I have always wondered how much homes cost, but since I am not really in the commercial real estate business, I do not know. Or wait, is commercial real estate based on commercial buildings? I do not know for sure, but either way, I am clueless about both residential and commercial buildings. Is there a big difference between the two? As in, when you go to school, do you have to specialize? Oh well, not my area of expertise anyway.
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It has been a while since I have traveled. Actually, I normally do not travel. The last time I left my state was almost three years ago when my uncle gave me one of the best presents ever: a two-week trip to Europe to visit London, Paris, and Rome. My favorite city was definitely Paris, but that might be biased due to my having stayed there the longest. However, there were different things to love in each city. I did not have many travel supplies besides my suitcase, clothes, toiletries, and school books, but nonetheless, it was a splendid time.
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I am really bad at cheering myself up. This time, I’m relating myself to Usher’s song, “Moving Mountains.” Here’s the part that first took me down:
I lost my way, she said she’d stay
And lately I’ve been sleeping with a ghost
My stock is down and out, I used to be worth my weight in gold
That was before a great depression kicked in and rocked us
And that was before a hurricane came in and stopped us
I told you to leave, but you lied to me
When you said that, baby no worries I promise to get us back
I know sorries, just wouldn’t do it,
Her heart is obliterated, I”m trying to travel through
But it’s like moving mountains…
It’s like moving mountains…
But I keep climbing and hoping things would change
And the sky turns grey, and the water from the rain, washes progress away
It’s like moving mountains…
It’s been six months now. The other day, I was talking to a coworker since she was also going through some relationship problems and she said that if the relationship lasted over six months, it takes twice as long as the relationship to completely get over the person. Now, the key word in that is “completely” I believe, but there are some cases in which that’s not true. The last one, DL, lasted about a year and a half and well, it’s not going take me three years to get over him. In fact, it took me the last three months of our relationship for me to get over him.
(Okay, that was a bit harsh, but true, nonetheless)
I know that I keep saying that I’m still waiting, but I just don’t know what to do here. I try to meet new people when I get the change, but, it just doesn’t work out for me somehow. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, or rather, I don’t know how to do anything right now. In class, I wrote a letter that I will never send. Why? Well, partly because the documentaries we were watching were boring as hell and two, just to see what thoughts I could put on paper. Of course, he’ll never see it. I’m shredding it as soon as I tear it out of my notebook. But still, I wrote it anyway.
Damn you Usher. Then again, I could say the same for Leona Lewis and Ashanti…
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Who knew that my taking a semester off from college could cause so much more work? Well, since that happened, the university doesn’t consider me to be one of their students, so for my summer courses, I have to pay the visiting undergraduates rate which is $270/unit on top of the $385 enrollment fee. Since I plan to take a total of 8 units over the summer, my entire total comes out to be $2545! That’s absurd!
Well, I may be able to get financial aid if I register for the fall courses, but at this point, I’m only about 75-80% sure that I want to go back. The other part is really making sure that I can change my habits for the better and whatnot. I’m not too sure yet about all of that. All I know for now that I have to may that 2.5 grand up front and if not, then well, I could lose my spot in my classes. I am planning to head to the financial aid office later today to talk to one of the advisers who’s supposed to know much more about this topic.
Hopefully, I’ll either get the university rate or the financial aid. Hopefully.
| 2.8 |
So about three weeks ago, Margaret announced the winner of the Bath and Works giveaway and that I won. She sent the package shortly after and I received the package on the 11th of February.
Well, what I mean by “received” is that it was delivered, but since no one answered the door (my roommates couldn’t be bothered to answer the damned intercom’s phone), they left a slip for me to pick it up. Since I had just started work and I wasn’t going to be in the post office’s area anytime soon, I asked my friend, RN, if he could swing by after his classes to pick it up for me. He went the day after (on Tuesday), but they couldn’t find the package. I was a little peeved, but I thought that I could go in on Saturday for it and they could find it. Well, I realized I couldn’t go on Saturday, so I saved it for the following Tuesday morning, the 19th of February.
I went into the office with my slip and photo ID and waited for what seemed like ten years instead of ten minutes. They couldn’t find the package… again. Knowing that they only keep packages for 10 days, I asked them what my options where. I was told to call the supervisor in the morning before the mail carriers would leave. I called and called and called. Sometimes when I called, no one would answer. Other times, I would be put on hold for an obscene amount of time (I’m on my cell phone, by the way). After a few days of the whole phone situation, I was pretty pissed off, to say the least.
They had my name and number and by Saturday, I was giving it a lost cause and assumed the package for lost. Then, on Monday evening, in the middle of my break, I received a call (or voicemail rather) that they had finally found my package. I asked if they could deliver the package and leave it in the mail area, but the supervisor was afraid that I’d have to sign for it (which I had highly doubted, but I wasn’t going to argue), so he said it would be much better if I could just go in.
I realized that I have quite a bit of time on Tuesday to get things done, especially in the morning, since I don’t have to show up for work until 2pm, so I planned to go to the office. After many weeks of many different emotions running around, I finally got her package in my hands, which I opened at work only to realize that she had completely overcompensated in the box size.
Now the fun part comes when I can finally try these items out. Thanks a lot Margaret! (And not so many thanks to the post office for the delay…)
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