2 sets of bewbs touching then you were (perhaps) spot on in your wording and I will help you in cursing G**gle for (disappointinglyI’m sure) leading you here. I’m so sorry about the wrong turn and wish you luck in your endeavor.
Now if that were the most pressing question I have right now I would be done and headed to bed. Instead I must ponder exactly why spell check wants to change boobage to boogers. While I’m no expert on either of those things I know for a fact that I’m way more open to having some boobs rubbed on me than I am some boogers. One would cause me to purr in appreciation, the other not so fucking much.
OK. The slightly more rational part of my brain is reminding me that it is 1:15 in the morning and P will wake up at 6(ish) and that means that he will wake me up approximately 1 nanosecond after that and then refuse to let me doze in my bed while I let him what whatever the fuck he wants on the tv. Seriously, I would almost be willing to pay for therapy later on and let him watch Freddy flay teenagers all willy-nilly if he would sit in my bed quietly with a few toys and books and JUST LET ME SLEEP in the morning time!! Of course his taste in tv viewing is slightly less (afuckinglotless) violent than that. He was scared of All Dogs Go To Heaven and that dvd has never been played again since that ill-fated first time.
The time from 6 am to noon has always been the time that my internal clock has considered prime snoozing time. It still considers it that and makes no matter that I haven’t actually gotten to sleep during that allotted time in the last eternity.
As usual I do not even vaguely recall what the hell I was originally going to post about, so I’m just gonna stop here and go to bed.
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Hi to all the new people swinging through my little corner of the internet recently. Wish I could say that you will be amused and entertained, but as I recently said “I’m not a writer, I’m a complainer.” Feel free to stick around, comment and call me an asshole, whatever. I’m easy.
So Thursday I went and had a lovely time meeting some other bloggers. The kid was good, the drive was fine, what little bit of my food that P didn’t eat before I did was good. I resisted the lure of the 3? malls and a flea market(that I have no idea if it was even going on, but the urge to take the exit and find out was strong) I had to drive past to get there.Everyone was really nice to me and I didn’t feel like a total fucking freak. That is always a bonus.
If I had one complaint it would be this–I forgot to put sunblock on my arms before we left so I dug around in my purse (I need to write a post about purses) and found the non-sticky kids sunblock I bought for P and slathered it all over my arms. That wasn’t the wisest thing I could have done.
I got a nasty itchy rash all. over. my. arms. and this is where the title of this post comes from. I thought the best thing to do would be to take some benadryl, but since I’m such a lightweight I waited until almost bedtime to take a dose. I woke up the next morning wearing a tshirt and nothing else. I still don’t know at what point I removed and then got out of bed to HIDE my underwear. Friday night I took another dose. Yesterday morning I woke up without a shirt, but I must not have needed to hide it because it was in the floor by my bed. I tried one more dose last night because what the hell, I need a hobby. I woke up with the two hairbands I had in my hair lying neatly by my pillow. I changed my sheets yesterday and my underwear are definitely not hidden in my bed.
The even stranger part is that I don’t remember having a single dream any of the nights that I could somehow blame my nocturnal need to get naked on. I guess I need to switch to non-drowsy antihistamine next time I need one. One of only two medications I ever take and the world will be a less happy place for a lot of people who are forced to interact with me if I’m forced to give up my PMS pills.
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Soooo, remember how I might have mentioned to numerous people I didn’t want to do any more driving for a little while? What with the 2 almost 200 mile road trips in a 7 day span? Turns out I’m easy (heh, shut it!) and all it takes is someone (http://creatingmotherhood.com/) mentioning on their blog they will be having lunch in Savannah with another blogger and asking if anyone else would like to meet up to convince me to make the drive again.
I’m trying to keep my inner 13 year old girl gagged and stuffed in a trunk in the back of the closet. I don’t want to start with the OMG what if no one likes me?!?! thoughts or I’ll talk myself out of going. Maybe I’ll even finally take the kid to the beach afterwards. Probably not, even if that makes me feel like an ass because I told him I would take him sometime this summer.
Now as long as I don’t freak out too much and as long as P doesn’t wake up channeling a demon the day of, I’m gonna get to meet some cool internet people!!! I would say as long as I don’t freak out, but really? It has been well established I freak about everything. It took me an hour to find a tshirt to wear to go see G Force yesterday. The whole time spent mumbling and wanting to change my mind about going. I ended up changing back into the first tshirt I put on. Because it is so important which tshirt I’m wearing to take my kid to see a movie about rodents and each cheap pizza. (What is up with that anyway? Why is a medium pepperoni pizza just 1/3 the price of 2 tickets, a medium popcorn and a medium drink?) I did say I’m happier lately. No mention was made of the crazy that is still inside my head.
Now tomorrow I have to drive all my final paperwork to my college because (fuck me!) I only have 3 weeks until classes start. I also need to buy P some shoes (the only thing left besides hemming his pants), so I’ll try to do that tomorrow while we are out.
But seriously? WHAT IF ALL THE COOL KIDS THINK I’M A BIG FREAK???? I mean I KNOW I’m a freak, but what if no one likes me!?!?
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The movie was amusing. P was pretty well behaved throughout and ate an entire medium popcorn by himself. Just the thought of eating a whole popcorn(one of the few things I wont eat) while sitting in the front row of a theater and craning my head to watch the high flying hi-jinks of a bunch of furry critters really makes me want to hurl.
Of course he had a raging screaming fit at bedtime tonight to make up for having a pretty good day otherwise. It got real ugly around here and I was forced to NOT READ HIM A BOOK. This is an offense of which he will remind me first thing in the morning. Nothing quite like being stared down by a 5 year old at 6 am and the first thing they say to you is an admonishment for fucking up their bedtime routine.
In other (my life is so boring) news my brother (aka the ass), when I mentioned I would rather be going to see The Tranformers movie, decided that an appropriate response to this would be to tell my mother “She just wants to see that because she probably likes Megan Fox.” I was unable to form a response to that and just hid my face with embarrassment. I was not embarrassed because I have the hots for whatserface (I’m finding myself interested in more butch women lately and she certainly isn’t that), but because it is kind of embarrassing to admit that I want to see the movie because the autobots fill me with inexplicable glee. Seriously.
Why does embarrassin its many forms in that last rambly tmi paragraph look wrong? I think either I’m losing my mind or my spellcheck is fucked. Either of which is entirely possible.
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