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So here's the skinny -
+Micro final = DONE!!!!!
No more talking about shigella in the ladies room, no more drinking excessive amounts of Dunkin' Donuts coffee in order to stay awake in the AM classes so I can take excessive notes on virulence factors. NO MORE WORRYING ABOUT LEPTOSPIROSIS WHEN EATING MY HAMBURGER. Now, really. This is a load off.
+Studying for Nursing and Soc finals = ONGOING!!
This is why if you tried to reach me today, or, for that matter, ANY day this past week, you likely got some sort of "Cassie isn't there" thing going on. It's a lie. I'm there, but I'm in front of the fire downstairs where I get no reception or my phone is in my bag and I'm already working on drowning out the din of the house with earphones as it is. So, all is not lost. If you left a message, you'll get a call back. Sometime. Finals are Thursday, so any time after that is fair game, unless you want calls at 3AM after studying is done and all that stuff.
+Nessie The Car = IN THE SHOP!!!!
My car, of course, decided to poop out on me during finals week and is taking a rather extended vacation down at MVService after deciding just to refuse to start for me sometime last week. I threw a temper tantrum right there in the eighteen-degree cold of that morning, my hair still wet and suddenly frozen into sticks of ice and keratin, makeup unppplied, scarf thrown around my head in an effort to preserve some of the remaining neural functioning on the right side of my face. I turned the key, and turned the key again, and again, and again. And I've had a lot of cars that haven't really started in the winter, but this was not really not starting, as in - wouldn't start. So I got out, stomped my feet and almost broke myself by slipping on the ice as I did so, slammed my car door, muttered about the cold, and running into the house and opening the door, lamely whined to Drew about needing to take his car for the day. Nessie currently remains victim of oxygen intake problems due to bad temperature gauges, and will be fixed as soon as her parts arrive in shipment form.
+My junk = IN A NEW BAG!!!
Yes, after a year of using my awesome free totebag as a purse - the one I got at the healthcare symposium - I got sick of never being able to find my pens which constantly migrated to the pits and abysses of its innards. Intending to find Christmas gifts and not finding anything at all that was anywhere near what I wanted to get people (and I'm pretty specific about what I want to get people this year), I saw the bag and immediately felt guilty about wanting it while I was supposedly Christmas shopping. However, I've been jonesing for a new bag for months now and have been really bored with the selection whenever I've even bothered to pay attention to the selection itself, so I didn't feel too guilty. Plus, it was way, way cheap. I feel this should be desacriptive enough, considering that today, all items of clothing worn on my personage were either given to me as hand-me-downs - "handydowns," as Tess used to call them - such as my shoes and my tee shirt, or bought on Dollar-an-item day at the Slavation Army, such as my awesome western button-up and my incredible, incredible jeans that fit perfectly. So I was pround of my fancy new bag, and you should be too. I saw it, fell in love with its green-ness, and even a little bit with its flowers (though I'm not really a flowery type of girl), but the real clincher was that it had inside pockets - one for pens, and one that zippered. Bliss. I love bags. Just not those ugly designer ones with logos and initials and weird colored hearts on them, okay? Okay.