You know…. as much as I hate stupid people, I would never tell someone to their face that they are stupid. And I would never make condecending remarks towards them because I think they don’t know what they are talking about, especially if I’m the one talking out of my butt.
But that’s just me. Maybe I’m weird or something.
Ok. So some interesting life decisions are about to come my way. And I really don’t know what to do with them. *sigh* So… what do y’all think about grad school? Here would be cool… I could study under Dr. T.J., or Dr. Dampier, or maybe (if I could coax him out of retirement) Dr. Mr. Boggess. Chad could ummmm… get his (PhD) degree here, or work or something… and I could finish my masters, and then work or something while chad got (finished) his degree here (or somewhere else). Or I could go somewhere else… Chad’s thinking about MIT for his PhD… I don’t know if I could handle MIT… or hell, even if I could get in. But it might be interesting… a degree from *ahhhhh* MIT. Or something. Or I could put the whole thing off, and just get a job like a normal person. There are CSC offices in Boston. Though none here…
Blah. I don’t know. Any advice?
AGGGGGHHHHHHHH.
I am going to run away. Far far away. Away from school… and homework… and future plans… and annoying people.
*sigh* So much for sleep.
I hate stupid people. (just for the record).
P.S. Why is it sooooo difficult to dress in the bathroom when company is over?
rofl… quote of the day:
“It’s ok, though. She was weird. And I like my vibrator better.”
Out of context, that’s just too funny. Come to think of it… in context, it’s still funny.
I miss Chad. But he’ll be back tomorrow. Sometime tomorrow, anyway.
I wish people would tell me when they have problems. Instead of sending other people to tell me. Or telling other people, in the secret hope that they will say something to me and make it all better. That doesn’t make it all better. That pisses me off.
I wish people would stop overprotecting other people. And let them grow up and fight their own battles.
I wish, that when I try to explain a situaton, people who have no idea what’s going on would butt out, and not lecture me on my personal life and interperonal relationships.
And, I wish that saying “I had a crappy day yesterday” would be enough explainantion for most things, and that people wouldn’t push for details you don’t care to give.
But unfortunatly, the world doesn’t work that way. And now, people are going to read this, and be pissed I blogged it.
Dadgum it, it’s my blog. If you have a problem, don’t read it. How hard is that?
Preacher sent me this… too funny. Especially after the conversation Dr. Moore and I had about him teaching Fortran at the University back in the day. Only the Aerospace people do Fortran here now I think…. 
I’m back at school. Yay. My car is broke again. Not yay.
ok. So here’s my life at the moment, in a nutshell:
Daddy is done with chemo. We think. For now. But we don’t know, because the insurance is making a fuss about paying for another PET scan to find out how the cancer responded. At some point, in the future, after they decide it really is cost effective to pay for it… then he’ll have the test, and find out whether he needs more chemo and whether he needs stronger (read: worse) chemo.
I have buttloads of stuff to do in the next three weeks. This week, I have a 20 page lab report to compile… like, tonight, so i can show the draft to the group tomorrow. And turn it in on Friday. Next week, I have at least one test, several homework assignments due, and two major programs due. And I’m missing class one of those days. The week after that, I’m going to feel like crap, and I have another major program due, and more homework and crap…. it never gets any better. I’m going to be doing homework until I die.
The doc thinks he’s figured out what’s wrong with me… and hopefully, this will be the fix-all cure. No more sick Deedee. We hope. *sigh* I hate being sick. It sucks. A lot.
Chad’s going to Tulane this weekend for the game. I’m not. I’m doing homework… and maybe watching some movies or something. We’ll see.
Meanwhile… I will either get like, no blogging done in the next week or so, or I’ll blog insessently (spelling, anyone?) to relieve stress. meanwhile… I must code, for I am supposed to be in class in like, 30 minutes.
P.S. hacking computers can get you in trouble. So. Hypothetically. If you were going to hack. Don’t get caught.
mom home from work…. check.
car tags…. check.
money in bank…. check.
bridesmaid dress…. not check, as I can’t get ahold of Elisa to get the model number for the dress I’m supposed to try on…
Sounds like naptime to me
so much to say…
so few words in the English language with which to say them…
*sigh*
so I’ll go to bed, instead of blogging. because I lack the cognative ability to translate thoughts into pixels. and because, if I did manage to write something semi-coherent, no one else would understand it anyway.
