yesterday just took me hostage;

Oh, how my week has blurred by in such slow motion.

So, in my last post I said I wanted a refund on my 21st birthday. Wish granted. Friday night was Michael's 21st, and being the reckless, irresponsible person I've become, I ditched out on my plans to go to a required play for my theatre class and instead went to the bar with his family and him. I swear, his mother is a raging alcoholic of sorts. Every time my glass emptied or I finished another shot, another one magically appeared in front of me. I don't even recall half the night, which is probably best.

Saturday I worked the lamest 4 hour shift ever. I've said it a million times already, but I'm really starting to feel it now: I hate my job. People are such utter (for lack of a better word) fucktards. Christmas always brings out the cynicism in me. Again, I didn't go to the play. Whoops.

Sunday was work ALL DAY LONG. I should have worked on papers and studying when I got off at 8, but instead I crashed. Actually, I assume I crashed. I don't remember what I did that night, and I wasn't even drunk.

Monday morning was a but of a sleep in, though admittedly I will miss my 8 AM drawing and composition class, if only for the cute guys that were in there. Whatever shall I do now, with no cute boy to distract me? Oh, sarcasm. The intro to film final was... ridiculous, to say the least. I probably passed it, but not with a high grade. The class, overall, was silly and mostly mundane. Not that I don't like watching movies (I am a HUGE nerd when it comes to films. Director's cuts and 'making of' documentaries are what I live for), but the professor nearly bored me everyday, and more often than naught, put me right to sleep. Worked another super lame 4 hour shift.

Tuesday, this morning, wasn't so bad. I was up till about midnight the night before cramming last minute info in for humanities. In my rush to be on time for that final, I left my intro to theatre notebook, old quizzes/exams, and textbook sitting on my floor. Basically, I sat my theatre exam with absolutely no preparation and still scraped by with at least a B. Humanities, though, is a whole different can or worms. I honestly don't know how I did on that one. I know I goofed and got some of the early Roman popes and what they contributed to mixed up, and I KNOW I spaced on the basic principles of Judaism. -sigh-

And then the most fun of all occurred once I got home. I rebrushed my teeth and headed back to the dentist to get the crown put on. Oh my god. The tooth had been hurting off and on for the last two weeks (something I was assured was normal and not desperately in need of a root canal), and I was fine until she pulled the temp off. WORST PAIN EVER. They had no choice but to numb me up again, and that meant not filling the cavity on the other side of my mouth (they left the choice to me: just work on the crown today, or have both sides of my mouth throbbing in pain once the numbness wore off). So I go back the second week of January. I am going to hate that sadistic Nazi hang out by the time I go in for my next cleaning. I know it.

So I made it home, popped two ibprofins, and passed out watching Dark Knight. Woke up in absolute pain, regardless of the 400 mgs of pain killers I took. And now, here I sit, pondering what I am going to do with all my free time till January 19th when school kicks back up. I have a pile of books waiting for me to finish/begin, and right now, that sounds absolutely perfect.

I can figure out the point of anything, just not as quick as I can mess up my life;

Ha, so much for blogging everyday. Who did I think I was kidding?

With that said, I can honestly say I had one of the lamest 21st birthdays ever. I was surrounded by (most of) the people I care most about, but I still found myself countind down the minutes until it was over. For one, I hate being the center of attention. It's part of (if not the entire) reason why I'm apprehensive about majoring in theatre arts; it means taking up an acting course and having people focus on me. For two, I worked the early shift at work that day and had been up since 5 that morning. I was dying to just crawl into bed and snooze. And for three, I found myself, in that moment, highly irritated with the majority of those people. I got one birthday card (not including the ones I got from my union rep for work or the one from the corporate office). I know money was tight around their birthdays and I only got them cheap gift cards, but I still got them something. These people just showed up, complained about the restaurant I chose and then whined about the service and food. I saw how utterly unappreciative they were, and it really made me see that I have nothing in common with these people anymore. I was disappointed, to say the least. I demand a refund for my 21st birthday.

In other news, the semester is almost over! I didn't realize until yesterday just how much work I still have to do for my theatre class. I have the major project (consisting of 2 pages on how I would direct the production Bus Stop by William Inge, one costume plot, and three drawings of costumes for my half of the characters), 3 papers on the 3 plays I've seen (so far I've only seen one. I have to make it to one show this weekend and hope that I can find a last minute play to see for the third), the final to study for, the two extra credit take home quizzes, and I have all of this completed and turned in by the 16th. I'm in a panic. Humanities I have one more paper and the final, and then I am done (with the exception of retyping and returning in the first paper we did on Sappho's poetry because I misunderstood how to cite it). All we have to do in art for the next week is a self portrait that we started today (and I am hating it already). And then film we have this ridiculous written exam Monday about a clip of one of the films for homework we should have seen by now, and applying it to what we've learned this semester from lecture and the textbook. That following Monday is our final, which also happens to be multiple choice. Let the mad race for prepping for finals begin!

Yesterday was my own personal inferno. Dante had to endure all the souls of "greatness" and their personal suffering to learn how to save his own soul from sin. I had to endure 2 hours in a dentist chair, numbed beyond belief, and just gripping the chair arm while I let the sound of the drill drown out the awful melodies and tunes of Christmas and Yuletide cheer. Gag me (pun not intended). I no sooner got home before the numbness died down and I could feel pain. The worst pain I've ever encountered after a dentist appointment. I was shocked (and a huge blubbering baby to boot). I was fine after 800 mg's of ibprofin, and I woke up this morning still sore but not in a huge amount of pain. Thankfully. I go back on the 16th to get the actual crown put on. -CRINGE-

Lastly, I figured out a schedule for next semester. It took a while to figure out and try not to complicate it with work, but I managed to get something I can (almost) live with. Mondays/Wednesdays I'll have French 402 from 9:45 to 11:50 in the morning. Tuesdays/Thursdays will be a bit more packed. I'll have Intro to Shakespeare from 9 to 10:30 A.M.; Study of World Religions from 10:30 to 11:50; EngWr 301 from 1 to 2:20; and Modern Humanities from 2:30 to 3:50. It'll be a long semester, and I won't be taking nearly as many naps as I managed to smuggle in this semester. Pity, I'm going to miss them.

And so now I will stop my whining about lame friends who kill birthday buzzes and insane end of the semester procrastination and dentists who remind me of Steve Martin's character in Little Shop of Horrors and mad scheduling for next semester and try to choke down some food.

i'm the insitigater of underwear showing up here and there, oh no!;

Something that baffled me today: People who wear their cell phone/digital camera on a cord around their neck. I just don't get it. I get that they probably don't want to lose it/break it/scratch it, but seriously. You need to wear your Sidekick around your neck just to protect it?

In other news, dentists and their technicians and assistants are sadists. I went in last week for an initial check up and for x-rays because I hadn't been to a dentist in about 3 years (I also went in because I'm an idiot and ate an old Heath bar and broke off a part of one of my back molars. Oops), and they scheduled me today for a cleaning. With the exception of needing a crown for said broken molar (which without insurance is $2500. OUCH), I only had one cavity. For some reason this is a matter of great interest and perplexity for my dentist and his minions since it's been so long since my last office visit. I got told about ten times during both visits how I've got stellar brushing and flossing habits. These people don't realize it's visits like today that make me anal about my oral hygiene. I have never had a cleaning like today's. My teeth got picked, flossed, poked, prodded, polished, and god only knows what else. It hurt, and my teeth and gums are still sore. And now I have my December 2nd appointment when they begin work on my crown to look forward too. Hurray.

Before I went in to get tortured for half an hour, I dropped in at my doctor's office to get a flu shot. They decided to also give me my second shot of gardisil (the HPV vaccine) at the same time. Today was not a good day.

Now I am ready to drop into bed and sleep today off. But not before one last check with my phone for any [birthday] messages (oh, yeah. My charger died and now my phone is dying a slow death. I am not coping well at all. I'm having seperation anxiety from the outside world).

cramped up and couldn't write a word all day;

Hmm, well welcome to blogspot, Tara.

I've kinda gotten sick of my livejournal (http://emandated_faith.livejournal.com/), especially since now that I've got the itch to write and blog about the not so interesting happenings of my life and there are people I know on my friends list who would be offended and probably upset with some of the things I say or think, I made the not so clearly thought out decision to start up a new blog. Dear self, don't cause drama with your blog like back in junior year. kthxbai.

So, hummm. Yeah, not much to blog about tonight. I'll possibly try to blog tomorrow (we'll see how far I can get with blogging every day. Ha.).