Monday, November 17, 2003
Sorry for the last post...maybe being patronized isn't so bad after all...
Not much happened today. I realized at the last minute that I did not, in fact, have enough money for the psychiatrist. Yes, I am stupid like that. I had to borrow it from my dad under the pretense that I was going to see an actual doctor doctor. My parents would freak if they knew I'm seeing a psychologist/psychiatrist. Turns out I didn't need it anyways. The doctor was out on an emergency and no one ever told me, so I had to reschedule the appointment tentatively for Dec. 8th. I honestly think I have a curse or something on me because as I was walking out of my last class across campus to the health clinic, a heavy gully washer started up. When I finally arrived there the whole of my blue jeans had been soaked. And if that wasn't enough the payphones wouldn't let me connect outside of the city so I could call someone for a ride. The stupid operators wanted me to pay $2.50 to speak to them. That's right, two dollars and fifty cents to talk to someone for one minute who probably won't be able to help anyways in that amount of time. That's five times the amount it cost for me to make a regular call. What is this world coming to??
On an odd tangent, I saw Venus in the lobby upstairs, which is where the psychiatrists and psychologists are located. She's one of the last people I'd expect to see there. She's in my english class and except for the mole on her nose there's nothing unique about her. Oh well I'll think about it later.
Final note: I had some fun in my college adjustment course. We had a nutritionist for a guest speaker and she had short, bright red hair. She also handed out blindingly pink handouts. So I just sat there, amusing myself by looking at the handout for a minute, then looking at her hair and have my eyes freak out. I recommend it to anyone in similar circumstances.
Not much happened today. I realized at the last minute that I did not, in fact, have enough money for the psychiatrist. Yes, I am stupid like that. I had to borrow it from my dad under the pretense that I was going to see an actual doctor doctor. My parents would freak if they knew I'm seeing a psychologist/psychiatrist. Turns out I didn't need it anyways. The doctor was out on an emergency and no one ever told me, so I had to reschedule the appointment tentatively for Dec. 8th. I honestly think I have a curse or something on me because as I was walking out of my last class across campus to the health clinic, a heavy gully washer started up. When I finally arrived there the whole of my blue jeans had been soaked. And if that wasn't enough the payphones wouldn't let me connect outside of the city so I could call someone for a ride. The stupid operators wanted me to pay $2.50 to speak to them. That's right, two dollars and fifty cents to talk to someone for one minute who probably won't be able to help anyways in that amount of time. That's five times the amount it cost for me to make a regular call. What is this world coming to??
On an odd tangent, I saw Venus in the lobby upstairs, which is where the psychiatrists and psychologists are located. She's one of the last people I'd expect to see there. She's in my english class and except for the mole on her nose there's nothing unique about her. Oh well I'll think about it later.
Final note: I had some fun in my college adjustment course. We had a nutritionist for a guest speaker and she had short, bright red hair. She also handed out blindingly pink handouts. So I just sat there, amusing myself by looking at the handout for a minute, then looking at her hair and have my eyes freak out. I recommend it to anyone in similar circumstances.