**before i start, i've noticed that since i changed my layout, i'm getting less clicks on the top 100 diaries button. please go to the bottom and click it, because my self-esteem needs you to. we now return to your regularly scheduled diary.**
oy. i have been unable to update due to technical difficulties. if "technical difficulties" is the phrase one uses when your cats knock a glass of soda onto your keyboard and you walk into your bedroom to find your computer beeping strangely in a sort of strangled-sounding way. so my nice, ergonomically designed keyboard bit the big one, and i'm using a black hand-me-down from mom's dell, with most of the lettering rubbed off the keys until i can install a replacement. so it goes.
since i wrote last, i finally managed to finish all of my admissions essays, fill out the actual application, enclose a check, and overnight the whole shebang to montclair, who will hopefully write me a gleefully welcoming letter sometime in the next month or two. "but of course you're accepted! we've been coveting someone of your obvious talents and genius for years!" or, you know, "we are pleased to accept your application for admission, and invite you to attend our Prestigious University while paying a hefty sum." either one, really.
and i went to a new doctor on friday. the doctors that i've been going to since i was seven years old decided that i would be better off as not one of their clients (you forget to pay one bill, once...), and really they're right. because they don't listen when i talk, and they don't want to do anything that involves actually doing anything, to the point of telling my mother that pain was just something she was going to have to learn how to live with. grrr stupid doctors. so anyway, i went to a group of younger women doctors. and my doctor listened when i talked. within five minutes, she had changed my medication, asked more questions than any other doctor ever, and talked me into a flu shot. from which my arm is currently swollen, red, and itchy; i'm not sure why.
of course, now i have a New Fun Thing To Deal With (and the award for over-capitalization goes to...)! i have an incompetent pharmacy! on sunday they told dad that there was a problem with my insurance card and i couldn't get my new prescription. so dad took my new insurance card there today, where they proceeded to tell him that everything was worked out, no problem. then they gave him THE WRONG PRESCRIPTION. apparently my old doctor had bothered to call in my refill for the old medication after a week. but someone is definitely screwing up, causing me to now have to get my shoes back on, take my car back out of the driveway, and drive over to the pharmacy to represent. being a basically non-confrontational person, i would really just prefer it if everyone would just be competent and do their jobs, to save me the trouble.
oh, and i chopped my hair off this morning. the back is veryvery short, the front significantly less so. i just got tired of it. tired of all the blowdrying and the worrying about getting caught in the rain and the pathologically close relationship i had begun to build with my straightening iron. naturally, mom hates it.
pass the hydrocortisone, please.
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