Disjointed

I went yesterday to get my new school ID and found out that I could keep my old one. I just had to get it validated so that I can go to the cafeteria and eat without paying. I guess there are other uses for the ID, but I haven’t found any. You can probably use them in the library, but seeing as how I have library phobia, it isn’t really something I’d know anything about.

I also had to go this morning to get my voucher, which shock-gasp-wow was actually ready. It was in a small pile compared to the large pile that the girl in front of me had to get hers from. I got my books, which meant that I had to give up my schedule for the day. I get why they do that, but it’s annoying to have to give up my schedule. I highly doubt anyone could pretend to be me at that school.

Then again, I would’ve thought that it would be hard to pretend to be my mother, but apparently someone is doing it. My mom got a call yesterday from a doctor’s office in Cullman. Apparently, she had an appointment with a doctor she’d never heard of set up by another doctor that she’d never heard of. My mom wanted to make sure they had the right person, so the person went over the information. The person had my mom’s Medicare information, so now we have to be on the lookout for anything strange in my mom’s Medicare statements. If there’s anything wonky, then my mom’s going to report it to Medicare and let the government prosecute the person.

I saw the nurse yesterday at med clinic. I got some Geodon and Effexor samples. I also got my dose increased on Effexor. Now I get to take 37.5 mg of Effexor when I wake up and another 37.5 at about/after 2:00. That way I don’t get jittery or have racing thoughts. Of course this new dosage style will make taking medicines while at school very “fun”. I’ll have to take my Lithium at lunch and then wait until after my classes are over (3:20) to take my Effexor. I hate having to take meds during the middle of the day. I tend to forget them or almost forget them. It’s much easier to take them in the morning and again at night.

The reason my Effexor got increased was that I’ve been getting more depressed. The closer it gets to school starting, the more depressed I get and the more I want to hurt myself. I’ve already had thoughts of going tomorrow and banging my wrists until they’re black and blue. I told the nurse that and she decided I needed more Effexor. My doctor wasn’t there, so the nurse had to get another doctor to sign off on my new dose. The nurse wanted me to just have one dose of 75 mg in the morning, but the doctor said that might make me jittery or have racing thoughts. I guess they have to be careful with Bipolar patients.

I also received a critique of my “poems”. Apparently, I lack style and vocabulary. I don’t remember what all it said, but I deleted it. I know, I should have left it since it was “constructive criticism”, but I don’t particularly like it when someone tells me that I don’t know how to write. I know my poems are not award-winning and aren’t “normal”, but I think I have my own style. If that’s just me being deluded, then that’s fine with me. I don’t need some self-appointed critic telling me that I lack style. I write what I feel. If how I’m feeling is “disjointed”, then my poems are going to be disjointed. That doesn’t keep them from being poetry. If the person had ever read Emily Dickenson’s poetry, then he or she would know that her poems were disjointed. No one questions her style, though. Now, I know I’m not Emily Dickenson, but I’m not the first person to write things weirdly and call them poetry. Poetry isn’t always about flowers and sappy lovestruck people. It’s about whatever is in your heart or mind at the moment.

The day before yesterday, I received a critique of another kind. This time it was someone telling me that I have “demonic disorders” and that I have them because I watch “demonic programs”. (Thus the questions about being demonic and Buffy on the survey.) All this time the person was spelling things incorrectly and using “u r” instead of “you are”, which annoys the crap out of me. They asked what I was doing by watching these shows and what was I learning from them. So, I did the mature thing and told them that apparently the shows had taught me how to spell. Maybe they should watch them and learn how to spell, too.

I hate that school starts tomorrow. I hate that it starts at all. I guess I’ll be stuck wishing for a pipe to burst or snow and ice to blanket the ground so that I won’t have to go. I don’t think the snow and ice thing will happen until much later this semester, if it happens at all.

Oh, I still have no roommate. While we were up at A&M yesterday, I dropped some books off in my room. The bed was still just covered in plastic and no other stuff was in there. I may get my wish of having a room to myself after all.

Oh, and you know how excited I was to get Photoshop. Well, it turns out that I have no clue how to use it, so if anyone could point me in the direction of tutorials, I would really appreciate it.

If you want to see some pictures from my school/dorm or of my pets, then keep “reading”.

A&M
That’s a (bad) shot of “the Hill”. The building that is on the left is West Campus Complex, my old dorm.

A&M
The A&M statue thing

A&M
Patton Hall, the administration building

A&M
The Quad. The building behind it is the building my Physical Science class was in.

A&M
Bibb Graves Hall, the Social Work building

Dorm
It’s hard to read, but that’s Terry Hall…my new dorm.

Dorm
The before picture of my bed in the room

Dorm
And the after shot 🙂

Dorm
Some books I took up there

Dorm
The view from my window. There’s the circle in the window that upset the grandmother of my former roommate. The screen is also torn, and the window won’t shut.

Me
Me

Mom
My mom sitting at the desk in the dorm room

Dad
My dad sitting on the bed in the dorm room

Gretchen
Gretchen sleeping on one of the couches

Gretchen
Gretchen sitting outside.

Gretchen, Molly, and Xander
Gretchen, Molly, and Xander playing

Gretchen, Molly, and Xander
Gretchen, Molly, and Xander playing

Gretchen, Molly, and Xander
Gretchen, Molly, and Xander sitting

Gretchen, Molly, and Xander
Gretchen, Molly, and Xander sitting

Gretchen and Xander
Gretchen and Xander

Molly
Molly being a Basset Hound

Molly
Molly being a Basset Hound

Molly
Molly being a Basset Hound

Molly
Molly being a Basset Hound

Molly
Molly, after she jumped into my bathtub on her own

Molly
Molly drinking water

Molly
Molly yawning

Molly and Gretchen
Molly and Gretchen playing

Molly and Gretchen

Molly and Gretchen

Xander
Xander sitting on the couch with me

Xander

Xander

Xander

Xander

Xander

Xander

Xander
I love his smile. He got that from his Golden Retriever side.

I know, I take a lot of pictures of Gretchen, Molly, and Xander, but they’re like my babies.

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.

8 thoughts on “Disjointed”

  1. WOW. sounds like you had fun. the picture of Molly yawning is cute.. so you got a new dorm? looks big in the pictures. but is it big or not? anyways.. beautiful site you got here. get back at me.
    –Paulina

  2. I’d have a really hard time listening to someone judge my writing when they, themselves, are not able to grasp it firmly. Seriously.. “u r”. I weep for these people.

  3. Actually I am in the middle of an English degree.

    I did not read all of your poems, so I don’t know. But I think that most pieces of writing (not specifically yours) could always do with a bit of work. Anyway, good luck!

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