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cimorene1. kittehs
a while ago there was a kitty drinking party in the kitchen. the cats always get up from wax's arm and hip respectively for their midnight snacks at the same time. lily drank from the dog's bowl and tea demanded the cold water be turned on at a trickle just for her, as usual. but this time she struck up quite a few conversations with me, and several times rubbed her face on my nose and chin when i bent over near her.
2. peculiar neuroses of the cim/school anxiety
my distaste (a mild word. perhaps "horror" would be more appropriate) for asking people things and communicating with people i don't know in general is so great that although i sent a text message to my freshman tutor from last year on friday, and her answer was waiting for me saturday morning, i still have not read it. in fact for most of sunday i avoided touching my phone as much as possible. of course since my part of the communication is done and in fact hers is written and is only waiting for me to read it, this is doubly ridiculous, if not more so. my message was long but apologetic and basically asked her only if she knew where i was supposed to go to get stuck in a new tutor group for the coming year. in my defense, i have since read something that leads me to believe tutor groups will be created on the spot at the first day of departmental orientation, which is not for at least two more weeks.
3. --
i've mostly been reading real books the last day and a half, trying to cleanse my mental palate, or something. no word yet as to whether it's working. huh, wax just napped from six pm to ten pm. doesn't she work at 7 in the morning again tomorrow?
4. deportation?
deportation is looking less and less likely. the student union's letter stating it took several days for my fee to clear by computer before i could get my new year's registration sticker was... on crack. i presented my bank receipt to the secretary and received a sticker and an enrollment stamp on my receipt. the official stamp on the receipt constitutes my proof of enrollment, but i forgot to photocopy it before taking it to drop off with my residence permit application as proof of such. this caused me a brief but intense moment of panic on the bus halfway to the police station. should i go back? where was the nearest photocopy-place? there was also a little hiccup at the bank getting my account statement. they want a passport for identification every time, but my passport has been temporarily taken into custody and they don't like photocopies. i got the feeling she was only accepting my american driver's licence because i looked so distressed.
a while ago there was a kitty drinking party in the kitchen. the cats always get up from wax's arm and hip respectively for their midnight snacks at the same time. lily drank from the dog's bowl and tea demanded the cold water be turned on at a trickle just for her, as usual. but this time she struck up quite a few conversations with me, and several times rubbed her face on my nose and chin when i bent over near her.
2. peculiar neuroses of the cim/school anxiety
my distaste (a mild word. perhaps "horror" would be more appropriate) for asking people things and communicating with people i don't know in general is so great that although i sent a text message to my freshman tutor from last year on friday, and her answer was waiting for me saturday morning, i still have not read it. in fact for most of sunday i avoided touching my phone as much as possible. of course since my part of the communication is done and in fact hers is written and is only waiting for me to read it, this is doubly ridiculous, if not more so. my message was long but apologetic and basically asked her only if she knew where i was supposed to go to get stuck in a new tutor group for the coming year. in my defense, i have since read something that leads me to believe tutor groups will be created on the spot at the first day of departmental orientation, which is not for at least two more weeks.
3. --
i've mostly been reading real books the last day and a half, trying to cleanse my mental palate, or something. no word yet as to whether it's working. huh, wax just napped from six pm to ten pm. doesn't she work at 7 in the morning again tomorrow?
4. deportation?
deportation is looking less and less likely. the student union's letter stating it took several days for my fee to clear by computer before i could get my new year's registration sticker was... on crack. i presented my bank receipt to the secretary and received a sticker and an enrollment stamp on my receipt. the official stamp on the receipt constitutes my proof of enrollment, but i forgot to photocopy it before taking it to drop off with my residence permit application as proof of such. this caused me a brief but intense moment of panic on the bus halfway to the police station. should i go back? where was the nearest photocopy-place? there was also a little hiccup at the bank getting my account statement. they want a passport for identification every time, but my passport has been temporarily taken into custody and they don't like photocopies. i got the feeling she was only accepting my american driver's licence because i looked so distressed.
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Date: 15 Aug 2005 07:35 pm (UTC)like the lady at the gp's office who took my phone call this morning.
me: "could you ask him to write me a prescription for paxil? i've run out."
her: "it'll be at the apothecary tomorrow after 11 a.m."
me: "could it be today please?"
her: "sure, it'll be there after 4 p.m."
i have it on my mum's authority that my sleepiness made me sound severely depressed during that conversation. i suspect that's why she capitulated without so much as a "well, you could have called earlier".
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Date: 15 Aug 2005 08:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 15 Aug 2005 10:41 pm (UTC)*ahem*
Oh, do not get me started on Eurotrashscumbags and their ideas of what constitutes acceptable ID. Things have been slightly easier since I got my proper (i.e. German) driver's licence, but I never carry my passport around with me.
p.s. Always make photocopies of everything. Especially your arse. You just never know when you're going to need them.
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Date: 16 Aug 2005 11:49 am (UTC)