Official and Protective

My dad is a stickler for official looking things I'm not sure why though he really doesn't like to follow the rules. Anyway I had to go book shopping for a few books I couldn't find online. I needed the syllabus to know which books I still needed to buy. Anyway it was raining when we left. Before we left he demanded I put my syllabus in a folder. I hate when he does that. I was just going to fold it up and put it in my pocket.

You know how I am about carrying extra stuff. I mean I hate taking anything to school. If I could I'd come to class with nothing more than a few sheets of paper, 1 or 2 pens, a book, and maybe a bottle of water. I don't like purses because in a lot of places they are not allowed. I'm not like my mom. I don't need a purse; just give me some pants with large pockets. It was like when I was in school 5th-12th, and they would not let us bring any type of bag to school during the last week. They feared we would bring contraband vandalizing tools. Like eggs, shave cream, paint and stuff like that.

When we get to the school it's raining pretty hard, so he tries to justify his logic in this by saying that since it's raining hard my papers would get ruined. I said they wouldn't get wet if I would have folded up the papers, and put them in my pocket. I mean if it was raining, and I was wearing my jacket with the papers in my pocket there would not have been a problem.

This reminds me of the time when I was first going to college back at CSUF, and he made me carry around all my finical aid papers in this "official looking" pamphlet. That thing didn't have pockets like a folder and the papers would usually fall out. He would get so mad about that. After a while I was so sick of the papers falling out the pamphlet that I suggested we use a folder. (hey it had pockets). He refused. He said the folder shouldn't be used because it had cartoon characters on it, and that the pamphlet looked much more official.

When we get to the bookstore they tell me I can't bring my folder in. You know for security measures. My dad makes a scene in the store as usual... :/ So I had to check that in. Why doesn't he ever listen to me? *shrugs*

Leftovers

I did not put them in a jar. A little No Doubt reference for you. ;)

Actually I over looked my last few blogs and there were a few things I forgot to mention. So here they are in this leftovers blog.

Here are some of the things I forgot to mention. Ok, on Monday my dad was getting mad and needed constant tech support to use the printer. I still can’t stand the sight of it, but I needed to get ready for my first day of school. I didn’t have time to bother with his computer illiteracy antics. Luckily I ignored him and he just stopped bothering me.

I was so sick of him complaining about all the rules at his school. I told him “Just shut up and go to school”. I mean really?

I noticed that on Wednesday and Thursday the massive crowds at school seemed to thin out. Maybe the people who wanted classes couldn't add them?

I forgot to mention that I’m trying to come up with stories for my class. Anyway you are suppose to get ideas from anywhere, and I got an idea from a story by hearing none other than the song “Sunday Morning” by No Doubt. It was like I was suppose to hear that song. That song has a lot of memories attached to it including a lot of funny stories. Then I remembered that crappy novel I wrote back then that I could use for a source. A lot of those stories just need to be cleaned up. That will be less work for me if the stories are somewhat out there. They should really be typed though.

I've still be trying to figure out why I can't force myself to post on that board, and it sort of came to me while I was on Shirley's facebook page. I post things on her page all the time, and most of the time they are pretty inane things. I thought "Why?". Maybe it's because I'm in similar company with the darklings? Sorry if this sounds repetitive here. I guess I'm just trying to get my thoughts out or something.

Aside from still trying to get myself to post on the board. We have make something artsy that shows off your personality and bring it to the next class session. I guess there is a use for all those pictures that I've been saving for something...

Speaking No Doubt I've been thinking about Gwen lately. I had this really funny dream about her this morning.

You know my dad still doesn't know how to flag an email on yahoo. I have to show him like every time.

Wed and Thurs in Review

The title is a little throwback/reference to the old "Week in Review" blogs I use to post on myspace when I went to school. They are in the same vain as the miscellaneous blogs. You know the same concept. Well most of the time they had creative titles, but when I couldn't think of one I just called it "Week in Review". Have I posted one in the archives? The tentative title was "Lookout Weekend" that would have been my second blog this month titled after an 80s song. "Computer Love" was the other.

I'll try to refrain from making this a rant blog although my dad has been pissing me off in the past few days a lot. Anyway he's thinking I'm being neglectful about things I'm not.

Wed:

In class the teacher was talking about how she is an infomercial/as seen on tv junkie. She says she owns like all the products. So she starts talking about Ron Popeil AKA Ronco. Nobody in the class seemed to know or remember who he is. I started mentioning some of his products including the spray on hair. (when I mentioned this the class laughed at me) This was a real product; look it up. Honestly it's no different than the funky colored ones you can buy during Halloween in colors like pink and green. Actually when I was a kid I use to like watching his infomercial for his food dehydrator. I would imagine myself making massive amounts of beef jerky.

I watched Olympic men's hockey, and I felt bad about it because I was boycotting NBC's coverage of the games. I didn't watch much though. I needed my after school nap.

My dad was complaining about the the rules at his new school. Seriously how could he not know know he was going to have to wear scrubs? It's a medical trade school. Really? He is No Scrubs ;) :P

He was also mad because they are giving him a backpack with wheels which he deems a "kid's backpack". Actually my spare had wheels, so that would be no help to him. He wouldn't use a Powerpuff Girls one either. It would be funny imagining him using one. Actually all my "plain" backpacks broke, and I threw them out when I moved.

I managed to find Conan O'Brien on Twitter. Yay! I should celebrate by "string dancing". :P
Speaking of Twitter since my phone is broken I will refrain from Tweeting on my phone for now.

There is a message board for my writing class, and I'm very reluctant to post on it. It's funny because I love writing on message boards. I guess it's because I willingly join those others. I know I'm not good at introducing myself pretty much anywhere online or in person. Plus she would like us to post a photo of ourselves. "No thank you". Plus what would I even say?

Thurs:

My dad was getting mad at me because I keep trying to take stuff out of my backpack to make space. I've written this before, but I need all the backpack space I can get. I don't even take a purse to school anymore. It's just a hassle and it takes up a lot of valuable backpack space.

Before I got to class I was looking for a bathroom in the building. I wanted to apply my gloss in there. I hard the hardest time finding a bathroom in that building. I should lay off the gloss though Dr. Oz said so.

I did manage to get a better seat; didn't end up sitting by that annoying couple. I let them annoy somebody else. They kept talking about their names. It was pretty funny, or at least I thought it was. I wonder if by the end of the semester they get so annoying nobody will want to sit by them?

Being in my class and seeing all the older people in there makes me wonder if I will be an old scholar. You know right now I think the one thing I'm best at is being a student. No Joke!

My knee is hurting a lot. I think this storm will be pretty hard.

I went back to that class message board. I've read some of the messages, but for now I'm just a lurker. :P
You'll have to coax me to do it. Plus I can't think of anything funny, witty, or interesting to say. :/

Chaotic Randomness Sent you Here

I woke up late and I was thinking about the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland (1951 cartoon). I know a lot of people have the new movie on their mind. I was thinking about the little song he sings when he is late.

On my way to class I found a penny and it was face up so I picked it up. Lucky! I was going to pick it up even if it was face down because it's money. I was listening to "Run Baby Run" before class, and for some reason it was getting me pumped.

My teacher looks like somebody familiar, but I can't place it. Maybe it was somebody I saw on tv? I really bothers me because I can't place it.

This class has a lot of old people. The problem I think I have with this class is that a lot of the people know each other a from a previous class they took together that the teacher taught. She said it was cosmic...something...uh I forget the exact wording she used. That sent you to her class. You know it's the same concept as "Chaotic Randomness" or fate or God or whatever else you want to call it. When she was talking about this I was thinking about Shirley and my mind just wandered. ;P

She wanted to know about us, and I said I run a blog; naturally. Although I didn't mention the name/url of it. You know in case I write something "mean" about one or more of my classmates (see below). The teacher said it was my soapbox. Isn't that what my rant blog is for?

Some lady who said that she's a cat lady thinks I like cats because I have a Hello Kitty backpack. I don't like Hello Kitty because she is a cat. I like her for what she represents. I like a lot of cat characters like Tom Cat Sylvester Garfield.

I'm more of a dog person; I don't like cats' finicky personality. I like the dogs' needy personality. You know if a dog was a person they would be pretty annoying. They would constantly want to be evaluated. They might get sued by Wade Blasigame though.

We have to read a memoir for class and do a presentation on it. Was Jericho's book a memoir or an autobiography? I think a lot of people in that class won't write about a wrestling book.

The most annoying thing that happened in class was that there was this couple sitting next to me kept having me explain the assignments, and I couldn't really listen to the teacher. I had to explain it to them twice, and they still didn't get them! After class was over they asked the teacher. I won't be sitting next to them next class, or I'll try not to.

I think I broke my phone. I dropped it a few days ago while I was trying to answer a call. I fell on the cement with phone in hand, and the battery fell out. It stays on intermittently. I don't even do anything to it. I think it would be easier just to get a new one.

It's already my 2nd day of school and I'm already tired of it. I sound like Kiyomi from the Japanese morning drama I watch. :P

Back to Schooling

I know the title is a little off it's suppose to be like Engrish.

I'm back at school now. Today was my first day in like a year and a half after my "hiatus". We'll just use that term loosely.

Actually the day started off strangely. I had to convince myself that I was tired and go to bed early. I haven't done that in such a long time. Anyway I was online like at 12:30 AM; then my dad gets up to go to the bathroom. He gets mad at me because I'm up at 12:30. He tells me he will stay up with me until I go to bed. What am I 12!? No 2AM Mister Ed viewings for me anymore. :(

I ended up waking up extra early for me (7AM) to catch my Japanese morning drama. My dad got mad at me because I wore old clothes? So what? I don't want to look like a college noob. You know those people who show up with new supplies including a backpack/bag and wear new clothes and shoes.

The bus ride over there wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I've had worse. It wasn't that crowded. I thought it would be since I'm traveling from a longer distance now.

I do like to get there early though to take precautions. I don't wanna lose my place on the roster. Especially now that a lot of unemployed people are going back to school. Of course I would not be in that demographic since I was unemployed before all this happened.

I didn't know what to expect since I've been gone for such a long time. It's the same old same old with the students though. Most of them look scared and/or confused. When I get there I feel a little lost; not because I'm unfamiliar with the place. I've been there from spring'07-fall '08; 3 semesters. I got a little confused because there is some new construction/buildings that were not there before. There were info booths and usually they give away little planners with the school's name on them, but I didn't see any. I was disappointed. :(

While I was walking around I found this funny car ad posted! LOL! XD
Sell Car? It made me think of that "Book 4 sell" sign.

To be honest there weren't as many older people at school as I thought there would be. Actually there was an elaborate prank I had in mind to get rid of some of them if I had a class with a lot of them., Maybe I'll post my prank idea. I haven't decided. Maybe they all signed up for early morning and evening classes? Younger people usually like to take midday/afternoon classes.

The funny thing is that when my teacher took roll I noticed there are 2 other girls in there with the same first name as me. It makes me think about how common my first name is.

My teacher is a USC fan ugh! And she's pro Vector *whispers* MLM scam. She can't be all bad she did also attend CSUF! Maybe she likes Tuffy too?

The bus was crowded like I predicted. I hope it will thin out in a couple of weeks.

Entitled to be Reckless

I feel that since I spent my teenage years not doing much and not having a lot of fun. I guess it was because of my strict parents. Anyway I feel that I need to have that fun. Usually this kind of problem is present to somebody who had to grow up quickly as a kid/teenager. I still feel restless. I still want to do something "crazy". I feel I can because I don't really have a commitment to anybody. I mean it's not like I have kids or anything, and that is one of the reasons why I feel like I can do this.

Computer Situation

After the whole situation with the computer and the printer to be honest I can't stand the sight of it. Especially the printer.