rinnia: (darkness)
- So, we moved! Not very far, only about a 45 minute drive, but still. Moving sucks. Ugh. At least it's because Jaime found a job, so now we're both safely away from the horror that is academia. I kind of hate the town we moved to, but that's just because it's not Chicago big and/or interesting. It's really no worse than where we were before. I... yeah. Yeah, that's about it.

- I guess I'm getting married? Jaime and I have been together for over eight years, so it's not like anything's really changing, but... I dunno. We're getting married so I can get health insurance. It kinda sucks. I figured when I did get married it'd be... something. And I was always planning to take his name, but now that it's actually happening, I'm torn. I don't want to go through all the hassle of changing all my official stuff when nothing else is changing. No ceremony, no engagement, no real proposal even. Reality sucks, is the point here, I suppose. I know everyone says this, but I'm planning on only getting married once, and for it to happen with such little fanfare and in relative isolation and for such a mundane, practical reason... damnit. Just. Just damnit.

- I'm hormonal and I forgot to take my meds last night so my brain is a mushed up mess of profanity and nerves and I can't stop crying. Aasdlkfjpaoweijfasdlkfj-
rinnia: (what is this i don't even)
From: carole "REDACTED"@gmail.com via ninja.sd.dreamhost.com 11:54 AM (40 minutes ago)
To: alex
Subject: Im rinoa

Below is the result of your feedback form. It was submitted by carole (REDACTED@gmail.com) on Wednesday, March 14, 2012 at 08:54:52
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message: I'm certain this is not the first time you have heard this... Email me back we will discuss it!!
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Wow. I'm not going to reply directly to her, as I don't want to egg on a crazy, but...
1) Believe it or not, this is the first time I've heard this. I have no idea who the hell you are.
2) I don't claim to be Rinoa. Yes, my e-mail is rinoaheartilly, but my alias is Alex Smith.
3) You're not doing a good job being Rinoa, Carole.
4) You are not Rinoa. She is a fictional character. No one is Rinoa.
5) WTF is there to discuss?!
rinnia: (what is this i don't even)
From: carole "REDACTED"@gmail.com via ninja.sd.dreamhost.com 11:54 AM (40 minutes ago)
To: alex
Subject: Im rinoa

Below is the result of your feedback form. It was submitted by carole (REDACTED@gmail.com) on Wednesday, March 14, 2012 at 08:54:52
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message: I'm certain this is not the first time you have heard this... Email me back we will discuss it!!
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Wow. I'm not going to reply directly to her, as I don't want to egg on a crazy, but...
1) Believe it or not, this is the first time I've heard this. I have no idea who the hell you are.
2) I don't claim to be Rinoa. Yes, my e-mail is rinoaheartilly, but my alias is Alex Smith.
3) You're not doing a good job being Rinoa, Carole.
4) You are not Rinoa. She is a fictional character. No one is Rinoa.
5) WTF is there to discuss?!
rinnia: (NOES!)
1am: Died in P3P mere steps away from a teleporter to safety. Lost 1.5 hours of playtime.
9:30am: Called about more birth control pill refills, which I need to avoid becoming dangerously anemic. Have to come in for an appointment to get them - last time I went to the women's health center, the doctor asked me if I get fast food a lot and when I said my boyfriend cooks, she said, "Tell him he's killing you." Not looking forward to going back there.
10:45am: Went to class, which turned out to be a game show style review for the final. Knew only one of six answers, because I haven't studied yet and my memory is shit. Felt like an idiot.
12pm: Met with the professor about a past homework. Turns out the question about the stuff I missed while I was having a mental meltdown I botched completely. Have to redo it to pull that assignment from a C to a B. Felt even more like an idiot.
1pm: Called about more sertraline refills. Have to come in for an appointment to get those as well, in this case a mental health check-up where a non-mental health doctor makes me answer questions about my brain stuff.
2pm: Panic attack while walking into Target (to get pills for my dog who - guess what? - also has panic attacks).
6:30pm: Attempted to do the dishes. Ended up curled up on the couch with cramps.

Current Mood: Is it January yet?
rinnia: (NOES!)
1am: Died in P3P mere steps away from a teleporter to safety. Lost 1.5 hours of playtime.
9:30am: Called about more birth control pill refills, which I need to avoid becoming dangerously anemic. Have to come in for an appointment to get them - last time I went to the women's health center, the doctor asked me if I get fast food a lot and when I said my boyfriend cooks, she said, "Tell him he's killing you." Not looking forward to going back there.
10:45am: Went to class, which turned out to be a game show style review for the final. Knew only one of six answers, because I haven't studied yet and my memory is shit. Felt like an idiot.
12pm: Met with the professor about a past homework. Turns out the question about the stuff I missed while I was having a mental meltdown I botched completely. Have to redo it to pull that assignment from a C to a B. Felt even more like an idiot.
1pm: Called about more sertraline refills. Have to come in for an appointment to get those as well, in this case a mental health check-up where a non-mental health doctor makes me answer questions about my brain stuff.
2pm: Panic attack while walking into Target (to get pills for my dog who - guess what? - also has panic attacks).
6:30pm: Attempted to do the dishes. Ended up curled up on the couch with cramps.

Current Mood: Is it January yet?
rinnia: (fuck)
Spoilers for Glee Season 3

Aaaaand I'm out. I'll still be part of fandom, but after the downhill slide in Season 2? The proclamation that there will be fewer musical numbers? And now this bullshit? Fuck that.

Glee was never a great show - too inconsistent for that - but it did have an awful lot of potential. Shame it never got more than one season.
rinnia: (fuck)
Spoilers for Glee Season 3

Aaaaand I'm out. I'll still be part of fandom, but after the downhill slide in Season 2? The proclamation that there will be fewer musical numbers? And now this bullshit? Fuck that.

Glee was never a great show - too inconsistent for that - but it did have an awful lot of potential. Shame it never got more than one season.
rinnia: (fierce little thing)
My brother just graduated and wants to go into theater. Would it be too mean to send him Skipper Dan?

Also, I only know the songs in Polka Face because I eat lunch in the campus bowling alley and I watch Glee. I think I might be unhip. Sadface.
rinnia: (fierce little thing)
My brother just graduated and wants to go into theater. Would it be too mean to send him Skipper Dan?

Also, I only know the songs in Polka Face because I eat lunch in the campus bowling alley and I watch Glee. I think I might be unhip. Sadface.
rinnia: (unimpressed)
With one small exception (Sam/Mercedes is flawless), TLo expressed everything I felt about the Glee finale. Seriously, go rewatch last season's finale. This one was a complete disappointment. Bleh.
rinnia: (unimpressed)
With one small exception (Sam/Mercedes is flawless), TLo expressed everything I felt about the Glee finale. Seriously, go rewatch last season's finale. This one was a complete disappointment. Bleh.
rinnia: (dun look at me plz)
Oh. My god. It has been too long, my friends. Allow me to explain:

- My great uncle died. He was the closest thing my mom had to a father, and though we knew it was coming, it still hurt. What made it even worse is that a bunch of "family" (i.e. bio-related and/or marriage-related, but jackasses I am not fond of) crawled out of the woodwork to steal, literally steal, his belongings. And I'm 99% sure one of them had a hand in his actual death. And some of them are ex-cons with past violent convictions. It's a big fucking mess. At least it's settling down now.

- The Japan trip is off. We'd kind of gotten to the point where we didn't think it was feasible for us both to go, but Jaime at least was going to bring me back a souvenir. Then the nuclear thing happened. What with Jaime being a cancer survivor and all, we got nervous about him going, especially since he gets a bunch of radiation from his check-up scans every few months. Long story short, he e-mailed, his advisor understood, and said advisor will present Jaime's paper for the conference so Jaime doesn't have to go. Whee!

- Being a TA sucks. The time. Yargh.

- Minor mental meltdown as a result of lab stresses. My advisor is the type to motivate with stress and doesn't seem to believe in positive reinforcement. Add that onto anxiety, depression, and a touch of Imposter Syndrome, and sometimes I just hit critical.

+ Second pup! We adopted Opal, a 1 year old hound mix, and she is soooo sweet and cute. Observe! )

BONUS - the reptile corner! )

BONUS BONUS - seen in a parking garage! )
rinnia: (dun look at me plz)
Oh. My god. It has been too long, my friends. Allow me to explain:

- My great uncle died. He was the closest thing my mom had to a father, and though we knew it was coming, it still hurt. What made it even worse is that a bunch of "family" (i.e. bio-related and/or marriage-related, but jackasses I am not fond of) crawled out of the woodwork to steal, literally steal, his belongings. And I'm 99% sure one of them had a hand in his actual death. And some of them are ex-cons with past violent convictions. It's a big fucking mess. At least it's settling down now.

- The Japan trip is off. We'd kind of gotten to the point where we didn't think it was feasible for us both to go, but Jaime at least was going to bring me back a souvenir. Then the nuclear thing happened. What with Jaime being a cancer survivor and all, we got nervous about him going, especially since he gets a bunch of radiation from his check-up scans every few months. Long story short, he e-mailed, his advisor understood, and said advisor will present Jaime's paper for the conference so Jaime doesn't have to go. Whee!

- Being a TA sucks. The time. Yargh.

- Minor mental meltdown as a result of lab stresses. My advisor is the type to motivate with stress and doesn't seem to believe in positive reinforcement. Add that onto anxiety, depression, and a touch of Imposter Syndrome, and sometimes I just hit critical.

+ Second pup! We adopted Opal, a 1 year old hound mix, and she is soooo sweet and cute. Observe! )

BONUS - the reptile corner! )

BONUS BONUS - seen in a parking garage! )
rinnia: (exhausted)
I was just informed (via e-mail at 4pm on a Friday, the jerks) that I'm a TA this term. This in addition to the course where I have to follow a doctor around for half a day once a week and write biweekly reports and an 8-10 page final paper and the course taught by my co-advisor that has ten homeworks that are ungraded but will be answered on the board by random people in class, three exams, and a quiz every week that there's not an exam. Oh, and my normal research work in the lab, of course. And this is the term I have to do my qualifier, which consists of a 15-20 minute prequalifier presentation followed by questions on both my research and general topics, an 8-10 page paper, and another 15-20 minute presentation followed by even more questions.

And my advisor's on me about these results that I'm working as fast as is scientifically possible on. It's not my fault that it didn't work the first time - his golden boy did the transfection that crapped out, not me, and the solution that failed? Is in the same line as all the ones that work. It's just older. Which I had no way of knowing, as all of this was stocked before I got here and nobody said a thing about it when I was discussing my project. They didn't know it was too old, either. So... how could I have humanly known?!

Ugh. Science. What a load.
rinnia: (exhausted)
I was just informed (via e-mail at 4pm on a Friday, the jerks) that I'm a TA this term. This in addition to the course where I have to follow a doctor around for half a day once a week and write biweekly reports and an 8-10 page final paper and the course taught by my co-advisor that has ten homeworks that are ungraded but will be answered on the board by random people in class, three exams, and a quiz every week that there's not an exam. Oh, and my normal research work in the lab, of course. And this is the term I have to do my qualifier, which consists of a 15-20 minute prequalifier presentation followed by questions on both my research and general topics, an 8-10 page paper, and another 15-20 minute presentation followed by even more questions.

And my advisor's on me about these results that I'm working as fast as is scientifically possible on. It's not my fault that it didn't work the first time - his golden boy did the transfection that crapped out, not me, and the solution that failed? Is in the same line as all the ones that work. It's just older. Which I had no way of knowing, as all of this was stocked before I got here and nobody said a thing about it when I was discussing my project. They didn't know it was too old, either. So... how could I have humanly known?!

Ugh. Science. What a load.
rinnia: (exhausted)
Well, it took me this long to end up staying up too late getting things done. I know, I know, 11:40 isn't that late, but I have class at 7:25 tomorrow morning. And a group meeting at 11 which I have not done the Powerpoint for yet (and really have no material with which to work) and will have to do after class in the lab. I was going to do it now, but I forgot to copy the images onto my lappy, and I'm just too tired and sore and half-sick-yet-again to ramble out into a dark living room, risking grievous bodily harm with every step, and retrieve my flash drive. It. Will. Wait.

I guess I got some reading done. That's good. And I think I know what I'll put on my slides. Also good. Oh, and dinner was great. Yeah. So, today was not a total loss? Sure, we'll go with that.
rinnia: (exhausted)
Well, it took me this long to end up staying up too late getting things done. I know, I know, 11:40 isn't that late, but I have class at 7:25 tomorrow morning. And a group meeting at 11 which I have not done the Powerpoint for yet (and really have no material with which to work) and will have to do after class in the lab. I was going to do it now, but I forgot to copy the images onto my lappy, and I'm just too tired and sore and half-sick-yet-again to ramble out into a dark living room, risking grievous bodily harm with every step, and retrieve my flash drive. It. Will. Wait.

I guess I got some reading done. That's good. And I think I know what I'll put on my slides. Also good. Oh, and dinner was great. Yeah. So, today was not a total loss? Sure, we'll go with that.
rinnia: (insomnia)
18th - PET scan at Moffitt, as Jaime's latest CT scan showed an enlarged lymph node in his neck.
19th - my grandfather's funeral, which I can't attend, because it's being held in Tennessee, where he spent the past two years with his new wife, instead of Florida, where his wife of 47 years is buried.
20th - orientation and class registration. After that's done, I need to send my schedule to my dad so he can maybe get me dental insurance for a month and I can get whatever's painfully wrong with my molar fixed, fill out the form to get my UF health insurance, and try not to freak out about not being as knowledgeable as I feel I should be to start research work.

Huh. Wonder why I can't sleep?

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