It's That Time of Year Again...

Sorry about my Japan blog, it's on Hiatus until I get my head screwed on straight....

School starts on Monday. I'm just as bloody terrified as last year. Will I get my financial aid in time? Will they realize that I checked the box "Taxes are filed" hoping to get them in by the time they read my application and I still haven't sent them in yet? Will the Spanish class that I bullied my way into end up being too full? How in the WORLD am I going to pay for the $200 book set I need for Spanish, when I ended up finally receiving LAST YEARS for free? 0.o

All sorts of things have been running through my head....

But I've had good news on several accounts :)

Number one: My roommate is totally and utterly moved in. Even got the internet bill out of her this month.

The downside is that she wrote the check for that over a week ago and I just found it this morning.....But that's all right >.<

Number two: We get along pretty well! Our personalities actually clash a lot less than Miki's and mine did (although depending on what side of the fence you're one, that could be good or bad) so so far it's been all rainbows and kitties *crosses fingers*. She doesn't exasperate me (too much), nor make me angry, so life is good.

I severely miss Miki, though...

This week was new student week. I did lots of things I didn't do last year (like a few of the "Mandatory" sessions that I had skipped.....) and didn't do some of the things I had done. For instance, I went to Laser Tag and LOTS of info sessions on anxiety and testing, and the Non-Traditional group (technically I qualified for that last year, but I chickened out because I wasn't 35 with 3 children and a husband....), but I skipped the hypnotist and the comedian and I don't think I'll go to freshmen bar (non-alcoholic) tonight because I've got the sniffles and I think that guys hitting on me there will just depress me.

A very very very good friend of mine that I met at the bar last year (it was a rave), has just been diagnosed with two types of cancer.

He's very depressed, and very....dreary, I suppose. He sees no point in anything at the moment. And it distresses me.

So no bar.

I did go to a few socials, and met new friends! I had a goal of meeting at LEAST two ppl this week (Audrey, my roommate, boggled at me and said "Twoooooo?!" like that was a humongous number and she could never do that....), and I met three!

Well, a girl named Rosie and a married couple named Stephen and Erica.

They are all pretty awesome.

Bathed the cats two times with flea shampoo before Audrey stepped in. She found cheapo flea collars at Waremart (WinCo) and so far the cats are only scratching at the scabs they had from their earmites a few weeks back. It's still an uphill battle with the Ringworm (theirs AND mine) but the fleas are losing.

Last night I vacated the place and deactivated the smoke detectors (I relished taking screwdrivers to them, the stupid things go off when the pizza's done for goodness' sake...) and set off bug bombs. It smells funny, and the cats are now enjoying their first trip onto the patio in a month (The door is finally shut AND it's like 80 degrees outside) and I'm sniffling my way through a large fry from Mcd's.

I know, right? It's the perfect sicky food :)

BUT, something AMAZING happened today!

I opened my mailbox, and all there was in there was a key. Now, I've been feeling rather abandoned because ever since I got back from Japan, Miki hasn't written, emailed, gotten on FB....well, besides the week directly after I got back, and I was actually quite worried. Expecting a package from my Dad (*coughs* Which I really NEED *coughs*), or even the cookies my mum promised me, I jammed the key in the lock and yanked out the box.

My first reaction was an honest to God full belly laugh.

Miki addressed the box with her address in the center, and mine in the corner, and the poor mailman wrote arrows all over the front :)

Hilarious!

That alone made my entire day.

Then I went to thinking that she only sent me stuff because she felt obligated because she said she would (They make this amazing Udon and Ramen in a cup that comes CURRY flavored! that you can't get here....), goodness knows why I thought that. Miki isn't like that at all. If she feels forced, she goes POOF! Like a fairy to never return.

I respect her for standing her ground in her own way.

So I open the box, expecting the worst, and the first thing I see is the curry....

She drew little piggy faces on the spines with various expressions and wrote *MILD* *HOT* and *VERY HOT!!!*

With star ratings below and everything :)

That's where I knew everything was going to be all right.

It's really hard to find the kind of ramen I decided I liked while in Japan, just as hard to find my soda *cries*. But she managed to hunt down four variations of the same flavor :)

WOOHOO!

Then I got a very nice letter that blew all of my disappointment, worry, and self-degradation out the window and now I've got it posted to the wall.

Apparently she's having such a hard time finding a job, that she started working at a Bento factory, or, a lunch box factory. I am not sure whether she is making the boxes, or packing lunches for convenient stores......

But apparently it's so bad there that she even used a bad word in her letter! :D

"I've been working really hard at a factory, making Bento thingy. It's like a HELL. I've taken several interviews for part-time jobs this week...hopefully at least one of them will call me back and save me from the Hell Bento Factory.....

I laughed so hard I thought I'd be sick.

Am probably going to write her an epic letter back (all the while scowling at her perfect handwriting) and hope that I can make her smile too.

Will let you guys know about classes later....

Regards from Purgatory,

Monica

EPIC MAIL FAIL

So that electricity bill I went to harass city hall about that they told me didn't make it to me because "I" had lost it?

Yeah, it just came in the mail.

Today.

For some odd reason it says "Retour Inconnu" on it, for all I know it went to France or something. But someone did me a favor and circled my name on the front and it ended up back in my box.

Woohoo!

Yay for the postal system. Two months late :)

Regards from Purgatory,

Monica