I am in love with my tablet and have been drawing all week. My hand is getting cramps now when I try to draw, though, so I've stopped for awhile.
I have my schedule worked out already, both for work and school! I'm not working weekends this semester, which will be nice since I have been for the past two semesters. I also will be able to sleep in on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
My tuition has also already been paid, and since I received a scholarship this semester I'm getting a $500 refund on my loan, which will be paid to me on Wednesday so I can buy BOOKS! Hooray! I have some pretty ambitious classes in terms of reading--21 books in all. That isn't as bad as last spring, though, when I had 30. And luckily, I'll be able to borrow about half of the books from friends. Really, I probably won't spend more than a couple of hundred on books, so I'll have about $300 I can save.
Okay, so role playing this weekend is going to be AWESOME. That sounds really nerdy, but it's true. I don't know if I have any Star Trek fans on my friends list, but in the Star Trek universe there's lots of different types of drinks (Romulan ale, blood wine, Bajoran spring wine). My awesome bartender friend, Gerry, is actually concocting these drinks so on Saturday when we play our Star Trek role playing game we'll have tasty beverages (though all of them are alcoholic so we're going to have to pace ourselves and be responsible blah blah blah, DRINKS!). You know, I'm getting really excited about this for some reason but I HATE alcohol, it's disgusting to me. I don't know why I'm so stoked.
I'm at work right now and not a single student has come in--there's twenty minutes left to go. Why did three tutors come in today again?
P.S. I am feeling awesome and am 0% worried today. Typically at this point, I'd be worrying about how I'm going to get my books, if they're going to get here in time, whether or not my professors are going to think I'm intelligent, whether or not I'm a boring person (why does that one always come up?). My goal is to never reach 99% worried this semester, as I have in the past, and to hopefully keep it under 50%--you know, low enough so I can sleep at night.
I love my new tablet! I drew a new header for my LJ and I'm currently working on coloring a picture of one of my role playing characters. I don't have much of it completed other than some of the face/hair, but I'm happy with how it's coming along (this is a half-finished preview):
It's actually very easy to color and draw with the tablet. It's also pretty relaxing, which is nice since I've been TENSE lately. I've been worrying about so much, but I've decided now that my car window is fixed and I can drive places, I'm going to relax and hang out with friends and not worry about anything until school starts.
I already have the reading list for one of my classes. One of the first books on the list is The Bell Jar
, which I used to looooove in high school. I took it with my to work yesterday and finished it and found it unintentionally hilarious. I really do think it's a good book, but some of the writing was so heavy handed and melodramatic. Yes, we get it, Esther--you're inside a bell jar.
I remember once in high school my friends and I were discussing famous people who committed suicide and I brought up Sylvia Plath, who had died by sticking her head in an oven. My friend asked, "Ugh, how can you do that! It would take forever!" to which I replied, "not if you preheated the oven.
Yay! I'm having coffee tomorrow with some co-workers/friends!
The other day (New Year's Eve), my dad showed me a picture of a middle-eastern man holding a sign that read something along the lines of "Kill all Juice!" meaning "Jews". Yes, that is very hateful, ignorant, and amazingly idiotic. However, since I objected to my dad calling the man "a stupid rag head", my dad seemed to think that I thought it wasn't stupid. Script follows!
Dad: That man is such as stupid rag head! God, what an idiot!
Me: Rag head? Really?
Dad: Yeah, well he's stupid, so he's a rag head.
Me: So if I consider a black man stupid, it's okay for me to call him a nigger?
Dad: That's not what I'm saying! I'm saying he's dumb so he's a rag head. He's an idiot!
Me: No, it's not okay. You're using an insult that's based on his identity. Call him an idiot if you want, but don't use racial slurs.
Dad: UGH! I am so tired of political correctness! *storms out of the room*
I was actually proud of how I acted because usually when my dad says something insulting it becomes a yelling match. However, I managed to stay pretty calm even though I was raging inside. I don't know how he expected me to react, though, to him saying "rag head". If he hadn't have said it, I would have been like, "Oh, man, that's dumb! What an idiot!". But my dad resorted to what I felt was racism. It's especially frustrating because I can't have discussions about race, class, or gender with him without him resorting to stereotypes (people on welfare are lazy! Women can't do math!), insults, and conservative talking points. It's very lopsided when we do have discussions because I have to listen to what he says but he doesn't even listen to what I say--he just ends up saying liberals are dumb, or that I may *think* I'm liberal, but if I looked deep down inside myself, I'm not actually a liberal/feminist/etc.
I consider myself liberal, yes, but I have had interesting conversations with people who are conservative. One of my closest friends is conservative, and we have discussions about politics all the time. They usually end with us disagreeing, but we can do it because neither of us is so pigheaded we're that were going to say things like "ugh, liberals are so stupid" or "conservatives are too stuffy and ignorant". And I feel that both of us come out a little more...enlightened (seems like the wrong term) simply because we took time to listen to the opposing side.
ANYWAY--I'm waiting for my significant other, Randy, to come pick me up since I still can't drive my car. The glass is so broken on the driver's side that any bumps jostle glass shards out. The good news is it'll be fixed on Monday, hopefully.
So, plans for tonight:
1) Go to Target and pick up Guinea Pig litter for Randy's pigs, a table cloth maybe, and some snacks for tomorrow.
2) Help Randy clean his apartment for our role playing game tomorrow.
3) WATCH SOME STAR TREK, YAY! I bought the first season of the original series for Randy, but I'm really enjoying it, too.
...happen in one month? Here is a list of said bad things, in chronological order:
1) Got a parking ticket from campus police. ($25.00)
2) Got another parking ticket from campus police. ($25.00) How come it costs more if I park in the wrong lot than if I block a fire lane ($15.00)? Damn dirty greedy college fat cats.
3) Got a flat tire. Had to have all tires replaced since they were misaligned in the first place. Luckily, my mom paid for it as a Christmas present.
4) Recieved Kids Are Americans Too by Bill O'Reilly plus ghost writer along with condescending and baffling Christmas card from my grandpa.
5) My driver's side window was shattered by some unknown vandal the day after Christmas. HAVE YOU NO HEART?!
6) Overdrew my account. Yes, this and the tickets are my own fault. I don't write down what I spend, so I count on remembering everything and I miscalculated. I have only ninety cents to my name at the moment, but that should change soon since I just deposited a check.
My boyfriend's mom gave me a "good luck" pendant for Christmas/Hanukkah that she bought in Salem, so I decided to wear it after all this bad luck and IT BROKE! I am not making this shit up.
Goodbye, 2008! I hope 2009 is better.