[bitchfest2008]
Sooooooo I think I'm having some sort of nervous breakdown. Here is the list of things that have sucked since I went to bed last night:
1.) I had a weird dream: I had a really weird dream that I was traveling on the subway and reading this book about serial killers who stalk their victims before they kill them (which, you know, is definitely something I've watched on TV before) and I was really weirded out because the whole idea was that these girls were just unaware of what was going on around them and they never noticed that the guy was watching them all the time. Then, I noticed this guy was following me. Then I met my dad and we got in the car and I was nervous and my dad was all, well, that's what you get for reading a book about serial killers. I was sitting in the car reading a newspaper when this other girl got in our car. We drove a little ways (we didn't want her in the car but it didn't strike us as particularly unusual) and we got pulled over by the police. The police pulled me out of the car (not the girl who apparently committed the crime) and began questioning me about my whereabouts, asking me what I was doing in the car (reading the paper) and then they asked me about what was in the paper (and I couldn't answer them). It was very upsetting, but not as upsetting as...
2.) Dream Number 2: I was somehow recruited into this group run by a horrible woman (another serial killer...) who was taking all these children (and people I know who I guess are basically children for the intents and purposes of the dream) and loading them into these chambers underground to die. I wasn't actually thrown into the hole myself (I don't remember actually helping kill any of these people, but I was definitely working for her) and I kept being afraid to get thrown in myself. I wonder what that says about me. I mean, on the one hand, I'm definitely selfish because hundreds of children were dying and i wasn't doing anything to help them. On the other hand, I probably couldn't have done anything anyway, and by saying something they probably would've just thrown me in the hole with everyone else. Then I kept seeing all these newsreports about how all these kids were going missing, just like they did a few years ago (I guess when this woman last struck) and every once in a while, the woman would come out and tell us if any of the kids had died already (of suffocation, I suppose) and I woke up right when she told me that my sorority sister, Faith, "was not as strong as others." I was really upset, and I ended up sitting up for a while, and while I was thinking...
3.) I remembered that I have not yet sent transcripts to the grad schools I applied to and the applications are due Friday. This presented me with a dilemma because I haven't talked to my school yet about the transcripts. I can't even write it off to just laziness -- I've been having a hard time coordinating myself with all these different requirements and this one fell through the cracks. So now I'm thinking about it, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling (which, of course, we all know makes any problem seem 100 times worse than it is. I think it's because while you're lying there, there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, because when I got up to go to the bathroom I wasn't worried anymore. That was, until...
4.) I sat down at the computer to take care of this whole ordeal, thinking I would just look up the addresses of the schools, call Wagner and talk to someone at the registrar and get this all taken care of.
Let me tell you, I should have learned by now that nothing at Wagner is easy, especially when it concerns the registrar's office.
So I find out that NYU wants everything, including the transcripts, on Monday. All the other schools are basically like, "Well, if you want us to look at your application, get us your shit, yo." So, alright, I just have to ask them to overnight the one to NYU. It shouldn't be a big deal -- New York City mail is practically same-day.
Well, big fucking surprise, the registrar doesn't take transcript requests over the phone. Or email. Which are basically the only two forms of communication I have here in sunny Walt Disney World. Sooo now I have to fax a list to them as soon as I get home tomorrow night and hope that it doesn't take them AT LEAST TWO WEEKS LIKE IT SAYS ON THE FUCKING REGISTRAR WEBSITE.
GET OFF YOUR FUCKING LAZY ASSES AND PRINT OUT MY DAMN TRANSCRIPT! I'LL COME THERE AND DO IT FOR YOU! HOW HARD IS IT TO PUT SOMETHING IN A FUCKING ENVELOPE? ESPECIALLY SINCE IT WILL COST ME FIVE BUCKS A POP. YOU KNOW, BECAUSE THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THOUSAND YOU'VE GOTTEN OUT OF ME OVER THE PAST FOUR YEARS APPARENTLY DOESN'T COVER SUCH MINOR COSTS AS WANTING A COPY OF MY OWN FUCKING TRANSCRIPT.
[/bitchfest2008].
Dammit.
Anyway, Disney World has been fun. We've been running around but I feel like this is our least successful Disney trip ever. I mean, we've gone on a bunch of rides even though it's really crowded, but we have this kind of lethargic "We've done this eight other times, I'm kind of over it" mentality so that nothing that usually makes Disney World so exciting (looking at all the crazy amazing stuff Disney does in the parks and being super surprised by how fucking awesome Disney is) is making us excited this time because it's old news. Which is super sad. I'm hoping to make the most out of today, which is our last day. We're going to MGM Hollywood Studios, which is my favorite park because I love that it's designed to look like 1950s Hollywood. Disney is fucking awesome. I'm not sure if we're doing something for New Year's Eve tonight -- Marissa wants to, but our flight is pretty early tomorrow morning and looking at the intense weather that's coming, we might be delayed. And nothing sucks more than being exhausted while you're delayed in an airport. Maybe. Or would it be better if you could sleep through it?
Anyway, part of me wants to get out and do something, but I honestly don't know what we can do without my parents -- they're basically our meal ticket to anything we want to do, and they're of the in-bed-by-ten persuasion. We'll see -- I should look it up online while I'm sitting here.
So happy new year everyone! I'm excited because I've hopefully started talking to Jem again, which is fantabulous (<-- was not spellchecked but Marissa has a squiggly line under it o_o) and hell, I'm in Walt Fucking Disney World and if you can't have a good time here, you suck.
1.) I had a weird dream: I had a really weird dream that I was traveling on the subway and reading this book about serial killers who stalk their victims before they kill them (which, you know, is definitely something I've watched on TV before) and I was really weirded out because the whole idea was that these girls were just unaware of what was going on around them and they never noticed that the guy was watching them all the time. Then, I noticed this guy was following me. Then I met my dad and we got in the car and I was nervous and my dad was all, well, that's what you get for reading a book about serial killers. I was sitting in the car reading a newspaper when this other girl got in our car. We drove a little ways (we didn't want her in the car but it didn't strike us as particularly unusual) and we got pulled over by the police. The police pulled me out of the car (not the girl who apparently committed the crime) and began questioning me about my whereabouts, asking me what I was doing in the car (reading the paper) and then they asked me about what was in the paper (and I couldn't answer them). It was very upsetting, but not as upsetting as...
2.) Dream Number 2: I was somehow recruited into this group run by a horrible woman (another serial killer...) who was taking all these children (and people I know who I guess are basically children for the intents and purposes of the dream) and loading them into these chambers underground to die. I wasn't actually thrown into the hole myself (I don't remember actually helping kill any of these people, but I was definitely working for her) and I kept being afraid to get thrown in myself. I wonder what that says about me. I mean, on the one hand, I'm definitely selfish because hundreds of children were dying and i wasn't doing anything to help them. On the other hand, I probably couldn't have done anything anyway, and by saying something they probably would've just thrown me in the hole with everyone else. Then I kept seeing all these newsreports about how all these kids were going missing, just like they did a few years ago (I guess when this woman last struck) and every once in a while, the woman would come out and tell us if any of the kids had died already (of suffocation, I suppose) and I woke up right when she told me that my sorority sister, Faith, "was not as strong as others." I was really upset, and I ended up sitting up for a while, and while I was thinking...
3.) I remembered that I have not yet sent transcripts to the grad schools I applied to and the applications are due Friday. This presented me with a dilemma because I haven't talked to my school yet about the transcripts. I can't even write it off to just laziness -- I've been having a hard time coordinating myself with all these different requirements and this one fell through the cracks. So now I'm thinking about it, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling (which, of course, we all know makes any problem seem 100 times worse than it is. I think it's because while you're lying there, there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, because when I got up to go to the bathroom I wasn't worried anymore. That was, until...
4.) I sat down at the computer to take care of this whole ordeal, thinking I would just look up the addresses of the schools, call Wagner and talk to someone at the registrar and get this all taken care of.
Let me tell you, I should have learned by now that nothing at Wagner is easy, especially when it concerns the registrar's office.
So I find out that NYU wants everything, including the transcripts, on Monday. All the other schools are basically like, "Well, if you want us to look at your application, get us your shit, yo." So, alright, I just have to ask them to overnight the one to NYU. It shouldn't be a big deal -- New York City mail is practically same-day.
Well, big fucking surprise, the registrar doesn't take transcript requests over the phone. Or email. Which are basically the only two forms of communication I have here in sunny Walt Disney World. Sooo now I have to fax a list to them as soon as I get home tomorrow night and hope that it doesn't take them AT LEAST TWO WEEKS LIKE IT SAYS ON THE FUCKING REGISTRAR WEBSITE.
GET OFF YOUR FUCKING LAZY ASSES AND PRINT OUT MY DAMN TRANSCRIPT! I'LL COME THERE AND DO IT FOR YOU! HOW HARD IS IT TO PUT SOMETHING IN A FUCKING ENVELOPE? ESPECIALLY SINCE IT WILL COST ME FIVE BUCKS A POP. YOU KNOW, BECAUSE THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THOUSAND YOU'VE GOTTEN OUT OF ME OVER THE PAST FOUR YEARS APPARENTLY DOESN'T COVER SUCH MINOR COSTS AS WANTING A COPY OF MY OWN FUCKING TRANSCRIPT.
[/bitchfest2008].
Dammit.
Anyway, Disney World has been fun. We've been running around but I feel like this is our least successful Disney trip ever. I mean, we've gone on a bunch of rides even though it's really crowded, but we have this kind of lethargic "We've done this eight other times, I'm kind of over it" mentality so that nothing that usually makes Disney World so exciting (looking at all the crazy amazing stuff Disney does in the parks and being super surprised by how fucking awesome Disney is) is making us excited this time because it's old news. Which is super sad. I'm hoping to make the most out of today, which is our last day. We're going to MGM Hollywood Studios, which is my favorite park because I love that it's designed to look like 1950s Hollywood. Disney is fucking awesome. I'm not sure if we're doing something for New Year's Eve tonight -- Marissa wants to, but our flight is pretty early tomorrow morning and looking at the intense weather that's coming, we might be delayed. And nothing sucks more than being exhausted while you're delayed in an airport. Maybe. Or would it be better if you could sleep through it?
Anyway, part of me wants to get out and do something, but I honestly don't know what we can do without my parents -- they're basically our meal ticket to anything we want to do, and they're of the in-bed-by-ten persuasion. We'll see -- I should look it up online while I'm sitting here.
So happy new year everyone! I'm excited because I've hopefully started talking to Jem again, which is fantabulous (<-- was not spellchecked but Marissa has a squiggly line under it o_o) and hell, I'm in Walt Fucking Disney World and if you can't have a good time here, you suck.