The number of problems stays the same, but the severity becomes lessened.

           I caved and bought a printer for $45 bucks today. My math teacher has something going on with keeping things in order, which requires her students assembling packets of work on a regular basis. I'm not 100% sure exactly what she wants, because listening to her is difficult for me: she goes into great detail about the end result of whatever it is we're doing, but kind of neglects the introduction. She explains what order the pieces of paper in these packets are supposed to go in, but doesn't tell us what in the blazing hell the assignments we're supposed to arrange are.

Congratulations, you've managed to make math 050 hard.

         Turns out setting up a 45 dollar printer isn't as easy as one might think. Especially when one has to download the setup install software using his slow, so slow, phone as a hotspot. It looks like it's going to take another six hours to download, and I actually thought about waiting it out. Kind of like Monday, when i stayed up until four in the morning doing who knows what. I had to be in class at eight and in order to do that i had to be at the bus stop at six thirty. I slept until six thirty. I'm pretty sure I took my alarm and stuffed it under the blankets, because I missed class.
                What I didn't remember about not eating is that my memory starts to slip. I forget things like keys, toolboxes, and which clever place i'd decided to hide my passport. I forget class times (which is why i have my schedule written everywhere; I'm this close to acting like Guy Pearce's character in Memento) and sometimes I forget to be polite. I'm thinking that tomorrow i should probably get a premature baby-sized burrito from Qdoba and make my brain work again. I wasn't thinking about the logistics of all the stuff i had to carry, and walked around looking like a confused hobo most of the day.

I have conflicting interests.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I started writing this on wednesday. Whatever that means.

                 I slept through three alarms this morning. The rooms here are set up with bunk beds, so they can (barely) accommodate two people to a room, which can be a pain in the ass. Generally I'm pretty easy going, and i don't get upset if things are messy or loud or whatever (I've had about seven roommates in the lighthouse) because the situation isn't ideal for either of us and I'd rather not make it worse. My roommate, not wanting to be a dick himself and wake me up when all my alarms woke him up instead of me, quietly got out of the top bunk and went downstairs to the TV room to sleep on the couch. I felt like such an asshole! First off, until yesterday i don't think I've ever slept through an alarm, drunk, sober, whatever, I DON'T OVERSLEEP. Second, the guy makes an active effort to not piss me off, and instead of kicking the bed or shaking me (like i would have done), he just went and slept downstairs. Having a roommate like that here is like finding water in the desert.
             Unfortunately, that meant I missed French class for the second time, for the same reason. I had to email my teacher and i can't even remember what the email said. She came across as a little irked, but i'm not going to get dropped for it. which is really good news. I really need to get whatever this is under control; I don't have a good reason to miss class anymore. Except for tomorrow I have an drug/alcohol intake with a mental health place called Touchstone, which has a history of bungling appointments and records. I was supposed to do this on the eighth of August, but when i went in they told me that the guy i was supposed to see was on vacation and treated me like I was an asshole for showing up. These appointments are hard to set up to begin with; they usually have to schedule you over a month in advance because everything is so booked, so hearing that if I wanted to do this thing I would have to re-schedule just made me mad. I ended up pushing the issue and got an appointment for tomorrow, but it starts the same time as my math class. What a pain.
            On the bright side, having a little time to adjust to my new schedule isn't such a bad thing. I've been able to be social sometimes, alone others, and all in all don't feel like i used to. I didn't have it in me to write yesterday. I'd been out living life and kind of enjoying myself, so I don't feel too bad about it. I spent way too much money at the vapor shop, but came out with some cool stuff:

Just… Just look at that! How could I not!?

                  Because i didn't want to spend the extra $15 at Wal-Mart to get a wireless printer, I get a whole new set of problems. The printer i bought came with a software installation disc for WINDOWS, (i own a mac) so my other option was to download the installation software from Canon's website. Which literally took all night because i use my cheap MetroPCS phone as a hotspot, and it downloads at about 12 kbps. When i woke up (late) this morning, i was excited to get started with the whole thing; i went looking for the USB cable that connects to the printer and got confused, because why the fuck would you mass-produce a product and leave necessary parts out of the box?
         Because you're Canon and apparently Canon don't give a fuck.
          I really don't like the fact that i missed even one class this week. I'm not superstitious and i don't believe that rough starts always indicate problems in the future, but it is kind of disappointing to miss classes because of something as mundane as a shitty bus schedule or an exhaustion that literally knocks you out. To my credit, i took the time i missed and used it to make myself feel okay; the time that was taken from me I took back and turned into something positive. Sometimes i have to remember that i've been in worse places doing worse things, and although I'm miles ahead of where i used to be if i fuck this up it doesn't take much to go right back.

The best part is the unavoidable cuddling

           So I'm here for now, but (and this is in no way a sure thing) i get my refund here in ten days. If i can just make it to then, i can work something out. I'm looking at places, but with no deposit and no source of income besides school, people are a little reluctant to hold a place for me.
           

You come to me with your pockets hanging out and you want what?