I HATE realtors (visiting my house every day)

I was wondering all day why there was a police officer just hanging out in the middle of the marsh chapel square. I'm not completely sure, but I'm assuming it was because (as I later found out) three school buses crashed or some shit. They just so happened to be blocking the interesections of every street after packard's corner. So the bus dropped us off and I was forced to walk the extra three blocks to my apartment.

The thing is that there were people randomly stopping on the sidewalk to stare. There was no one in the school buses and the ambulances all went by like an hour before. I even saw guys taking pictures of a school bus that apparently looked damaged but I didn't notice. I really hope they were reporters. I felt like I got home faster just beause I was passing by all these people that slowed to rubberneck. who cares, man.

this shouldn't be public knowledge, but the door to my apartment lobby won't shut behind you anymore. You either have to pull it shut from the stick that lacks a doorknob, or push it from the other side really hard. Most times, it won't even close with force from either direction. So i write a nice note for the door on some junk mail; it says: "Please close the door behind you. if you continue to leave it open, you risk your safety and mine." I go down to get food and someone had ripped it up... not only that, BUT THE DOOR WAS OPEN AGAIN. like, come on, can you make the extra effort to try to close it? you live here too. Anyway, the next step is going to the realtor, but they are so ghetto.

Alpha Realty: NEVER EVER LIVE IN THEIR HOUSE.

Don't give me that plague

I hate the feeling of a lurking sickness. Living with multiple people has its consequences; when one person gets sick, you're already on your way to having the sickness, too. Yesterday, Joey and I were complaining about how weak we felt (it doesn't help that I had to fight someone and broke my finger). Today, Joey was sick and I was not. Uh-oh. Now, like tonight, I'm all the sudden feeling that bronchitis cough that Joey has.

But it's not just my worrying that is making me think I'll get sick. Joey just threw up. I HATE THROWING UP. Last time someone in the house got sick, I was throwing up less than three days later. ALL NIGHT. Please, please, please don't let me throw up again.

I am a worrier, though. As soon as Joey told me he threw up, I got nauseous and immediately took a vitamin. He says, "If you already have it, you have it. There's nothing you can do." This is not the time for sicknesses to be taking over my control and attacking me from the side where it hurts. I have papers to write.

I usually take the advice not given

So I was all set to rant about how bus drivers suck and how I waited in the rain, but then I realized that I already did that last post. booooo. I will not leave you empty-handed, however, because I do have a small but noteworthy bus-driver error: today, as usual, the stop ding rang for my stop and I was suprised when a lot of people got up to get off there. Ok, great. And then the bus driver doesn't stop at the bus stop. I think he may have realized that there were a lot of people standing, so he stopped a block later. People grumbled off the bus like "what was he thinking" which is my response EVERY time it happens to me. He very well would have kept going to Kenmore if he didn't realize how many people noticed he skipped the last stop. What an idiot is all I can say.

I have had a lot of work to do as I'm sure everyone else in the freakin' world has had. I am doing very well at managing it compared to past problems. Since i my computer's (or shall I say old computer's) accident, I have been trying hard to take things a step at a time. This mainly means trying to tackle some papers before they're due. No success at all in terms of taking a step at a time in dealing with my anger management.

I'm really good at giving advice about pretty much everything. One thing I know is that I never listen to my own advice or I just can't figure out how to apply it to my own life. What has never happened before happened today: I realized that the advice I was about to give was something I could apply to my own life. What is more important is that I realized that my advice was wrong for me and for anyone else. But it was wrong because I wasn't giving advice; I was narrating to someone what I practice daily and what contributes to my anger problems. One step at a time is the answer. I think I finally gave myself advice (even if it was wrong at fist).

It's a sad day when bus drivers need to meet qualifications for the job

I've been so busy writing papers that I don't even have time to sleep. And when I want to sleep, I'm hyped up on caffeine from Pepsi. I can't drink caffeine, period. I should know this already. I drank pepsi two nights in a row and felt like everything alround me was blackening and yet my computer screen kept keeping brighter. Spots, the like. I just don't get along with caffeine. I really love the taste of Pepsi and ultimately it gets to me when I drink a whole 2 liter while writing a paper. I don't really like the way it feels on your teeth though. I used to think it was just Coke that coats your teeth. but ew. Soda is just unhealthy.

No sleep, lots of Pepsi. I feel done for the night and for the week so it's going to feel good to sleep tonight. I kind of don't know what to do with myself though. It's pouring and I almost want to go out to the store because I'm bored. I think I'm just so happy to be done... I've been doing this for a week and a half. grrr.

I stood out in the rain waiting for the bus for 40 minutes today. One passed me, half full, seats open. another passed out of service. What an asshole. I almost planned on telling the next bus driver that the one passed me. I got on and people looked at me weird because I looked so much more drenched then everyone else coming in. my hands were wet and couldn't even hold on. so I press my stop and it dings and says "stop requested" and then he doesn't stop. UNBELIEVABLE. so I yell "can you stop the bus" and he stops a block too late. I really can't believe this transit system. I did get off the bus saying "you are a fucking idiot" but I didn't have to say it because he must have some idea when he's getting paid minimum wage.