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Hooray for religious mad-libs! our room is mostly set up, after much hard and sweaty work, and we have air conditioning, and it's absolutely wonderful to sleep on a bed with a mattress, after spending almost a month on Remy's parents' floor on little cmaping mats. Granted they're far better than most other camping mats, but it's still the follr of a room barely bigger than the two mats butted against each other. And here we have our own stuff, and *space* for once....And no adults, either. Just us, and I'm the oldest in the house. And I'm very much not an adult at all....
And we will be having food soon, and regular meals and whatnot. Which is good, seeing as I'm going into starvation mode and storing all fat I consume, because Remy's mother's cooking always seemed to make me ill. The beef was crunchy, the chicken was...umm...rare. Reverse this, and I'm fine. And just about everything else in the house was laden with fat and empty calories, but it kept me from digesting myself. Or something. Seeing myself now though, I'm wondering if this would have been a better idea.... I put on at least an inch around my waist in this past month, if not more. So now for good for paople food.
I have a job now, as well. Not anything as interesting or pleasant as Alfred's, but no less dangerous. I'm at Waldenbooks now, and have a 33% discount. But it is still in the mall, and in the first days there was the Harry Potter craze. That's what they hired me for, really, they needed more people to come in to fill places so they didn't go insane. And because of that they were authorized to pay me more than would otherwise have been allowed. Ordinarilly company policy there is that if you worked there before, and I did, when you're hired back you start at the rate you left on. For me this would have been either 5.50 or 6, but I think it was 6. Instead, they are paying me something like 6.85. Wheee! Much more than Larry was willing to part with for me. I am pleased.
I also have a schdule at New Paltz, and that is a long and painful schedule in and of itself. I swear everyone there is utterly incompetent. And most of them seem a bit braindead as well.... Though one of the professors was very nice, but failed to notice that three of the five classes I had chosen were grad level. Whatever. I have classes now, and am going to have to rearrange the whole thing anyway.
As to internal Cateishness, I have been miserable, utterly miserable, this past month. I really don't know what caused it, though it may be the near incessant heat. Everyone annoyed me, especially parents, and their dog. I was certain that moving was a bad idea. I'm still not convinced it was a good idea, but there is a big wide middle ground to cover there. Part of it was the stress I think, and depression and they fed off each other most likely, but now things are getting more straigfhtened out and coming together more, though I'm still not playing with the Golden Apple bell anytime soon. So no, I'm not as depressed, not considering suicide or anything else that desperately stupid. It's been a long time since ot was that bad, not since high school really. And the few of you who knew me then might have a good idea of how bad that was. No rages this time, which is good, but all the depression I ever had then. Which resulted in pissing people off. And you know, that really didn't help. Neither did commenting on it after the fact. There are rules about this sort of thing. You don't bring it up in conversation after it's passed. It's not polite, and it stands a good chance of calling it back. It's not the sort of thing you just make jokes about. If I bring it up, then it means that I'm in a good space and time to do so, and am not likely to fall back in. Rant done. Anyway, that's most of the recent news. We're back online, same place as usual, no phones, but we're at 8 Tompkins St in Kingston for those who care. Eventually we might get phones again, as they seem to be all sorts of convenient, but it's overrated, really. And Remy needs a job first. This is the last real item of stress, and not one that I can control at all. I cna't support us both on a check from Walden's no matter how much they pay me. Ok, so if they paid me a *lot*, then I could. But they won't.
Hooray for religious mad-libs! our room is mostly set up, after much hard and sweaty work, and we have air conditioning, and it's absolutely wonderful to sleep on a bed with a mattress, after spending almost a month on Remy's parents' floor on little cmaping mats. Granted they're far better than most other camping mats, but it's still the follr of a room barely bigger than the two mats butted against each other. And here we have our own stuff, and *space* for once....And no adults, either. Just us, and I'm the oldest in the house. And I'm very much not an adult at all....
And we will be having food soon, and regular meals and whatnot. Which is good, seeing as I'm going into starvation mode and storing all fat I consume, because Remy's mother's cooking always seemed to make me ill. The beef was crunchy, the chicken was...umm...rare. Reverse this, and I'm fine. And just about everything else in the house was laden with fat and empty calories, but it kept me from digesting myself. Or something. Seeing myself now though, I'm wondering if this would have been a better idea.... I put on at least an inch around my waist in this past month, if not more. So now for good for paople food.
I have a job now, as well. Not anything as interesting or pleasant as Alfred's, but no less dangerous. I'm at Waldenbooks now, and have a 33% discount. But it is still in the mall, and in the first days there was the Harry Potter craze. That's what they hired me for, really, they needed more people to come in to fill places so they didn't go insane. And because of that they were authorized to pay me more than would otherwise have been allowed. Ordinarilly company policy there is that if you worked there before, and I did, when you're hired back you start at the rate you left on. For me this would have been either 5.50 or 6, but I think it was 6. Instead, they are paying me something like 6.85. Wheee! Much more than Larry was willing to part with for me. I am pleased.
I also have a schdule at New Paltz, and that is a long and painful schedule in and of itself. I swear everyone there is utterly incompetent. And most of them seem a bit braindead as well.... Though one of the professors was very nice, but failed to notice that three of the five classes I had chosen were grad level. Whatever. I have classes now, and am going to have to rearrange the whole thing anyway.
As to internal Cateishness, I have been miserable, utterly miserable, this past month. I really don't know what caused it, though it may be the near incessant heat. Everyone annoyed me, especially parents, and their dog. I was certain that moving was a bad idea. I'm still not convinced it was a good idea, but there is a big wide middle ground to cover there. Part of it was the stress I think, and depression and they fed off each other most likely, but now things are getting more straigfhtened out and coming together more, though I'm still not playing with the Golden Apple bell anytime soon. So no, I'm not as depressed, not considering suicide or anything else that desperately stupid. It's been a long time since ot was that bad, not since high school really. And the few of you who knew me then might have a good idea of how bad that was. No rages this time, which is good, but all the depression I ever had then. Which resulted in pissing people off. And you know, that really didn't help. Neither did commenting on it after the fact. There are rules about this sort of thing. You don't bring it up in conversation after it's passed. It's not polite, and it stands a good chance of calling it back. It's not the sort of thing you just make jokes about. If I bring it up, then it means that I'm in a good space and time to do so, and am not likely to fall back in. Rant done. Anyway, that's most of the recent news. We're back online, same place as usual, no phones, but we're at 8 Tompkins St in Kingston for those who care. Eventually we might get phones again, as they seem to be all sorts of convenient, but it's overrated, really. And Remy needs a job first. This is the last real item of stress, and not one that I can control at all. I cna't support us both on a check from Walden's no matter how much they pay me. Ok, so if they paid me a *lot*, then I could. But they won't.
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