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Goodness, has it been 2 weeks? I've been neglecting the blog. I'm sorry.

I made a 96.5 (out of 100) on my Computer Graphics test! I'm so excited! On the previous one, I made a 90. And it wasn't all easy stuff either -- there are scribblings of matrix math and diagrams and all sorts of cool mathy things all over it. 96.5! Woot!

Oh and speaking of woot, I ordered 3 random shirts from shirt.woot. I got them in three different womens sizes: medium, large, and xl. I'm a normal medium but these shirts supposedly run super small and I want to know what size i am for future purchases (shirt.woot.com has a tshirt everyday -- they're 10 bucks with shipping included and some are super awesome). So I figured random shirts would be a great way to figure out what size I am in their shirts.

It shipped via smartpost -- which of course means it will be well over the 5-7 day time frame -- as always. I tell you what -- smart post is a piece of shit. How are they still in business? Google it sometime -- you'll see -- it's shit. But 10 dollars with shipping included -- I'll wait. And woots awesome about replacing shirts that never come.

Also, unrelated, I have a 8gig black zune -- unopened and brand new for sale. I won it at a convention -- but I use Apple & iTunes. Plus money is good. It's 180 at Target and 175 at Walmart. I know because I tried to return it to both as a "gift" -- no go. Target apparently changed their policy about returns. Bastards. Anyway -- so I'm selling it. Make me an offer. Though be warned, I fully expect to get near retail price for it.


One of my friends came over to watch a movie tonight (Gattica). It was kind of a last minute thing. She actually walked in on me making rice krispies treats and bitching with the neighbor, Kathy (whos moving this saturday -- I'll miss her). Kathy excused herself since I had company and I continued with my "cooking" while my friend sat on the couch.

Then she starts telling me about something that reminded her of me today. I love when people think of me! So she starts off with "We were looking at trailers..." Wait -- thats not cool. I don't want to give off the kind of vibe that you are reminded of in trailer parks.

But she continued on that the nicest trailer was actually the cheapest. Apparently it was the oldest. However, the woman who lived there had decorated it and made it comfortable and she said it was "homey" and definitely the best.

Awww. Thats really very sweet.

I don't take compliments well. And I figure everyone who tells me they love my apartment and what I've done with it is placing a "for what it is" or an "even though" on the end. But this was just so... sweet. It wasn't a way she was trying to compliment me -- it wasn't something she racked her brain for. And it's a compliment like that that makes me stop stirring the marshmallows and look up at the wall and smile. I knew she meant it.

Car Issues

Mom was coming in to spend the night Thursday -- I knew she'd be at my place any moment -- but I still had to go to class. When I get to UAH, I park and roll up my windows -- only it doesn't go. So I went over and tried to push it up -- no go. I tried to grab it and pull it -- no go. So I start wiggling it. I push it down -- and oh shit. Did I really just do that?

Of course, it didn't come back up up. Ugh. Now it was all the way down and wasn't going to budge. I went to class anyway and I was SURE it would be gone when I got out. I was so sick with anxiety that my stomach was lurching and I was about to vomit. But it was there when I got out.

I took it to Firestone but they didn't have time to look at it that day so they told me to bring it back Friday. Well I can't leave the car in my parking lot with the window down! Not in my neighborhood! So I left it with them overnight and paid 20 dollars for them to look at it. They called me Friday and said it would cost 480 dollars to fix. I told them to just stick it back up -- it didn't have to work -- I just wanted it closed. They said it would be 180 for the labor and it would just fall back down. So I told them not to touch it and I'd be there to pick it up in 30 minutes. He bickered about how he wasn't trying to rip me off and he was trying to "do the right thing." First, mechanics hardly ever do the right thing by women. I had oddly enough, just read an article on CNN about that that day. But regardless -- I didn't have that money and theres no way I could get it.

Momma (who was there) said I should just pay them for it and she'd get the money from dad. Fuck that, I'm not paying them 500 dollars. And it'll be a cold day in Hell before I pay someone 200 dollars to unscrew a fucking door panel.

Oh and did I mention how perfect the timing was? I don't mean that sarcastically either -- it was so wonderful that mom had come up just in time to help me out with the repairs. I don't mean money-wise; I mean having someone to drive me to the mechanics and back and forth and we could use her car while mine was getting fixed -- it was perfect.

So I called Volkswagen of Huntsville. I've taken my car there before. I told them the problem (I knew what the part was, but I've since forgotten) and asked for an estimate on getting it fixed. He gave me a quote for the labor, told me he'd have to speak with the parts department to get the total price but he wanted to look something up and he put me on hold. He came back and said that there had been a warranty extension on the windows of 7 years and there was a possibility that my 2001 was still under that warranty. He put me on hold again to look it up. I told mom to pray real hard LOL.

He came back and said I missed it by a WEEK! The car was made in February and it's March. Dammit! Seriously? And then he was like - wait - wait -- the car wasn't bought until June so it's still covered! WOOT!

So I start listening off everything I want fixed on the car -- the air-conditioning doesn't work, I need a new tail light assembly, the check-engine-light has been on solid for the past 3 years... And then he said it was just for the window. Dammit. But AWESOME!

So I dropped it off with them. I signed some paper work and asked them to go ahead and take care of all the recalls I've been ignoring while they were at it (something about a catalyst and the brake light switch). The only complaint I have is that they don't give any time estimates. I didn't get one and neither did anyone else I spoke to. Whatever though -- it wasn't a problem since mom was with me.

I picked it up next day (Saturday) and didn't even have to sign anything. It didn't cost me a penny. And they went ahead and updated the other door too since it was likely to go soon too (I requested this be done).


The whole thing just fell into place and worked out perfectly -- it was barely a glitch on the map. How awesome is that? God is good.

"He's not abused, I promise"

So I went out to take my laundry down to the laundry room (man, I cant WAIT till I have my own washer/dryer) and Jack ran out as usual. Only lately he's be going a lot further than the bush outside the door -- he runs down the stairs. So I figured I'd let him have his fun and when I came back he'd be wanting to come back in. I was gone MAYBE 3 minutes.

I walk back up and see that 2 women are by my door. Oh, lord -- hes attracted the neighbors again. He had come right back to the door and started wailing to get in. Nathan says he's a siren -- he can be loud when he wants something. The 2 women were doting on him and petting him and - im sure - talking about taking him home. I told him he was mine and they were telling me how hes been wailing at my door (common, only for 2 minutes). I opened the door and he ran inside so I let them come in and explained that he just does that -- hes not abused or anything. Then both he and Tabitha crowded around to investigate the new people.

Fucking cat.

Last night I yelled at a neighbor for abusing his dog (VERY bad idea in retrospect -- I know). And now It looks like I'm abusing my cats. And I already feel terrible because I had to clip their nails today and you'd think they were being tortured by the way they sound when I do it.

And now the poor tortured cat is purring next to me. And any minute he'll go in the kitchen and eat the tuna fish I put out for them this afternoon. Then he'll take a drink out of his water fountain and mosey on back to bring me one of his 50 toys. And then Tabitha will come join us and lick his head. Then she'll curl up in the blanket on the couch and be as far as possible from her past as a stray who was so starved (and most likely abused) that her growth was stunted.

Poor poor abused creatures.


My glasses broke last night. My super cute, stylish, only pair. And no, it wasn't Jacks fault (for once). It is my ex's fault. He rolled over on them and stressed the metal hinge (details have been changed to protect my reputation -- but blame still lies on the same guilty party). They finally gave out last night.


Lenscrafters is the only store with an eye doctor working today (Sunday) but they didn't have any appointments. So I went and sat in their office for 2 hours hoping they could fit me in. Then when they finally called me up, she told me they didn't take blue cross insurance. WTF? You couldn't have told me this 2 hours ago!? And on top of that, I didn't find any frames I particularly liked.

While I was waiting, I asked the lab techs if they could fix mine -- they said no. They discussed it amongst themselves (no jewelry stores or local optical stores could fix them) and decided my best hope was this place that doesn't deal with the public -- but they gave me their phone number and told me to call and ask about it anyway. I'll do that first thing Monday.

I really don't see why anyone can't fix them (the hinge broke). These are 300 dollar designer frames, dammit -- someone ought to be able to replace the fucking hinge.

I'm currently wearing a pair that I had made over 4 years ago. They're giving me a wretched headache but at least they'll do -- thank God. They certainly aren't going to work for long -- I replaced them for a reason. Plus they just aren't attractive on my new skinny face. And all the special coatings have worn off so I can see the reflection of my eyeball in them. That's really not cool.

I had saved some money to treat my mom to a fancy dinner and such next weekend, but now it looks like I'll have to spend that to get my glasses. Ugh!

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