Yesterday I went visited my College for the first time and I understand how to get around it! It’s pretty simple and everyone I met was super helpful and nice.
I also went to the bookstore and spent over a thousand dollars on my textbooks. They were heavy as heck and was glad I brought my Dad with me to help me carry them. It was super painless getting them. I entered the bookstore and had no clue where to look, but was quickly able to find one of the bookstore employees who was more then happy to give me a hand. He helped me find all my text books in less then ten minutes and off I went to pay for them.
Anyway so I start tomorrow! It’s only like an orientation sort of day, but I’m super excited and a lot less nervous since now I know what my school looks like!
I’ve been playing on the server Arygos for less than a month. During this time I’ve encountered several strange people I would like to talk about. All of these people I had never interacted with before, and all messaged me randomly, and in case you’re wondering, no this server is not a Role Playing server.
This was my first “strange” message received while playing on this server. I had merely been walking into Stormwind, when I passed by that individual and he proceeded to chase me to tell me how good looking my character is. I promptly responded by putting him on ignore.
This message came out of nowhere. I couldn’t even see where the person was. Now I’m going to go out on a limb and say this person was either really stupid and desperate, or was just trying to be funny. Either way, it bothered me that a person would do such a thing over a game. What if I was an seven year old kid?
Before I had the chance to ignore this guy, he tried again. What I don’t understand is, what would he have gotten out of this? If he’s attracted to cartoon characters that’s his own business, but it’s not like you can have cartoon sex between fighting dragons. I could have said “Alright, pay me upfront though,” and then this idiot would have been out of five gold.
This guy (or kid?) was looking for a relationship with me over World of Warcraft. Once again it was someone I just ran by. What I failed to show was how after I told him that I do in fact have a boyfriend, he asked me “want one”. (Without the question mark of course.) Apparently grammar is beyond him.
Yesterday started off wonderfully, but midway through was ruined for me when a loose dog almost attacked Jake and I.
We went for a walk around the neighbourhood, and on our way home we could see what appeared to be two big dogs running frantically back and forth across the road, temporarily disappearing into peoples backyards. We thought nothing more of them other then, “There’s some dogs,” and continued on our way. As we rounded a corner where we had seen the dogs last, one ran out of someones back yard growling and throwing a fit on it’s way to us. It stopped roughly a metre away when at that instant a car swung around the corner scaring it to the other side of the road. The man rolled down his window and offered us a ride because he didn’t want to see us get bitten.
The first thing that crossed my mind was my mothers words heeding me to “never accept a ride from a stranger” but with Jake beside me I took my chances, I rather get into a strange car with the person who just stopped a dog from lunging at me then continue to walk down the street with two loose dogs around.
It’s not like these we’re small little dogs or kindly Golden Retrievers, they were clearly a mix of Rottweiler and something else.
Anyway, clearly we got home safe and sound, I’m just feeling a little less fond of big dogs now.
I’m only days away from my first day of school and my stomach just did a little flip flop just thinking of it. My past week has been full of enjoying my last few days of sleeping in and getting everything sorted out for school.
I need to bring the school my first aid certificate, police record check, and immunization sheet, yet I am unsure of where specifically in the school I need to bring them. I’ve decided that I want to hand them in before school starts, so that way I actually have a vague idea of what my school looks like on the inside, and so I have less to stress out about.
Speaking of stress, my mother has been driving me crazy lately. I am under the impression that she is sad that “her little baby” is all grown up and about to go to college, so she’s doing everything humanly possible to stay needed and involved with my life. Unfortunately it’s getting ridiculous. I tell her I am going to take a shower and she reminds me that I need a towel. I go check the mailbox for her and she tells me which key to use to unlock it. All of those things I clearly know. Also I ask her a simple question and it turns into some sort of insult against me, for example:
Me: “Mom, do you have any sort of ideas as to what I need for back to school, clothes wise?”
Mom: “I think you need jeans that will actually cover your ass, and underwear you can wear under a white uniform in case you have to wear one. You need more conservative clothing.”
I suppose that’s what I get for asking.
I got my schedule for my first semester a few days ago, there is one class not put into the schedule because it says the information isn’t available on it yet; but as it is so far I only have classes on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays. On Monday’s I’m not done until 6:00pm, however all of my classes begin at 10:00am. Although that sounds like a sleep in everyday, considering I’m going to have to take public transit, I still have to get up at seven so I have time to get ready and get there on time.
I don’t think I could possibly get any sleepier. I had an absolute wonderful time at the cottage, however I stayed up till at least one or two, and then got up at 7:00.
I heard Loons (a kind of bird) calling out in the night and into the early morning, I’ve only heard them one other time in my whole life. If you don’t know what a loon sounds like, watch this video I found on YouTube.
Jake went kayaking, and then later canoing with me. Here is some pictures I took.
That’s Jake way out there.
Waving at me.
I was too busy looking at the water to really want my photo taken.
After the sun had set.
Again, after the sun had set.
I am definitely in a rush right now. (I just had to go on a mad hunt for my camera, somehow it was under my bed, like dead center under it.) I’m going to Jake’s parent’s cottage for the rest of today until tomorrow morning. I’ll be sure to post pictures once I am home. Take care everyone!
I picked up my police check from the station today. Lo and behold my criminal record is non existent (as if that’s a surprise) and I’m not a sexual offender (I could have told them that before hand). It seems like a waste of money for the school to require this, but I suppose if we didn’t pay for the checks ourselves, they’d have to.
My Dad also turned fifty nine on Thursday, so after some brainstorming Jake and I developed an idea for a World of Warcraft / Age of Conan cake. (Well, technically it could be any game that has “level ups”.)
My Dad felt much better about reaching level fifty nine over age fifty nine.
Jake and I went to the police station today to get my required police check done to enter the Nursing program. I unfortunately did not warn Jake before hand of my plan to go to the police station and he had chose to wear his Magical Trevor shirt that said “Beans lots of beans lots of beans lots of beans yeah” on the back. I was a little embarrassed by the childish shirt, but I decided not to let it bother me, it wasn’t even police officers I had to talk to.
I needed one piece of government issued photo id, and something with both my name and address on it. Luckily, only by chance I had my acceptance letter with me that just happened to have my name and address on it, without it I would have had to gone home and look for something.
The process was relatively easy, I filled out two forms, handed them to the lady and was charged five dollars for it. I am to pick it up on Friday.
Now I just have to hand in my immunization form, police check, and CPR/First Aid Certificates to my school and I’ll be already for my first day of Nursing school.
My grade twelve English teacher detested me. During my journey through school I was always good at writing. Getting anything below eighty percent never happened. I loved writing, I didn’t want a career in it, I just liked to do it.
Then, I entered grade twelve. My teacher was a mousy looking woman with glasses to big for her shrunken face and bangs that the 1980’s needed to reclaim. She had several phrases that she used at least ten times a day such as “I could buy that,” and “Alright gang”.
She marked me harshly, yet gave no pointers as to where I went wrong. My average suffered, yet she preached to us about how cruel we are to her and that no one will ever help us like she did.
Past her criticisms with no suggestions for improvement, by the end of the year I was better, and I recognized that. Although the entire class felt they weren’t getting the marks they deserved I felt so proud when on my last assignment she finally left me a comment that said she, “Enjoyed the story, but felt it was too graphic at the end”.
Either that, or she was one of those teachers who mark by throwing the assignment down the stairs and the closer it is to the bottom floor the higher the mark, and she just happened to get stronger by the end of the year.
Finally Jake got his new laptop today, which meant that I finally could buy him his own World of Warcraft account to play. Myself, and a group of my school friends are all playing on Arygos Alliance side, so if anyone plays on that server, feel free to add Lovelle as a friend, and say hi!
Today was also my Grandfather’s birthday, he hit the rich old age of seventy nine.
On top of all that, Jake also learned that my Grandma is forgetful.
Grandma: “Jake, in the fridge we have Seven Up, Water, Cranberry Juice, Ginger ale, and Seven Up, oh wait we don’t have Ginger ale, but I think we might have Seven Up.”
