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Wednesday, May 17, 2006
black cherry vanilla berry
Just wanted to let you guys know that I’m ok.
What had happened after I posted that was I went into a furry of packing. I had called the RA (the one and the same that I had a few classes with, along with a small history, so talking to him is a bit odd on my part o.- ) I was registered for the checking out with and had asked him if I could have an extension and he said prolly not, cause any talk about extensions had to be done with his supervisor yesterday (Friday) during office hours. He said the best he could do would be to move my time forward, past my 12 o’clock noon deadline and check my room out then, but I would be charged a $35 improper check out fee, along with $10 or $15 in addition to every hour I had to stay extra.
I consented. I didn’t really have too much choice.
Stuff and stuff, a friend of mine sort of went to the RA (they’re both in the same fraternity, so yeah) and explained stuff about my situation to him (That reminds me. I still need to find a way to talk to him so I can figure out what exactly he said to him) and then the RA spoke to his supervisor, and then the RA called me back and said his supervisor agreed to let me have an extension till 7 pm, without any charges. So that was good.
I finally got a hold of my room mate’s boyfriend, as he agreed a while back to hold my things for me at his house, till I get back from summer break.
I got done with everything around 2 pm, but I couldn’t use my computer, as it had been unplugged and dismantled quite a while ago. I eventually found the friend that is trying to transfer to Japan for next semester, and he offered his girlfriend’s sister’s apartment for the night (him and his girlfriend were going to stay there the night too, so yeah). I was really appreciative of the offer.
My “foster mom” called me around 4 pm, and asked me how things were going. I ended up explaining my situation, and she said I could stay at her house for a few days. I’m still at her house now, actually. I know I can’t stay here for very long, and I’ve been trying to see if the Irving thing is going to still happen.
You know, I dunno if I explained that. I had an offer from a friend of a friend to be a nanny for her kids for the summer. I’d stay at her house, cook some, clean a lot, and take care of her one kid, who is autistic, and the older one, who isn’t.
What makes me feel funny is that I have already dealt with my autistic brother before, and that… never went well, so I have reservations about that. Plus the fact she just very recently moved to Irving, which is very close to Dallas, and I’m not familiar with that area. I don’t know the lady or her kids at all, and I’ve only seen one kid so far, now that I think of it.
But yeah. I would be working from 8 – 5, and I would be paid for it. I was figuring on picking up a part time job in the afternoons.
If she changed her mind, then I need to figure out where I’m gonna be for the rest of the summer, but yeah. Not gonna worry bout that till I have to. =P
And even if I wasn’t able to stay where I am now, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I could have taken the bus to the homeless shelter, to find that they weren’t accepting anymore people for the night/for a while, then I would have no choice except to either stay awake for a third night in a row, or sleep on the street. And then while I would be somewhere on some dark street, either awake for the third night in a row or half asleep, I could be jumped and raped by a huge group of guys who would be creative in ways unimaginable, who all, of course, would be infected with every form of STD and AIDS under the sun. And after that would be over, I could be beaten senseless by said group, and end up with amnesia and then wander the streets like that, with no form of identification, because of course that stuff would have been stolen a long time ago.
So yeah. I’m always ok. At the time that I had posted the last post… I was just thrown off.
Oh yeah. I saw Ken yesterday and was “mauled and attacked” by his dog. I’m scarred for life. =(
And I want his fedora.
We <3 Katamari for the win.
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