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do you call your bank, your mortgage company, your cell phone company, your utility company and expect them to help you without an account number?

then why do you expect me to read your mind and be able to pull up an account that’s not even in your name, but your kid’s?

happy st. paddy’s day & green bagels and beer for everyone!

we got a new (to us) truck and lost some friends all in the same morning.

some very good friends of ours are retiring to belize. we bought their truck. the handoff was this morning: we went over to their house and then took them to the airport. so in the process of gaining a really cool truck, we lose some awesome friends. lose, as in, lose their presence, being able to call them up for coffee anytime, fishing, etc.

but i think a trip to belize is in the works for thanksgiving, so that’s good.

but man, i didn’t know it was going to be this hard after the fact. i’m feeling really sad right now. i didn’t cry as we dropped them off, but i’m getting more mopey as the morning progresses.

lousy sleeping last night. my back is out again. my neck is hurting like a mo’fo’, which in turn gives me a headache. i feel like shit.

and then i looked in the mirror. oh joy!

i look exactly like i feel! wheeeeee!

i am such a lazy writer. not when it comes to school or work. i do what i have to.

but my writing? lay-zee!!! i’m trying. i have a few things running around in my brain that will constitute a longer post than “hi! school sucks right now!” but those posts take thought and most of my energy is going toward keeping up with homework and not killing someone.

but i don’t know why i avoid my own writing, when it requires more than 2 seconds’ thought. and while i figure that out, my blog atrophies.

my upper back/ neck has been so out of place that i couldn’t sit up straight with my shoulders back. i looked like quasimoto. i just got back from the chiropractor and MAN do i feel so much better. it hurt like the dickens for a little while, but the aftermath is incredible. i have full range-of-motion in my neck again. woo! i knew i was in bad shape, but i didn’t realize how bad until it was all done. it took FOUR tries to get my upper lumbar area (i don’t know the technical term, if there is one) back in the right spot. it had been out so long that it was quite happy where it was.

when you’re living in constant pain, you forget what it feels like NOT to have pain. and i’m finally living in the (almost) pain free zone. at least, when it comes to my upper back/ neck.

sometimes i just cannot figure out professors. i worked my ass off on a paper. she gives me absolutely no feedback and a b+. hey, how about something that tells me what would have made it an ‘a’ paper? something, anything? one comment: good! gee, that was helpful. yes, i’m going to have to ask her what would have gotten a better grade. but how about telling me that on the paper, telling me your thoughts, lady? this is our first paper for the class, everyone reads & grades differently. so how about a clue for next time? if you hadn’t figured out, i’m not a big fan of this prof. i don’t like most of her selections and her class discussions are lacking, to say the least.

i went out on a limb, making connections and comparisons throughout the novel. someone else wrote a straight history and got an a? he basically spit stuff back at you and you give him an a? i put a lot of effort drawing correlations and thinking about the story, and i get a b+? why?

i hate trying to read a professor’s mind. tell us what you’re looking for, some guidelines, something. geez.

the other day, i heard an acoustic version of natasha bedingfield’s “unwritten” and i liked it.

but i can’t find it on itunes. anyone know where i can find it?

some amusing typos on the radio station i listen to on itunes:

the police – spirts in the material world

alice copper – you and me

gen blossoms

omg, it’s actually hailing here. haven’t seen that in a long time.