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Rox are 2-1 in the playoffs
Sep. 7th, 2003 12:31 pmStill not feeling well. We went to the first playoff home game and, despite making things really tense, they won 3 to 1. If they win tomorrow night, they win the Southern Division and go on to face North Shore Spirit with home field advantage. Yay for being the wildcard. Anyhow, we have a game tomorrow at 5:05 and I'm hoping that I feel better than I did today.I felt awful today. Most of the game, I felt dizzy, lightheaded, and disoriented, not to mention nauseous. Steven said that I was incredibly irritable, as well. My heart kept fucking up while I was there, which made me really catch my breath a couple of times.
I'm very stressed about my meeting with the Dean of Students on Monday. I always feel like I'm blowing things out of proportion, even though I know I'm not. The teacher does single me out and is not nice about it. I feel like I'm in junior high when I'm in that class. It's so incredibly frustrating to be in this class from the Classical Archaeology that I took at UMass last semester. Makes me want to scream. I want Monday to be over.
The cat has curled up and is out like a light on my bed.. He's alternating between my bed and my chair, but I've just put my electric blanket on, so the bed is far more choice.
Steven's meeting me later tomorrow because I have an assload of homework I should do. It's mostly reading and a one paragraph paper on some poem of Wordsworth's. Shouldn't be that bad, just dull. Soc should be at least interesting. The guy teaches at UMass and had seen me around/heard of me from Lester, which bodes well on my end.
There is no French Homework. I have no book and am waiting for it to have come in. I have it prepaid, though, so whenever it shows up, I can just run in and grab it. French will be fine, but (again) dull. I've got the grudging respect of my prof., as I know all sorts of neat things, like how much French wine consumption was up this year, despite the war (+0.2%), that Maison Robert is off School Street and this is it's last season, and that this is the earliest wine harvest since the 1800s and is expected to produce one of the best vintages since the 40s. As long as she leaves me to my own devices.
No word back on my bloodwork or my job search. It'll be wierd to not file my unemployment tomorrow. I've been doing it for the last 9 months. I'm going to miss that regular cheque. I'm getting very nervous about not finding a job. I need to hit some restaurants to apply for hostessing spots. The big thing is that I don't want to work more than 20 hours a week right now. I need to get good grades, which means I need more time to do work. I can't end up doing what I was at Country Marketplace. The week my huge-ass term paper was do, I was scheduled to work an assload of hours and I told my boss that I needed the days that Meg was working to do my paper. Meg, in her thoughtful fashion, flaked and asked me to cover and I told her no. She ended up not coming in on the day that she has asked me to work and I had already told her I couldn't. She closed the store, I got in an assload of trouble.
I also got yelled at for doing my Soc midterm there. I was stuck working a night that Meg was supposed to and I had to have the midterm done for the next class, so voilá. I did the midterm at the desk. I don't think I can do that with the GAP.
Bleh.. I need to finish my cherry coke (yay, hiccups cure!) and get some sleep. Ambien makes me groggy.
I'm very stressed about my meeting with the Dean of Students on Monday. I always feel like I'm blowing things out of proportion, even though I know I'm not. The teacher does single me out and is not nice about it. I feel like I'm in junior high when I'm in that class. It's so incredibly frustrating to be in this class from the Classical Archaeology that I took at UMass last semester. Makes me want to scream. I want Monday to be over.
The cat has curled up and is out like a light on my bed.. He's alternating between my bed and my chair, but I've just put my electric blanket on, so the bed is far more choice.
Steven's meeting me later tomorrow because I have an assload of homework I should do. It's mostly reading and a one paragraph paper on some poem of Wordsworth's. Shouldn't be that bad, just dull. Soc should be at least interesting. The guy teaches at UMass and had seen me around/heard of me from Lester, which bodes well on my end.
There is no French Homework. I have no book and am waiting for it to have come in. I have it prepaid, though, so whenever it shows up, I can just run in and grab it. French will be fine, but (again) dull. I've got the grudging respect of my prof., as I know all sorts of neat things, like how much French wine consumption was up this year, despite the war (+0.2%), that Maison Robert is off School Street and this is it's last season, and that this is the earliest wine harvest since the 1800s and is expected to produce one of the best vintages since the 40s. As long as she leaves me to my own devices.
No word back on my bloodwork or my job search. It'll be wierd to not file my unemployment tomorrow. I've been doing it for the last 9 months. I'm going to miss that regular cheque. I'm getting very nervous about not finding a job. I need to hit some restaurants to apply for hostessing spots. The big thing is that I don't want to work more than 20 hours a week right now. I need to get good grades, which means I need more time to do work. I can't end up doing what I was at Country Marketplace. The week my huge-ass term paper was do, I was scheduled to work an assload of hours and I told my boss that I needed the days that Meg was working to do my paper. Meg, in her thoughtful fashion, flaked and asked me to cover and I told her no. She ended up not coming in on the day that she has asked me to work and I had already told her I couldn't. She closed the store, I got in an assload of trouble.
I also got yelled at for doing my Soc midterm there. I was stuck working a night that Meg was supposed to and I had to have the midterm done for the next class, so voilá. I did the midterm at the desk. I don't think I can do that with the GAP.
Bleh.. I need to finish my cherry coke (yay, hiccups cure!) and get some sleep. Ambien makes me groggy.