Friday, September 28, 2007

What The...?

Y'all, the last week has been doggone crazy. As if the unfortunate Cart of Dooooommmm accident wasn't enough, being out for that one day put me all behind. I think I did alright on the Intro to Vet Tech quiz, despite falling asleep while studying that afternoon and thus being late for class (no blue workbooks, though; I guess my dreams aren't that psychic). But then I had to stay up late that night to finish some materials I promised to design for my mom's art show, and thus ran late this morning, stumbling into Chemistry class to find out we were having a surprise quiz - O, Joy! I don't think I did very well on it. It wasn't that I didn't know the material, per se, so much as I was so exhausted and frazzled that I couldn't tell where the donkey should go, how significant those places between him and the f*ck-chain were, and whether his name was Kelvin or Celsius.

THEN I get my Chemistry homework back, and Yay! because I got all the answers right, but Boo! because the prof took 30% off my score for "lateness." So, I had to follow him around for ten minutes until I could get him to pay attention to the fact that I had contacted him the morning after my night in the freakin' emergency room, so it had been an excused absence. He said he would change it back to 100%, but I have a feeling I'm just another face in the crowd to him, so I'd better watch him like a hawk.

NEXT it turned out that there was a message on my voicemail that I could make my missed lab class up, after all, but ONLY IF I RUN RIGHT NOW TO THE OTHER BUILDING AND TAKE IT CHOP CHOP RIGHT NOW DON'T STOP JUST GO! So, I did. And it was... fine. Like being in junior high once again, really, including having the partner who seemed a little slow and thus I ended up doing everything while she watched and copied my notes, except for the one thing she did do which messed up the experiment and would have ruined our results, had I not gone back and doctored the numbers.

Are we having fun yet?

Then, it was RACE back to Brooklyn to meet with my pet sitting partner, who had been circling in her car for over a half hour with two little dogs, waiting for me to meet them. They are cute, but I am not convinced they won't gnaw my face off when I go to walk them without her. I'm planning to Shake 'n Bake myself in a leaf bag full of crushed dog treats, hoping that they will then decide I'm worth sparing.

Now I'm late to get to my mom's house before the massage she's giving tonight, so I have to pack and await a call from her. Then it's schlepping to New Jerseyfor one day full of hanging her show, printing her materials, doing some store returns and hanging out at some harvest festival for a few hours while she gives chair massages. If there is a God, there will be fair weather and funnel cake.

Finally, on Sunday and Monday, I have to catch up on all the studying I'm behind on, try to do some of the neglected housework, and let Mrs. Nator know I'm still around, as well as resuming pet-sitting duties.

One day, and everything's backed up. And I'm only taking three classes right now (well, more like 2 and 1/2, since the student seminar is a gut course of sorts), y'all. God forbid I get the flu, or something, in Spring, when I'll presumably be taking at least 4 or 5.

Oh, and now my wound and shot site are beginning to hurt pretty regularly, thanks for asking.

And my Mega Millions ticket was not a winner.

Sigh.

 

...funnel cake?

8 comments:

Kenyo said...

Your Mom makes funnel cakes? Or did I mis-read that entry? Please slow down a bit and recover from your injury, before anything else. Stop and smell the betadine. (That's a little medical joke, sorry).

Please have a better weekend and go to Six Flags for the funnel cakes.

Hope all is getting better.

m00nchild said...

That all sounds like a big pile of mess. Fortunately there's calgon or it's aromatherapy equivalent. If you have a bathtub -- and can prop that wounded leg up out of the water. Even 15 minutes will give you that just so moment to take a deep breath in the midst of all that is hectic.

And if you don't do it, I will dammit. I needs a break, too, ok?

Heather said...

Yanno, there isn't much in this world that can't be cured by a (free) chair massage and some warm, powdered-sugar covered funnel cake. At least in my experience........... Mmmmm, funnel cake!

claire said...

wait a minute... your professor took off 30% for LATENESS?? WTF is that about?? because you were TARDY you only get an 80??

Dude, that's pretty fucked up right there. Sounds like someone needs a flaming bag of poop on the front stoop kind of fucked up...

First Nations said...

I'm with claire. wtf?!?
sounds like a case of 'big time' to me. woooo, i teach a college class in noo yawk! wooooo, i'm all serious hardcore with my afro puff! wooo!


...yeah I've been reading tom wolfe. why?

Doug said...

Sorry to hear about your poor leg! What a week indeed.

I have to look up funnel cakes. It's one of those things I keep hearing about, but I don't think I've ever seen one.

BigAssBelle said...

damn, what an ordeal. your mom sounds pretty cool, though. i think i want to be her :-)

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