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Our cellular phone account is in the hands of idiots and the disability resource office at Portland State is so inept I am literally afraid of enrolling with them at all (it should NOT take FOUR scheduled appointments to do an INTAKE.) Apparently someone at the music department wasn't doing their job (jeez, there's a surprise - I've talked to that department secretary. Now I have the utmost respect for most department secretaries, but this one is an AIRHEAD. Portland State's music department is bizarre really - they close Wednesday afternoons and Thursday mornings for ... some random reason. No one knows.)
All of the good classes I wanted to enroll Sean in are at OMG in the morning (people are actually up and out and lucid at 9AM when they don't have to be because of work in what universe?) or on days next semester where I have class All. Day. Long. (Well, from 12-5). Sucks. (Although I DID get him into a swimming lessons class, which is Needful and Useful. Time to buy a boy bathing suit.) But I so wanted to do a gymnastics class, and all the ones through Portland Parks and Rec are evil. Any others, local people? He's always with the tumbling and jumping - he taught himself how to do a somersault (forward roll, or whatever it is where your feet aren't tucked in) with absolutely no input from mom or dad. He would probably love us forever if we found him a trampoline. (There's an idea. I should really get him one of those smallish trampolines.)
And I'm utterly uninspired about this assignment for creative writing class. Write something that shows juxtaposition. My muse has run away, probably cowering under the bed in fear of T-Mobile or the DRC. Poor thing. Even the quarter-bag of Trader Joe's organic truffles I ate last night (they were melting! I had to eat them!) didn't bring her back. *pets muse* Come out again, poor thing. I love you.
Good points -
I have new KNIVES. (These are kickass knives. I had very lousy dull knives (which were free) with no tang whatsoever, which caused the blades to break away from the handle. I have one of those cool Japanese knives with the scalloped blade now, and a CLEAVER to smite my enemies with.)
I found out that I can upgrade my computer through a program that Portland State offers wherein they'll increase your loan amount. Damn, but it would be nice to not have to lug this one. My back will love me. Ultra-thin-and-light, here I come. (Which means a faster processor and a new hard drive and I'll eventually be sucked into playing World of Warcraft, I'm quite sure, and then Chris will have to be Sad. :-D)
I also found out that they increase your cost of attendance if you have to pay for babysitters. Which means more money. To pay for babysitters.
Also: getting new glasses. *thanks be to God, for I have had the same pair of glasses for ten years.* And pie? Anything's possible.
All of the good classes I wanted to enroll Sean in are at OMG in the morning (people are actually up and out and lucid at 9AM when they don't have to be because of work in what universe?) or on days next semester where I have class All. Day. Long. (Well, from 12-5). Sucks. (Although I DID get him into a swimming lessons class, which is Needful and Useful. Time to buy a boy bathing suit.) But I so wanted to do a gymnastics class, and all the ones through Portland Parks and Rec are evil. Any others, local people? He's always with the tumbling and jumping - he taught himself how to do a somersault (forward roll, or whatever it is where your feet aren't tucked in) with absolutely no input from mom or dad. He would probably love us forever if we found him a trampoline. (There's an idea. I should really get him one of those smallish trampolines.)
And I'm utterly uninspired about this assignment for creative writing class. Write something that shows juxtaposition. My muse has run away, probably cowering under the bed in fear of T-Mobile or the DRC. Poor thing. Even the quarter-bag of Trader Joe's organic truffles I ate last night (they were melting! I had to eat them!) didn't bring her back. *pets muse* Come out again, poor thing. I love you.
Good points -
I have new KNIVES. (These are kickass knives. I had very lousy dull knives (which were free) with no tang whatsoever, which caused the blades to break away from the handle. I have one of those cool Japanese knives with the scalloped blade now, and a CLEAVER to smite my enemies with.)
I found out that I can upgrade my computer through a program that Portland State offers wherein they'll increase your loan amount. Damn, but it would be nice to not have to lug this one. My back will love me. Ultra-thin-and-light, here I come. (Which means a faster processor and a new hard drive and I'll eventually be sucked into playing World of Warcraft, I'm quite sure, and then Chris will have to be Sad. :-D)
I also found out that they increase your cost of attendance if you have to pay for babysitters. Which means more money. To pay for babysitters.
Also: getting new glasses. *thanks be to God, for I have had the same pair of glasses for ten years.* And pie? Anything's possible.
