Well, I have been sitting around all day waiting for my mother. She was supposed to pick me up and bring me home today. Not to go home, but to pick out lighting. She called me first at around 10:00am. It's now 7:30pm, and I'm still waiting for her. I'm a little bit pissed off. I'm used to things like this from her, but still it's quite aggravating. Anyway, I'm going to go back to waiting for her. Now she claims to be taking me out to dinner, and I'm hungry, so that'll be good, lol. Ttyl.

Ok, so today was the first day of school. First of all, yippee, school started!!! Lol. Let me start off by saying that I didn't register in November the way I was supposed to. I wasn't sure I was going to go back this term at all. I thought that maybe I was going to get a full time job, and work instead of going to school. Then I contemplated keeping my part time job and perhaps getting another one and also going to school part time. However, if I'm not a full time student I don't get health insurance. So that means that my mother wanted me to keep being a full time student. My father wanted me to get a full time job, that comes with benefits. I wanted to be a part time student with a part time job. Since I am a practical person however, I didn't do that. I ended up registering to be a full time student again.... this morning.

So, I woke up at 6:30 because registration was supposed to open at 7:00. Did it? Of course not. I sat there trying to register for the next hour and ten minutes. As I was just about to give up and go to school to register in person, I got in. I pressed the button one last time, just to see what would happen and... yes!!! I got the schedule I put together with no hitch. It's not my ideal schedule, I mean I'm not thrilled with all my classes, but it's a passable schedule. So what am I taking? Intoduction to Anthropology, English Literature II, The Psychology of Women (don't ask), and Urban Sociology. They should all be at least somewhat interesting. The only class that I have thus far experienced is Psychology. I'm not going to enjoy this class too much. The teacher is a bit odd, exuberant about her subject, which I guess is a good thing. However, she is one of those people that just really gets on your nerves. There isn't anything inherently wrong with her, she's just a pest. She's going to make us work in groups some of the time, I really hate that. I'm not a group worker. I end up doing all the work anyway, so why put me in a group, hmm?

So, after school, on my way home, I bought a couple of slices of pizza, ate them, then tried not to pass out from exhaustion before work. That worked out pretty well, I made it to work without incident, lol. I was supposed to cover for another teacher, so I did. His class is insane! One kid licked my ear, and there were a couple of twins there who were definitely sick. Can't wait to come down with something, lol. So, I'm even more tired now, surprise surprise. Anyway, that was my day. Let me know how yours was....

Ok, so this the second Wednesday in a row that I worked from 9-5. I don't usually do that, I usually work a few hours here and there. I actually prefer this. I mean it's a pain in the ass, but at least I'm making money, and it gives me something to do, since I am still on vacation from school until Jan. 26th. I've been kind of bored lately, except for a few highlights here and there I haven't been doing much of anything. I enjoy doing nothing, seriously I do. But enough is enough, lol. I guess in a way I miss school, eventhough I seriously hate it. I don't enjoy classes, and in general I think my teachers are idiots, but maybe once in a while I'll learn something, or accidentally interact with some new people. As for the highlights, they include finding old friends and perhaps resuming contact with them after many years (like 7 or 8 years at most). finding new friends and wandering the City with them. Besides that, aside from having the oppertunity to relax, that's it.

On a completely different note:

I'm turning into an internet addict. And I do not mean anything pronographic by that. I mean I seem to be addicted to instant messenger. Not necessarily a bad thing, I am interracting with people afterall, but does it lead anywhere? Am I going to form long lasting relationships? Or am I just going to forget the existence of these people in few months? Knowing me, I will never forget them. However, that doesn't mean long lasting relationships either. I mean I am certainly greatful for their company online while it lasts. Do I want to spend time with any of them in person? Some of them yes, some no. Some are just impractically far away. Not much of a consideration actually. There's something about instant messenger that offers a certain freedom to be yourself. It's harder to be inhibited online. Therefore, it also might be easier to get hurt, but forgetting that for the momet, let's just say that a person might be easier to read (no pun intended) online. I think I am more myself when talking to these strangers, than I am in person. Why? Because you have to write out exactly what you mean. There are no facial expressions, no gestures to show meaning. If you want to be understood, you must express yourself fully in writing. Having only been using IM since August, I am relatively new to the phenomenon. We'll see what happens, whether I become disenchanted with it or not. For now, i think it's a great way to communicate. I don't think it can ever fully replace face to face contact. Even with the added intamacy of having to be yourself, there is the disadvantage of not being able to see the person.

I think this society has become very technology oriented. DUHHHH!!!! I did not just realize that, I swear. However, if people are meeting more and more online, instead of in person, or meeting at least initially online, what does that do to our social upbringing? Does it improve things, or make them worse? Will more children have problems with social skills than ever before? Or on the other hand will it make people better able to cope with social situations? I guess we'll find out as time goes by.

Well, I'm living at my father's house now. Not forever, but for the next month at least. Why you ask? My house in under construction, renovations to be specific. My room is going to be turned into a room rather than a hole. That'll be good. However, this displacement might kill me. As I said I'm living at my dad's house, and I might have forgotten to mention that it's a one bedroom apartment. So, I'm living in the living room. What does that equal you ask? No privacy. Not that I need so much privacy, but still it's nice to have. I'll probably live through the experience. I'm not liking living in the living room. My father wakes up early and starts walking around doing his stuff, and I wake up because of that. Oh well....

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!