I’ve been sitting here, staring at my screen for some time, and all I can think about is Kozmo. I REALLY miss Kozmo. I know, it’s been out of business for a long time, and I have no idea if it even existed in the city I live now, but daaaamn.

I’m hungry, but we have nothing in the apartment. The last thing I want to do is pull Ashleigh away from her new toy, struggle to change her diaper, put her clothes on, and drive somewhere. I’d actually have to get dressed, too. Bah.

Oh, the days of Kozmo, ordering online and having dinner, drinks, snacks, movies, whatever…in and HOUR. Sigh.

Okay, Brant Bukowsky, AKA Wade Higgins, from a ticket reseller site, you can just go to hell. Every time I check my email I have a new one from him exactly worded as before, with the hockey team and city changed. ARGH!!!

“I noticed that you had a few links to Carolina area businesses and events, including the Hurricanes. We are a licensed ticket broker specializing in tickets for professional sporting events. I was just wondering if you would be interested in adding a link to our website:
www.blahblah.com/nhl/hurricanes_tickets.htm

Thanks for your time.
Brant Bukowsky”

Well, Brant, I do NOT want to link to your fucking site. Obviously you came across my email and site by doing searches for the NHL teams, which I happen to link to them on my hockey page. But in case you couldn’t tell, I’m not even linking to you, and I’ve even reported your blatant spamming. Give it UP.

Tomorrow I get to sit around on my butt and watch movies all day and with no excuses required. No dillydawdling around the apartment or computer to find something else to do besides homework. I will be watching four videos as an assignment, and for the first time in this class, I am not dreading it.

Granted, they’re not exactly “New Releases”, and not my usual video pick, but that’s quite allright. I get to sit on my ass for homework instead of running back and forth from the office to the living room to keep Ash from climbing up the couch or finding a wall to run into.

Also, I looked at the grading sheet my my term paper, and even if I completely fuck up the content, with the title page, Introduction, Bibliography, and Appearance, I have at least 150/300 points available. When I figured that out, I reached a whole new perspective and now the paper doesn’t seem so horrifically rediculous. And I keep reminding myself that it’s 15 DOUBLE-SPACED pages, so only 7 to 8 pages. Whew. The simplest things make for the most joyous moments in life.

BTW, I still can’t stand the teacher for the above mentioned class. She needs to get off her lil’ high horse and stop cackling like a damn witch with some bunched up panties. She claims to “accept everybody for who they are” but if I demonstrate an even slightly different point of view I get the nastiest disaproving look and she ignores me. I guess she’s just going to have to accept that I accept she’s a condescending bitch.

Lately there has been an issue with me making some of my classes because John’s work decided to have him working at night. Fine. His mom as come down to watch Ash a couple weeks, but there were some times I couldn’t make my Thursday Scriptwriting class.

Good student that I’m trying to be, I sent an email giving the teacher heads up, asking what he wanted me to do about my homework and so on. Then I sent another one. And ANOTHER one. The first email was sent October 10th and I JUST received a reply. One sentence. Fucking pisses me off.

Just a few pictures of Ashleigh…hopefully there’ll be more this next month. John always has the damn camera at work when she’s doing the cute stuff.

Taking a break from the school work (all but the term paper done, woo hoo), so attempted the comment issue. Decided to not dea with it and went the easy way. So…Ccomments are up and working and all I did was upgrade MT. Maybe it’ll kick me in the ass down the road, but upgrading really wasn’t as painful as so many people have made it out to be.

I’m pretty damn proud of my daughter and myself, too. Tonight, we both experienced Ashleigh’s first day of school. John had to work, so I brought her in with me and considering class ran an hour past her bedtime, we both did great! She was very tame and quiet, until she burped after her bottle. Echoed through the whole damn room. Sigh. But everyone loved her, and I’ll just chalk it up to teaching her the arts early.

And thanks to Candi for pointing out my comments aren’t working. Found some mistakes in my archives, too. Don’t worry, I’ll get right on that…soon as I finish writing two commercials, a PSA, a training video, and that 15 page term paper. Yeah.

Someone please tell me what the hell I’m supposed to do to keep Ash from taking her diaper off. She’d been trying all yesterday evening and some this morning. When I picked her up from her morning nap the diaper was in one corner of the crib, and she was standing completely naked in the other…with pee all over. Wonderful.

I’m considering the packing tape or some duct tape, but I’d rather do something else. I put some shorts on her right now but seeing has how she hates clothes, she won’t stop whining and picking at them. Argh!

This is definitely something that should be put in the non-existant, “How to survive with the new alien in your household”.

I got up this morning at what seems to be Ashleigh’s new time, 5:00AM. Somehow I’m used to it, but probably only because I am able to take a nap these days. So I give a bottle to Ash and head back to the kitchen to take my Lithium. As I lift the cap for Thursday AM I notice how heavy the pill case seems. Hmmm. After checking, I discover I haven’t taken my pills for yesterday…or any day since Friday. Lovely, no wonder I’ve been so mopey.

Cover letters are getting easier to compose, seeing as how I’ve written so many lately. What’s really frustrating is when the ads states you must apply in person. Oh, yeah, let me pack up my daughter and lug her in with me and make a good first impression. Heh, that’ll be the one time she acts like a devil child in public, I just know it.

Other than the screaching she does now when she’s extremely exciting, Ashleigh has been just what I need. When I need some extra hugs, I lay in bed and let her roll and crawl around, tickling her, and soaking up her laughter. She’s so damn happy it’s hard to be grumpy around her. Well, except for when she’s yanking on my hair and clobbering my face in excitement. She’s just too cute.

I had mentioned before I had an argument with my Child, Family, Community instructor, but it seems to have worked out some. I’m not exactly thrilled with her attitude towards me and some things (she doesn’t believe signing with babies is beneficial is just one of the many issues I have with her). You would think someone teaching child development and such would have an open mind, seeing as how every child and family is different. Nope. Not this lady.

So I’m going to be doing my paper on children and art, or art in the classroom. Tons of info out there on it but not what I was interested in. Yet, my teach called me, on a Saturday morning of all times, to apologize, and to help me figure out a topic. Needless to say, I’d received a speeking ticket on the way home from her class (my fault, I knwo), I had lost my job the night before, was supposed to be in a class at the current moment, and wasn’t planning on thinking for a while. I humored her, wrote down the info, and I’ll write the damn term paper how she wants it. Buggers. This elective has turned out to be more trouble and time consuming than I ever thought it would be.

Ash is too quiet in the other room, so I should go. I need to head out and send some faxes and all that good stuff, so might as well get my butt moving. Anyone have any suggestions on fax software for the computer? I’d rather not deal with Kinko’s if I didn’t have to.