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[ 9 ! 11 ! 02 ] I'm at my friend Russell's house at this very moment. I haven't been over here in a while. (A very long while.) I tried to go to LSU (as usual), but there wasn't any place to park, and part of the road was blocked off because they were having some September 11th memorial or whatever.
But anyhow, I went over to Russell's, because it was on the way home, and I haven't seen him in eons. We talked for a while, I read an article from one of his Sociology books, and now I'm on his computer, and he's studying for a test he has tomorrow.
The first big event of this week was going to the courthouse to pay off the ticket I got a while back. (I got a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt - a $25 fine - and a ticket for having expired plates - a $95 fine.) I re-instated my plates with the state of Wisconsin. I showed the prosecutor the evidence, and he said that if I pled guilty to the seatbelt charge, I'd be found not guilty on the expired plate charge.
Here's what pissed me off...
-I got there before 8:30 am - when they said you had to be there. I talked to the prosecutor around 9 am. The judge didn't make her merry way into the courtroom until 10:30 am. And by some stroke of luck, I was the first on the docket. (Thank God!)
-After I was dealt with, I had to step to the right. Without thinking, I put my hand on the bench. The bitch-ass baliff (or whatever she does) came over and SLAPPED my hand off the bench and rudely stated, "Keep your hands off the bench!" The fucking bitch could have walked over to me and politely asked me to remove my hand from the bench. Unless you are a drooling moron, one could clearly see that I was not a threat to the judge. I was just casually resting my hand on the bench. The dumb bitch could have dealt with the situation better.
-Before the judge even came in, they were calling people up. I wanted to know what was going on, right? Because I saw some people who were waiting to talk to the prosecutor going up there. I saw a man standing across from the railing, and very politely, I said, "Excuse me, sir..." Before I could even ask the question, the rude asshole just put his hand up. Dumb motherfucker could have been polite and LISTENED to my question, and if he didn't know, he could POLITELY say that he didn't know why they were calling people up there or what for. Fucking asshole.
So fucking much for southern hospitality.
See, it's backwards. I've found that, generally, most people I talk to down on the street in the north (in the areas where I grew up around) were rather "cold" - most wouldn't say hi or wave to you on the street unless you knew each other, cashiers at gas stations and stores would think you had mental problems if you struck up a conversation, et. al - but I've found that the people who worked for the city/state in the north were nice and helpful. But in the south, generally, people will say hi to you if you say hi to them, cashiers will talk with you when you talk with them, et. al. But those who work for the city/state are all helpful, but very short and very rude. If I wanted that fucking attitude, motherfucker, I'd hit the streets of Milwaukee or Chicago.
Not to mention, whenever I had to go to court in Wisconsin, the judge or commissoner was always on time or relatively on time. (One was early, actually.)
Like I said, I do think Louisiana is a great state in some aspects, but I just can't wait to get back to the area(s) I call home.
Anyhow, I can't wait to see my dad this Friday! This week practically flew right by. I am very excited. SABLE
[ 9 ! 4 ! 02 ] Things have been ok. Again, some ups, some downs. A little stress, both emotionally and financially.
Today has been a little stressful. Finding a parking spot at LSU was a bitch. And when I did find one, it was a mile (that's an exaggeration) away. Not to mention I had to walk to the library in the rain.
I get a computer, I archive, and I link that month as "september02" when it's for August. I'm very frustrated about that, and I wish there were some way for me to change that. Unfortunately, (to my knowledge, anyway) I can't.
On the plus side of things, my dad is coming down next Friday, and I'm real excited about that. He's flying in to Baton Rouge at, like, 9 pm. But I am just glad I'll get to see him. He'll only be here until Sunday, and then he'll leave at 3 pm to make it back to Chicago by 9 pm. I do wish he could/would stay longer. *sigh*
He asked if I wanted to go to Boston with everyone (that being my family) for Thanksgiving. He said he'd pay for the ticket (if it didn't end up costing too much), and I'd fly from Baton Rouge or New Orleans to Boston and either meet them when their flight comes in or they'll come and pick me up if they choose to fly in from Chicago earlier.
Anyhow...
Chris moved out. I have mixed feelings about this. Even though he was shitty to me, I didn't mind having him around. I guess I was used to having him around. It's sort of weird now that he's gone, but I am getting used to it. I was really upset about it when he first left, and I wrote my mom droning on and on about it. I'm feeling better about things now. I suppose I'm more upset that he won't be around to help with the rent anymore, but I do miss talking to him. *sigh* SABLE
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sable is: 19 / female; sable lives: baton rouge, louisiana; sable likes: john cusack / joan cusack / catherine zeta-jones / tim robbins / geena davis / susan sarandon / etc.; sable watches: [tv] in the heat of the night / law & order / local news / cheesy dating shows; sable watches: [movies] high fidelity / grosse pointe blank / the sure thing / true colors / basically anything john cusack (except tapeheads) / thelma & louise / the shawshank redemption / dolores claiborne / rock 'n' roll high school / harold & maude / etc.; sable reads: downsize this! by michael moore / high fidelity by nick hornby / trainspotting by irvine welsh / dolores claiborne by stephen king / somebody to love? a rock and roll memoir by grace slick; sable eats: jambalaya / gumbo / beef strogenoff / macaroni and cheese / special k cereal / etc.; sable listens: the stooges / mc5 / ludacris / nelly / jefferson airplane / iggy pop / bruce springsteen / elvis presley / john mellencamp / missy elliott / elvis costello / lunachicks / hate dept. / j.lo / the clash / velvet underground / rem / violent femmes / dmx / david bowie / concrete blonde / fleetwood mac / patti smith group / jimi hendrix / the who / tom petty / bad religion / the beatles / etc.
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Army of Me (August 2002)
Do I Have Soul? That All Depends... (July 2002)
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