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The strange dreams are back. *sigh* Ah, well. I had two weeks' respite.
I finished the first project of my thesis. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt to convince my advisor to not throw out all my data. Because, gee, it would feel so good to have the last couple months of work thrown out the window.
COSMOS ends Saturday, so I'll be free of UCSC for the rest of the summer as of then. Hurray! An actual break. I intend to actually enjoy part of the eight weeks between now and the beginning of fall quarter. No, don't laugh. Really! I AM going to enjoy part of it! Hey, stop laughing!
In other news, I have no money, rent is due in two weeks, and Bank of America won't send me any more money until I send them official enrollment verification for the coming school year. The school won't give me an official enrollment verification certificate until the quarter starts in eight weeks. Cingular, in the meantime, never received a $130 payment I made because I sent it to an account I closed two months ago. I spent $20 on food today and felt guilty about it, despite the fact that until today I was down to eating Campbell's soup and food stolen from the dining hall.
Note: Everything in parentheses below was written before 10:30 pm tonight.
(Like I said in the last post, the surgery will be on August 4. June will have moved out by then, Mo and Sarah work all the time, Jan will be in Germany, Ann will still be out of the state, and Nick will be spending the week out of town with his parents at his grandparents'. My own parents will be at June Lake. This leaves me with the prospect of taking a taxi home from the hospital. Does anyone want to drive into Santa Cruz for the weekend and take care of me? Or just drive in for that day to bring me home from the hospital, so I don't have to spend $11 to go six miles? Haven't talked to George yet, but my guess is that he'll be busy as well. And another little guess says it doesn't matter when I'd scheduled the surgery, he would be busy then anyway.
And that, my friends, is the sorry state of affairs I am currently calling my existence.)
Note: Everything following was written after 10:40 pm tonight.
I just got off the phone with Nick. I called his house earlier and left a message, but he didn't call me back.... So just now, he called and said he was hanging out with a friend, realized he hadn't talked to me yesterday or today, and borrowed aformentioned friend's cell phone so he could call and say hello. That was all he had to say. Just hello. Just because he hasn't talked to me in 48 hours. (Can you see my stupid grin?) He said he hadn't gotten my message from earlier, so I told him that I'd called to ask if he could drive me home from the hospital after my surgery. I guess the "out of town" thing he's got going on that week is in Watsonville, which is a grand total of 20 miles away, so he can definitely come up to Santa Cruz for an afternoon to shuttle me back and forth from the hospital.
I am thrilled.
It is amazing how the grocery list of shitty things that happened today can be erased by the fact that my boyfriend called to say hello and can drive me home from the hospital after I have surgery.
I finished the first project of my thesis. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt to convince my advisor to not throw out all my data. Because, gee, it would feel so good to have the last couple months of work thrown out the window.
COSMOS ends Saturday, so I'll be free of UCSC for the rest of the summer as of then. Hurray! An actual break. I intend to actually enjoy part of the eight weeks between now and the beginning of fall quarter. No, don't laugh. Really! I AM going to enjoy part of it! Hey, stop laughing!
In other news, I have no money, rent is due in two weeks, and Bank of America won't send me any more money until I send them official enrollment verification for the coming school year. The school won't give me an official enrollment verification certificate until the quarter starts in eight weeks. Cingular, in the meantime, never received a $130 payment I made because I sent it to an account I closed two months ago. I spent $20 on food today and felt guilty about it, despite the fact that until today I was down to eating Campbell's soup and food stolen from the dining hall.
Note: Everything in parentheses below was written before 10:30 pm tonight.
(Like I said in the last post, the surgery will be on August 4. June will have moved out by then, Mo and Sarah work all the time, Jan will be in Germany, Ann will still be out of the state, and Nick will be spending the week out of town with his parents at his grandparents'. My own parents will be at June Lake. This leaves me with the prospect of taking a taxi home from the hospital. Does anyone want to drive into Santa Cruz for the weekend and take care of me? Or just drive in for that day to bring me home from the hospital, so I don't have to spend $11 to go six miles? Haven't talked to George yet, but my guess is that he'll be busy as well. And another little guess says it doesn't matter when I'd scheduled the surgery, he would be busy then anyway.
And that, my friends, is the sorry state of affairs I am currently calling my existence.)
Note: Everything following was written after 10:40 pm tonight.
I just got off the phone with Nick. I called his house earlier and left a message, but he didn't call me back.... So just now, he called and said he was hanging out with a friend, realized he hadn't talked to me yesterday or today, and borrowed aformentioned friend's cell phone so he could call and say hello. That was all he had to say. Just hello. Just because he hasn't talked to me in 48 hours. (Can you see my stupid grin?) He said he hadn't gotten my message from earlier, so I told him that I'd called to ask if he could drive me home from the hospital after my surgery. I guess the "out of town" thing he's got going on that week is in Watsonville, which is a grand total of 20 miles away, so he can definitely come up to Santa Cruz for an afternoon to shuttle me back and forth from the hospital.
I am thrilled.
It is amazing how the grocery list of shitty things that happened today can be erased by the fact that my boyfriend called to say hello and can drive me home from the hospital after I have surgery.
