In addition to telling me that I have no water, Kory also told me this:
"Also I cut the rug down stairs on accident. I was cutting the mat board and the blade went through the two peices of mat board."
And then he quickly got offline to go finish his collages and cut up my rug some more.
It seems like every time I'm working, Kory gets online and tells me that something is wrong with something in my apartment.
Who knows what's going on now. But all of these things seem to happen while I'm working, and Kory is always forced to deal with them. Now he's mad at me because he still has four collages to do and he doesn't have time to call the maintenance guys and have it fixed. No one does, this shouldn't be happening, it's ridiculous! So annoying.
For some reason I thought that this semester would be different, but it's not! Kory was in sculpture and drawing last semester, and my living room was turned into Kory's art studio. He would be up all night long working on his projects, papers and pencils thrown all over the place. And all these thrown around art supplies wouldn't disappear when the project was done, they would stick around until...well, some of them are still there now!
This semester Kory is in painting and collage, and my living room is a huge mess already. He's been downstairs working on 12 collages since this morning and now my living room looks like a collage. As you can see, RolyPoly, without a clean place to sit, is forced to sit on Kory's projects!
(Anyone who has a cat knows this is not true! RolyPoly is in heaven right now with all the paper and mat board surrounding her. If the only thing on the floor was an 8.5 x 11 sheet of paper, she would be sitting on it!)
I know I haven't been updating much. I'm too big of a wuss to take photos out when it's cold. I was forced to do way too much of this when I was in photo classes, and now I hate it. I've also fallen back into my routine of going to school, going to work, and being too tired to do anything else. It's only the third week of school and I'm already worn out.
I need to go to the dentist again, and I need to go see a doctor. This has been bothering me. I've been putting this doctor thing off for a long time now, but I really need to go.
I'm also having problems with my feet again. A couple years ago the little part of the side of my foot that sticks out below my pinky toe (not sure if that makes sense or not) got really irritated and swollen. I went to the doctor's, and he didn't really know what was wrong. Something with my shoes. It eventually went away and has come back a few times since, but it never stayed for long. Now both of my feet have that part all swollen and red and it kills every time I touch them. It's really annoying because I know there's nothing a doctor can do about it. The only thing that seems to help is to not wear shoes and I can't exactly do that when it's like 5 degrees outside everyday. Ugh.
Here is what actually happened the night when I thought Kory was going to get shot. I guess it wasn't "crazy gunmen", just a crazy gunman.
We heard many more details from our friend Jimmy this morning, he's a deputy sheriff. It's just really shocking and sad. Nothing like this ever really happens around here, so it's quite surprising when something does.
But I wanted to post a photo since I haven't in quite a while. That's RolyPoly staring down our neighbor's pug.
RolyPoly had another encounter with a maintenance man last night, although this one didn't have dirty boots. I was vacuuming up in the bunnies' room, and when I pulled the cord out of the wall, the lights went off. Somehow the lights in both bedrooms and the bathroom went out, but everything else was fine. Kory went and messed with all the breakers with no success. He called the emergency number, and almost two hours later this nice man showed up. Of course RolyPoly freaked out and wedged herself between Marcel's cage and the wall.
I still don't know what happened to make the electricity go out, but the nice man fixed it. He also put my smoke detector back up that the man with the dirty boots had ripped down (for when the furnace spewed out all the noxious gas!)
Also, he came downstairs at one point and said, "Do the vents make that noise in the other bedroom? (You know, the noise described here.) Isn't it driving you crazy? I'm going to see if I can fix that."
When he was done, he came down and said, "Well, I turned it down to low, but you can still hear it a little bit. It's about ten times better than it was before though! I'll talk to my heating guy and see if there's anything else I can do for you." Wow, I was really impressed. I hadn't even called him up to look at the annoying high-pitched sound, but it annoyed him so much that he had to fix it! Now if only he had heard my toilet screaming!
Kory just called me from work and said in a very muffled voice, "There are people running around with guns shooting people." I think I almost fainted. What Kory failed to tell me initially is that these crazy people were not in the hotel with him, but were somewhere down the road. After I told him he scared the crap out of me and I thought he was hiding from the crazy gunmen, he said, "Oh! Ha ha, I was in the bathroom fixing my tie." YEAH, REAL FUNNY.
Unfortunately I have no idea what is really going on except for that the police have blocked off roads and two people have already been shot. PLEASE don't let them go to the only place within ten miles, KORY'S WORK.
I just saw five deer running through the snow on my way home, and it was the most beautiful thing I've seen in a while. It made me feel ashamed to be driving on the dumb highway that cut their home in half.
Really, though. Sometimes I just have this overwhelming feeling of disgust because of how thoughtless and inconsiderate humans are. I just want to live in the middle of nowhere and frolic with the deer.
Spanish It's like I'm back in high school again. This is exactly the kind of class that I can't stand. You know, the ones where you actually have to participate and talk to other people? The ones where the teacher makes you drag your desks into a semi-circle? But it's really easy, I probably should have taken a more advanced class since I had three years of it in high school. I really want to be taking Latin! Did I mention that this class is four days a week, at 7:45am?
Organic Chemistry 2 Torture, torture, torture. My professor calls himself a luddite, talks way too slow, and has long flowing grey hair. He did a "statistical analysis" of our class grades from last semester and put them on an overhead to show us all how bad we did. He wasn't even our teacher last year, I don't think he should be able to do that. I think this is going to be my hardest class.
Probability and Statistics (for Life Sciences) This is the class that is taking the place of Calculus 2, that horrid class I dropped last semester. So far things are looking good. My professor said that it will be a lot easier than calculus, and much more applicable to our fields. If this turns out to be true, then why are they forcing us to take calculus?
Physiology This class seems like a waste of my time. I've already learned this stuff in like three other classes. We talked about cell membranes yesterday. Come on! I learned that in eighth grade. This class is packed with a bunch of familiar faces that probably don't need to take it either.
Embryology This class could have a lot of potential, but not with my professor teaching it. "I'm not an embryologist, so if you have any questions, go ask Dr.SoAndSo, he's an embryologist." What? I'm paying a lot of money to take this course, I think I deserve to have it taught correctly. A TA could probably teach it better and with a lot more enthusiasm.
Now the third one may be a little deceiving because if Kory answers "Yes, you can have the last lovely cookie that I made," that will be the ONLY cookie I get out of the batch because he is a cookie monster.
A man with dirty boots installed a new furnace in my apartment today. It took about three hours and scared Roly Poly (formerly known as Fauxpaw) to death. About an hour after the man with dirty boots left I found her hiding in the room that used to be a half bathroom, hidden between a 50 pound bag of chicken mash, a 25 pound bag of wild bird seed, and a 10 pound bag of rabbit food.
I finally convinced her to come out, and when she walked out into the hallway the new furnace kicked in, sending a huge burst of air right onto her and she quickly did one of those hide your tail, turn around with all your hair sticking up moves, trying to figure out what was happening.
So first she was terrified of the man with the dirty boots, and now she is terrified of the heat coming out of the vents. When I walked into the bathroom a few hours later, she was hiding behind the toilet. She finally came downstairs while I was cooking dinner, and she stayed in the kitchen with me the whole time (the kitchen is one of two rooms that she won't go in, the other being the bunny room.)
If I was a cat, I would be scared of the new furnace too. The air coming out of the vents now comes out with three times more force than it used to. I couldn't even hear Kory talking when it was on. It sounds like a tornado...except for in my room. In my room, there is also a high pitched noise that accompanies the tornado. So now not only do I have a toilet that screams for five minutes after you flush it, I now have a furnace that sends high pitched wails through the vent TWO FEET from my bed. Roly Poly should be happy that she's not allowed in my room.
One more thing about my new furnace. It smells disgusting. The man with dirty boots warned us that it was going to smoke and smell the first time it kicked on. Something about new furnaces having to burn something off. So he opened up the doors, I opened up a window, and closed the vents in my bedroom so my birds would not be poisoned. Sure enough, some smoke came out and it smelled pretty darn bad. But guess what, the heat just kicked on, and along with the deafening high pitched sound came a whif of the POISONOUS GAS.
And one more thing about the man with dirty boots. Even though he tracked mud onto my stairs (even though I have a door mat inside and outside of the door) he was kind enough to pick up a coat and scarf that had fallen on the floor as I rushed downstairs to answer the door after he had woken me up way too early in the morning.
Here are a few digital photos of Hugo, apparently not very happy with his new cage location.
About once a week, Kory and I haul all our dirty clothes out and go do laundry. I hate doing this. To ease the pain, we play UNO while we wait for our clothes to wash. As with any game we play together, I almost always lose.
Today we found ourselves playing the longest UNO game we have ever played together. I know this because this is the first time we've had to shuffle and use the discard pile (I actually think it's weird that we've never done this before.) So we're playing, and as usual Kory goes out with a huge finale of skips, reverses, etc.
BUT, Kory did not say UNO before he laid down his last card. Remember, he laid down something like a skip, a reverse, and then just a number card. I, obviously wanting to win our longest match ever, said, "You didn't say UNO! You need to pick up cards!" Kory didn't seem to think he needed to say UNO, I'm still not exactly sure why. I think the point he was arguing was that since the game had ended when he laid down his last card, that I couldn't call him on not saying UNO because I didn't have another turn. WHATEVER. So here we are in the middle of the laundromat, arguing about whether or not he needed to say UNO. I'm whipping out the instructions, and Kory, being a huge brat, decided that he would just pick up his two cards because I "will just end up losing anyway." Well, we played for another couple minutes, and I did lose.
The instructions really didn't offer any help. Nowhere in there does it say what to do if someone lays down a skip, a reverse, and a blue seven, and doesn't call UNO after laying down the reverse.
BUT, what it does say is, "When you have one card left, you must yell "UNO" (meaning one)." Even though Kory's last turn consisted of laying down three cards, there was a point in which he had only one card left. I'm sorry, Kory, but I still think you needed to say UNO.
Here are some digital photos from a walk in a very flooded park today.
