Down in Flames

Because I never get to quit when I say I want to.

So, with essay number three out of the way, I can open my mind to greater horizons--like essay number four. Or, I could finally quit the way I always wanted to. Not bloody likely. Tonight I'm going to turn my sights to Dickinson, and hopefully psychology at some point before I pass out. This schedule is messing with my system: I can't get to sleep until like three or four but have to see a certain someone out around five, so just as I'm about to hit my REM cycle I get rudely brought back to consciousness. It hurts.

Novembers almost over though, finally. We can move on to the holiday season. The thing I like best about the holidays is all the things I can hate: Santa, reindeer, gifts, friends, relatives...you name it. They're all walking around with bullseyes on the middle of their foreheads, rambling about the Christmas spirit and Peace on Earth. In case you haven't noticed, one month of introspection and monetary kindness cannot make up for eleven months of ignorance and greed. Just a thought. At least I get to break open my Advent calendar on Thursday.

Did I tell you about the bus pass fiasco? I think I threw it out along with my student card, so I went to get them both replaced earlier this week. (And by earlier I mean yesterday, but my way sounded more sophisticated...more words ALWAYS equals greater sophistication.) I went to my favourite place on campus--the Registrar's office. There, I spent 45 minutes waiting for them to work out the kinks in their database so that they could print me a new card with a picture that's even worse than the first one. Honestly, I didn't think that was possible. I guess the moral of the story is to never doubt the limits of the world's spite for you and your unphotogenic nature. Next, I went to Infosource to get a new bus pass. Twenty-five dollars and twenty feet of receipt paper later, I was told to come back at 5. I love the world. It just hates me so much it's really adorable.

Like I have time for any of that nonsense. But the time-wasters don't just work at the registrar's office and Infosource, oh no...they are everywhere. Particularly, they flock to Student Health Services. I had an appointment this afternoon that was supposed to be very brief...drop-in in nature as a matter of fact. I waited 5 minutes for someone to tell me that I had to talk to someone else who made me wait 10 minutes to talk to her, then told me to sit and wait another 10 or 15 minutes to be seen. Did I mention I only had a half hour from the time I got there until I had to be in class to hand in my essay?

And oh, it gets better. My name was finally called and I went and had my little powwow with the nurse. She tells me she just has to take my blood pressure then I'll be on my way. I drop the layers and she does her bit. Frowns a little. Tells me I can sit back down beside the desk while she goes to check on something. I wait. She comes back and says that my blood pressure was a little high, and asks if I was rushing around before I got there. I told her I'd been sitting in the waiting room for at least 5 minutes before she called my name and waited around before that...no, I wasn't running or walking quickly or anything. Just sitting. Hmmm...she decides that she'll let me sit and stew for a few more minutes on my own then take it again.

Still high. What the hell? Is it really that high? No, just higher than at my last physical (which was in November of last year...) I am getting really frustrated at this point. The more frustrated I get the worse my reading gets. The nurse leaves to consult with the doctor. I'm thinking, holy hell, will I ever get out of here? She comes back and tells me the doctor isn't worried about me, so I'm free to go.

I hope I have a stroke tomorrow. At least then that nonsense will have been for some purpose and the nurse can nanananana at the doctor for letting me leave. I kinda liked her, I just didn't like all that waiting. It would be nice if she was right and I finally got to go down in flames.

P.S. A quick plug I meant to get to half a month ago. Look into Jenn's blog because I am her sole inspiration: http://jschwass.blogspot.com and if you like to see my name mentioned in random and strange ways under the guise of explanation for artwork, try out Brendan's : http://rampantranting.blogspot.com