For some reason, I can't drink anymore.
I don't know what it is. I have a headache before I finish my first drink and wake up with one that's worse than what I went to bed with. I'm hoping that this is some sort of phase and that it will pass.
It's really dreary and rainy out. I keep hoping that it will clear up so I can go run some errands. Since Rob is out of town, it means taking the bus and Kalamazoo doesn't appear to believe in bus shelters. I'm almost out of milk, and there's nothing in easy walking distance.
Boy, isn't living in the sticks fun?
Yesterday was an exercise in futility.
Maybe it was seeing that episode of News Radio, but I got the idea in my head that I should look into where to take my SATs. So I tried to find some information on the net, but came up empty. So I called my school, being a community college and all, and asked if they did SAT tests there. I may as well have asked her "do you know where I can find an albino monkey prostitute?" by the way she said "no." When I asked where I could find take them, figuring that since this was a community college, and thus had a very high percentage of students attending there with the intent to transfer, that she might know the answer to this. "I have no idea." She said. "I'm sorry," I said. "I thought you were a college." And hung up. I then proceeded to spend the next hour searching for sites that would have information on where to take the test. I now know about a whole wealth of places to go if I ever need a pregnancy test or STD test, but still have no information on where to go to take my SATs.
I finally decided to check Chicago listings. The first listing I came to had a list of dates that the test is being held at this one high school in the suburbs. Well, I suppose I can always go take it there if I have to.
This whole SAT thing feels pretty silly to me at my age. (Of course it felt pretty silly when I was in high school too. I guess that's why I never took them.) I'm only interested in taking them because both SAIC and School of The Visual Arts require them.
Well, after that whole fiasco, I still wanted to walk around Valley and find exactly where my classes are. (ooh, aren't I prepared? Bored with too much time on my hands is more like it...) So I checked the bus schedule. Unfortunately, the bus that goes to Valley doesn't stop at the transfer point that I need to catch the bus at, after 2: 30 PM. So, it's either take the first bus an hour downtown, then transfer to the bus that goes to Valley, taking a total of almost two hours to go to someplace that's at most a ten minute drive away or wait at the next closest transfer point. The problem with that? The next transfer point is in the middle of nowhere with weeds that are literally five feet high. So, at my height, the second bus wouldn't even see me, let alone stop for me.
Yes I really do live here.
Yes I really did leave Chicago for all of this.
I have to remind myself of that daily, because most of the time, the disbelief and denial is near over powering.
So I gave up on that, and decided to settle for taking out the trash. As I strolled over to the dumpster,though, I noticed that there were bees swarming around the dumpster. I am somewhat allergic to, and deathly afraid of, bees. So I decided to just take the trash back inside and throw it out when it gets dark and when the bees are off sleeping in their hive somewhere. But as I did, I noticed two wasps hanging out in front of my door. So I stood there in a panicky haze until the wasps flew high enough toward the roof for me to make a mad dash into the apartment. Of course the cats were perched on the inside steps near the door and looked at me with excitement and confusion.
And today? Well, it's still raining out. I guess I will need to see what the weather is like after Law and Order. But it would seem that evil forces are conspiring to keep me inside...or something like that.