obliviousally_lj

Um. Wow. When was the last time I posted? *double checks* The 23rd. Wow. What have I done in that time?

Called U of A to see about the finanical aid stuff. Turns out we're going to have to go in a talk to the director and see what can be done, since you apparently need to be 24 to apply as an independent student. Bah.

Thursday was Turkey Day. I cooked the turkey and it came out SUPER moist. Yum. Of course, it's also an 18 pound turkey, so it's taking awhile to eat it. :O This same morning I was woken up by, like, 5 little FUCKS upstairs jumping and jumping and jumping on the bed. I'm fucking sick, I can barely sleep as is, what with all the coughing and sore throat. I do not need some little sprogs waking me up. I don't rightfully give a flying fuck if it's noon. Some people teach their children the common courtsey not to jump on the fucking floor when you live above someone. For fucks sake. So we have this huge stick which we use to bang on the celing when they're jumping to make them go away for a few minutes. And I discovered that the celing is only drywall with no insulation. How did I discover this? I made a hole in the celing with the previously mentioned stick. It's not that big, maybe the size of a 50 cent piece or something.

But whatever.

Thursday also brought us the bad news of Streaky coming down with a cold of some sort. He's got a respiratory infection, we believe. He's been wheezing and sneezing and such for the last couple days. But otherwise he's okay. Still spunky and stong, and he's still eating and drinking. Although, he may have paralyzed his leg somehow, although I've heard that this just happens to older rats sometimes. He's still getting around just fine, though. We're trying to round up the money to take him to the vet this coming week, but we're so short on it ourselves that I'll probably have to go out of Labor Ready this week to get extra money. Cause we still need to get food and stuff.

And then I asked my mom for some money to help out with the bill. It's probably not going to be that much, all things considered. $24 walk-in and wahtever antibiotics he might need. But anyhow, I call my mom and Bud answers, so I tell him what's up. And he brings the stupid shit with me not taking him to work the one day and generally being a dumbass. So I'm like, whatever, have mommy call me later. So I talk to my mom after I get off work and she says that she'll give me her ticket for work so she can't get her money unless I take her. But I've got to give her our last $40 and she'll give us $60 in the morning. Now, this might be something we could have worked out.

If she didn't want to spend it on crack.

Now, I'll give my mom credit for being completely honest and up front with me. I can't change what she does or how she acts, but I AM NOT supporting her drug habit. There's times when I did that when I was younger and stupid. It's not happening anymore. I don't care what I need the money for, I'll get it another way.

Christ.

And then Friday I started at Suncoast. Oh, joy of joys. Thank god I worked evening and everything had slowed down and wasn't too bad. I got awfully shaky and lightheaded for awhile, though. It might have been the double Sudafed I took...

And today was work, on...probably 3 or 4 hours of sleep. I felt better today, though, and they day went decently enough. Nothing spectacular. But as soon as I can, I'm getting back on that Champion ticket. I really need to let them know that I can work that as a regular, so they don't always forget about me. Cause, I mean, I have...16 hours this week. You know I worked 16 hours last weekend alone. In two days. 16 hours a WEEK at minimum wage just doesn't cut it. I'd rather do manual labor on midnight shift anyhow. Much nicer. And I'm not as sore or achy afterwards. EVERYTHING seems to hurt after the last two days. I can't figure out why, but damn.

Uhhh...AOL's getting ready to terminate our account. It's kind of annoying, cause I've got $80 sitting in Paypal doing absolutely nothing cause I can't verify my account because I don't have a bank account. Fuckers.

I need to eat something and take some more medicine. And clean some cages. Aaaugh.

Want sleep. z_z