Crash

   Stress is dumb. To even say that I've been stressed out would be an understatement.
Of course, with everything that's awesome comes the not-so-awesome parts, and right now my life is full of that.

I thought that stress would be isolated to my work, but no. My stupidity landed me in another pit of lamentation that could've so easily been avoided-- but no. I'm just stupid. One would think that after 2 semesters of college I'd understand how it all works; these degree things. Turns out, I didn't have a fucking clue, and under a completely different impression. Thankfully, the classes I took were not in vain, and went towards the billions of general ed classes that I have to take in addition to the pre-requisites in order to get into the program I want.
So for the next 900 semesters... I have to get those general ed classes out of the way. And maybe when I'm 72, I'll finally get into the program.. to embalm myself with my tears.

Today was the first day of classes, and being the dumbass that I am, mistakenly, last night I dropped one of my classes that I needed to get into another one (same class, earlier in the day) so that I wouldn't have a 7 hour time gap between classes. That gap was reserved for another class that I wanted, but it filled up because I read my registration appointment wrong, and missed my deadline, and didn't get in. So... I see this other class that's clickable still, and doesn't have a 'C' next to it (closed), but it wouldn't let me add it to my classes, because it was a duplicate course.

SO I DROPPED MY CLASS FOR THAT ONE, ONLY TO BE TOLD IT WAS FULL, AND CLOSED.

I tried to get back into my original class, but it was full. So, I basically fucked myself over and have to wait until next semester to take it. I saw that same course at Fullerton and signed up for that one, but I was on a waiting list, and when I got to Fullerton, the residential area with tons of cars and no parking and a billion students stressed me out and I came home.

Today I saw the counselor for my division; she gave me the impression that she either hated her job or didn't get her lunch break yet. I was already a nervous wreck going in to talk to her, and she treated me like.... idek. The whole conversation was off putting and intimidating. But I got the info I needed to try to graduate before I die. so. It was worth it. So much for that.

I just can't believe I'm only taking one class this semester. It kills me. It's so much wasted time and gas over something so stupid. but I've already accepted that I'm going to be knocking out gen ed courses for the next 18 years so.... whatever. I guess. sigh.
Things would be so much easier if I was a full time student and didn't have to worry about work.

Work.

ugh.

I want to talk about it, but I can't. because I'm sure some snitch will show someone what was written and get me fired. God forbid I express my concerns about my work environment on my own fucking site.

Aside from all that... Everything else is fine. I can pay my bills and rent, so ... that's what matters, right? I'm independent. have a job, a car, support myself, and... yeah.
awesome. i'm an adult. doing things adults should be doing.

fyi, if you're not going to school and you're bumming off your parents you're kind of a disgrace.
there's already a taboo for dudes that live w/ their parents after a certain age, but this should apply to everybody. or don't know how to drive and you're a grown ass person. Maybe you lost your car, but at least you know how to fucking drive

just pisses me off. I have a vicious respect for people who juggle all kinds of shit in their life in hopes of eventually finding serenity. and then I've met and known of people who just bum off others, who are in their mid or late 20's, 30's even, and don't do jack shit all day. Can't get around anywhere by themselves or do anything without asking their parents for money. Call it envy, I'd love to mooch off someone and be a lazy ass for the rest of my life... I think everybody would, but I also have a sense of pride that my stubbornness won't let me live down.

ugh.


I'm venting and rambling.
I don't really want anyone to talk to, I just needed to get this out. Everything is irritating me.

I forgot to get gas on the way home.
Calling corporate irritates me.
This level I'm stuck on in The Evil Within irritates me.
Being made to leave my store irritates me.
My class this semester almost put me to sleep.... this irritates me.
The dishes in the sink that have been there for a month after Bo cleaned the whole fucking kitchen by himself irritate me.



--- but...
Yesterday, two special ladies came over to pick me up to grab dinner at Hooters!

 Judy and Alexis.

Judy has made another appearance here on a previous entry :D

It was just what I needed after my last day. They even got me a little card. I'm going to miss them, and everyone there so much. It was so incredibly sweet for them to set this up. Pulled at my heart strings and was really touching. Thank you ladies. You don't know how moving this was for me. You made me feel like my presence there mattered. And I'll miss you both so much!

 I guess I can post this without worrying that someone will report me because I'm no longer their supervisor, ha. What a dumb policy. As if you don't create bonds with the people you work with... yeah. right.
"You can't be their friend, you're their boss"

sure yeah ok.

And on my last day, Judy got me this little gift that blew me away:

I KNOW RIGHT?!(say hi to Spike)
For those who don't know....

das me. 

yuh.

The most pain in the ass cosupray ever. YOU'D THINK IT WOULDN'T BE, REALLY, RIGHT?

No, it is.

So yeah, she got me le Bride and of course... I got emotional and almost cried and hugs and yeah. 

This was at work, lol. In front of everyone. I kinda wanted to rub it in peoples' face like HAH. YEAH. YOU'RE MAKING ME LEAVE BUT EVERYONE HERE LOVES ME, HMPH.

That's not a very nice thing to do but that's how I felt, lol. 

Eventually, we're all gonna go to the museum of death (again) because we bonded over our fascination of serial killers. If I could bake not half-assed, I'd totally make cupcakes with sliced marzipan dicks and gore and share them with those two. We could discuss all of the things, like how abusive/neglectful parents create and breed pedophiles, sociopaths, and murderers over delicious entrail cuppicakes and tea, and it would be marvelous. teehee! ^_^

ooh, now I'm hungry.

and now I'm not feeling as stressed. yay!