It has been a very few exciting days around here.
But you'll get to read the same old boring topics. YAY for you!
I've finished with all but one class - Hist 401. Of course, this is the class for which I must write a 20 page paper. I'm currently on page ten and about ready to curl up in a ball and cry in his office, begging him to just give me a B+ and I'll take it, thankyouverymuch.
Something tells me that I'm just gonna have to suck it up and write the paper.
I've only received one grade so far and oddly enough, compulsively checking eLion to see if any other grades have been posted doesn't seem to be working. I've decided to blame technology.
The realtors made a surprise visit yesterday to make sure we're all abiding by the lease. One section of the lease (on the bottom of page 9, actually) states that only four people get to live here. Oddly enough, that's the one section of the lease we can't seem to get Jendrew to follow. Surprise of surprise, they were both here when the realtors knocked on their door and she got a talking-to. About twenty minutes later, they both left. She's returned once, to pack up toothbrushes and medications, and we've only seen them once since. The atmosphere here is SO much more relaxed now.
If he spends more than two nights a week here again, we're gonna have a little talking-to ourselves. I am, in a sick and twisted sort of way, looking forward to that very much.
I'm fairly certain that she is pissed at us, believing that we called and complained. I find it so very satisfying that a) she is angry for getting in trouble for doing something she is not allowed to do and that we have asked her, multiple times, not to do and b) that we had nothing to do with it. Here's to hoping that they remain not here for the rest of the school year.
To follow that wonderful Christmas surprise (I promise, there is no sarcasm what-so-ever in that sentence), Ryan locked himself out of his room. (We have taken to locking our bedroom doors when we leave because we have reason to believe that Jendrew went through Ryan's room while he was at mass. Papers were not were they had been left and a rather mean-spirited note that he had written to relieve stress and anger was found on top of the papers it had previously been underneath. Plus, there were a number of holes in his practice exam, as if the exam had been stabbed with a knife.) All told, I think he spent about two hours waiting for a locksmith to let him back in his room. I suggested billing Jendrew for the cost of the locksmith, but the idea was vetoed.
TheUrmily had similar issues this morning, but that was related to her car and the fact that she locked not only her keys, but also her cell phone and id card in her car, making it impossible for her to either call anyone for help or return to her room and ask a neighbor for the use of their cell phone.
There is no knitting content because I have been doing no knitting. I sit at my computer and I type and read and read and type and play a few games of Freecell so my mouse doesn't feel as if I no longer love it. Ryan shall have to go home hat-less, as I think it would be better if he went home in such a state and I finish this paper before it is due. (Time: 19 hours and 45 minutes. And I think sleep might be a good thing at some point. Perhaps?)
There will, however, be knitting content once I get home. We'll see how fast one can knit an applied i-cord edging to a other-wise completed hat, finish the remaining 1/4 of a sock, figure out gauge for Blaze, start upon highly complicated chart-reading-requiring socks, and go to the barn and deal with family and maybe see the boyfriend for a little bit. And let us not forget about the holiday parties which, by definition, involve food and alcohol that is (mostly) free.