So I'm two days into the new school year. So far, I've been to my music appreciation class, which is leaving me much to be appreciative of. This is the class for "non-music majors"; I don't play an instrument, I can't read sheet music, and my singing sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Therefore, I agree I would definitely fall into the "non-music" major catagory. However, our instructor who is this witty little beatnik of a goatee wearing man, says that 10% of our grade consists of performance. WTF? Would you like to see me do a performance, perchance, say, ironing - you may get to see me dance when I burn a finger! How about watching me play solitaire on the computer? Watch me perform magic feats of piracy and download songs off the internet? That's musical. Whatever. We either have to sing, play an instrument, or dance.....in front of the class. Or we have to recruit someone who can. My only hope would be my neighbor across the street, G, who is a semi-professional guitarist. He rocks. However, I don't know if he would be willing to come do this for me. Bribery, in any form, would be accepted at this point. I hope he can be bought cheaply, because, well, frankly, I be poor.

Did I mention a fucking term paper is due in this class? Fuck me.

Second class was Criminal Procedures. The county DA teaches it. Seems like a nice man. However, we have, get this....in three weeks from now, we have a FUCKING TERM PAPER DUE. Of which he will give us the assignment for it next week. Which gives me all of a fucking week to get it done. WTF.

He calls it a term paper, yet we are only to use one source (and attach said article), the source being an article, not a whole book, and write 3-5 pages on it. Now how the hell....and its to be on a topic we will be going over in class. Whatever. How am I supposed to find a topic and cover it, when we haven't even begun the class yet. Sheesh.

Tonight, is the computer class. I swear, if I have to do a term paper for this one, I will be looking for a college PC to reformat. Term paper this beeotches!

In other news, but yet still strangely related, I fell on Sunday night. I had been working my ass off around here, cleaning and sorting, and had taken the vaccuum out of the computer room and left it in the hallway. Having forgotten about said computer for many hours, and having decided to quit working for the night, I proceeded to sit here in the dark and play games online, which is something I hardly ever do anymore. The time continuum vortex sucked me in, and several hours went by, with me completely forgetting about the upright sucker machine in the hall. At some point I decided I must cut the umbilical cord prior to me peeing my pants, and I jumped up to do my business. Hauling around the corner, I managed to hang my pinkie toe on the right foot on the corner of the vaccuum, and took a header at about 50 m.p.h., landing squarely on my left knee cap and skidding.....well, only as far as 185 pounds and nylon carpet will let you skid. Needless to say, I was seeing stars, about to throw up or pee, I couldn't decide which. So I can't bear weight on my left leg at all, it hurts like a mutha, and of course, I broke my right pinkie toe so that foot is not too happy taking all the weight right now either.

Come Monday night, it had a fluid pocket under the knee cap about the size of a golf ball. So I decided to see the Doc yesterday. And this meant I would have to drop the yoga class. Which now means I have to somehow, someway, find two PE classes I can manage to take in the spring. Shit. Oh well. As it turns out, whether I had hurt my knee or not, the yoga class has been cancelled.

Good news is, I didn't break anything. I have what looks to be a 1/2 inch long hairline fracture at the end of the femur, Doc wasn't sure. The bad news is, there are strange white and black spots on the tibia portion of the xray. I asked him what they were, and he said he didn't know and would send the xrays to a radiologist for further inquiry. They don't look normal, thats for sure. Oh well, I am not going to worry about it. What will be, will be.

Spouse had an appointment with Doctor Bastard, the asshole disease specialist today. Spouse insisted he have the insurance pay for transportation, so that I didn't have to take him. So I could concentrate on other things. Fine. So last night he stays up till two, has to get up at 6. Guess who overslept? Guess who was taking out his frustrations on me this morning? Guess who had better fucking come home in a better mood/attitude/frame of mind.

I am frustrated with the weight thing. I still haven't made myself go back to the gym. What a stupid waste of money. I KNOW how I am. I hate gyms. Why did I do this? Now I'm stuck with automatic payments for a freakin year. Dumbass. I should just go. But I HATE going. Just go. Do it. Quit being a baby and SUCK IT UP SOLDIER!!!! Hmmm, not working. Okay, if I won't do that, then I best get to work cleaning up around here, and do some studying. Man oh man, I buried myself this semester.

OH! I forgot to mention....I was selected for alternate CAD coordinator at work. Will learn new things upon my return in September. Finally. And poor B, who will likely retire soon, had best teach me all I need to know....Anyways, I think they have some heartburn going on at work right now over my being pissy about not being given the courtesy of being told the applications were open for the position. Whatever, I made my opinion known. I let them know they tried to fuck me, and I did not like it. No more Mrs. Niceguy. I am finally learning to stand up for myself.

Must get to work.

Ciao.