Errgh.

I am, indeed, and idiot. I woke up in the morning at the usual time, wanting, of course, ever more cuddling. I hate when I can't have what I want, but I guess that's what after class is for? And got on the bus at the usual time, with all the bags I need for a usual Monday at school. And never thought to look at the college website, to note that this is *not* a usual day at classes. They don't start today until 12.20. Bugger. I could have gone home, but then half an hour after that, I'd be back on the same bus, going back the way I'd just come. So now here I sit in the science library, mentally kicking myself. This would happen. I'm still carrying my portfolio and art box, with nowhere to leave them, and they do get in the way. But at least I have the library.... It's something at least.

I have to call New Paltz, sometime this morning. Probably before I go to lunch, I just have to remember to get the number for it.... Bleh. I really want an answer today. I need to know what I'll be doing with my life in the next few months. I fi don't get in, I reapply, when I have to final transcripts from this semester, and hope that works. Because if not, I'm screwed. I put all my hope into this, and am moving counting on it, and don't even know if it's going to happen. Stupid really. You know, I think I feel like doing it now, just so I have somethng to do, and some knowledge of what the outcome will be. And then I can post it or something, once I know for sure. Sure that's my motivation. It has nothing at all to do with fear or nervousness. Or anything else that looks like that. Right.

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And you know something? If I had stayed home like I should have, then I could have finished the corset for Sarah, seeimg as all I really have to do it sew it, having finished the annoying part, and then put in the eyelet things. And then it would have been done. But nooo, I had to be stupid. And now I'll have to do it tonight. And I hate being productive at night.... I'm so much better in the daytime.

And who ever thought they'd hear me say anything like *that*?

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They weren't there. Why weren't they? Where are they? I sent them an email, but may try calling again later anyway. Does it have anyhting to do with classes being late today? THey said they were only closed on State and Fed holidays, does this count as one that I don't know about? There was nothing on their website, nothing to say they would be shirking their duties to stressed students. Gah. I need to relax, badly. The coffee place should be opening soon, perhaps I'll go there and sit with a good book and soem caffeine.... Yes, this sounds healthy. And what makes me think they'd actually answer the email? I rather doubt they will, at least in any timely fashion. Why aren't they there? Geh. This needs to stop, I need an answer soon, or I think I'm going to explode.

Tea is a vegetable.

Just ask Harvard. This amused me.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/Society/news/story/0,7838,940885,00.html?=rss

It didn't hurt my head like the book on the history of Franco did though....

http://www.guardian.co.uk/Books/news/articles/0,6109,940995,00.html?=rss

Lets see. I forgot to mention that this weekend in one of the antique shops there was a "skin massager" from the early part of the century. With attatchments. It was advertised so politely with pictures of massaging backs and such, but I had two thoughts when looking at it: Hysteria, and this advert from a catalog for normal folks, and this old woman holding what was obviously shaped like a dildo against her back. Unfortunately, we could not get it. So sad. I really wanted to be the only people I know of who have an antique vibrator. Not that we'd use it or anything, it's just way too old, but still. For odd object purposes, that just rocks.

I finally got in touch with the admisions people, and they hadn't gotten the student resume I'd sent, so I emailed it. They have gotten the letter about the transcripts and when they'll arrive, so that's all cleared from current worrying. And I wasked about the deadline, and will I know if I've been accepted before then, and she said oh that doesn't matter, it doens't apply to transfers. (Though why they'd have it on the website I don't know, except perhaps to scare people?)

So yes, I'm much more relaxed. Remy got home, and we cuddled and fell asleep. Very silly, but probably needed. And soon, we'll be in bed for reals....