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Adventures in setting up my own cable box and internet:

I have wifi, but no internet, and idk if the cable works because my tv wants to connect to the internet first.

Preparing to start moving stuff into my apartment today, and some how it feels way later than 10ish am.

Just when you think all is smooth-ish sailing again…you smack the “Ah-ha-ha Fuck o_o” Sandbar.

Things that have happened today:

1. Trying on skirts has confirmed to me that I: A) am not a fan of skirts, but B) I would like to own a kilt or two someday.
2. Earned my MA in education; skipped the walking this time, but did get the hood. Because fancy.

Have decided that I will be wearing a tie to the job fair type thing that’s part of my internship.

Because I want whoever is there to know who I am. And if they won’t consider me with the tie, I wouldn’t want to work for them anyway.

Apparently I caught the plague from the Padawans. I have a 99.9 fever.

On the upside, I did make to midterm with no sickness.

That wonderful moment where your anxiety attacks you because you are attempting to work yourself up to telling someone about your anxiety and depression.

@_@

On the up side, I have new computer mouse.

And have gone from anger to, “Enjoy that grave that you have just unknowingly dug for yourself. 😀 ”

Nothing to do with anyone who can read this, but I needed to vent. As you will see by the swearing. Which I generally save for special occasions.

To whom it may concern: Fuck you and fuck the high horse you rode the fuck in on, you fucking pissbaby asshole.

The only downside of the resume work shop was the woman doing it telling all us of us that we were “too young to need a mental health day.” Considering I had two different flavors of unexpected anxiety bullshit episodes today prior to that, I mental did the “::looks into camera like on The Office::” thing. Nice ableism there, ma’am.

Other moment of oddity was being a 29-year-old in a room full of people still young enough to ask if they should put stuff from high school on their “I want a teaching job” resumes.