Actually, the last few days have been a little harrowing. It started Friday night when the drummer's wife pissed my Mom off. So, I had to have the drummer take his wife back to Spokane. And my house still stinks like the drummer's wife's body odor. In the meantime, I'd been talking to Cactus about coming back and, at least, filling in while we finished training this other drummer. Well, he said "yes," but then, tonight, there was an e-mail from him stating that, while he was looking forward to playing with us again, he couldn't do it because he got drunk at a party, fell down some stairs, and twisted his ankle, sprained his wrist, and broke his thumb. So, we're back to having to try to train this new drummer in three weeks to play 106 cover songs and 12 original songs.
In the meantime, I've been having an argument with my college advisor (who is also the instructor for one of the courses I am taking this semester). We'd set up a practicum for me to do working with a non-profit organization in Coeur d'Alene. Actually, this was set up between my old advisor (a sweet woman who is no longer working with my college on a full-time basis) and a gentleman from London who is a humanitarian who recently got back from some work in East Timor. At any rate, the whole thing fell to pieces when the guy from London resigned the position and moved back to London, and my advisor moved on to work more steadily with another college. Now, my new advisor, who I cannot stand (for reasons I will explain in a minute), signs me up for the practicum without me actually having the position set in stone anymore. Well, I tried to contact everyone involved with the NPO, but to no avail. No one returns calls, no one answers e-mail. I am so mad. So, I write to my advisor and he doesn't write back. I call him and he does not return my call. I write him again, and finally get a response, but only after he's told me everything he's written in the e-mail (minus one disparaging comment toward me) after class tonight. Now, during class, he ignores me the whole time: everytime I raise my hand to ask a question, he ignores me. Everytime I try to answer a question he ignores me. When he directs a question at me, and I answer, he vociferously tells me that I am wrong, and then proceeds to reword exactly what I said. Either he is not paying attention to what I am saying or he is just being an ass. Only two reasons for his behavior, you know? Anyway, last semester, when I was taking another class from him, he told me that he would have liked to fail me, but he couldn't because my work was too good. Arg! Anyway, so I finally confront him, and ask him, "Do you have a problem with me?" He acts all innocent and almost offended and says that if he had a problem with me I would know it, and I'm thinking... I do know it!
So, then, on the way home tonight, I am driving along at about 60 MPH and I see a deer in my headlights, so I let my foot off the accelerator and start slowing down. There is a car coming at me (with bright lights on... typical), so I put my lights on low beam. Now, I can't see as far, so I didn't see the other deer that started across the road. I stood on the binders. Tires squealed. Car went almost sideways. And I hit the deer anyway. The deer hits the front driver's side of the bumper, and his head hit the hood of my car. His antlers left dents in the hood. He left hair all over the headlights, bent my bumper, broke a piece of plastic that goes between the bumper and the frame of the car, and turned the high beam headlight in by about an inch and half. The deer bounced off the car and landed in the other lane in front of the oncoming car I dimmed my lights for. The other driver honks at me like I did something wrong, but he did not stop. I pulled a little bit off the road and put on my emergency flashers. I'm shaking and watching the deer in the road, and the darned thing gets up and walks away. More cars pass by me, all honking and none stopping, and I drive about a half mile up the road and pull into a driveway. I'm still shaking. I get out and look at the damage to my car. The driver's side fender is pushed in about an eighth of an inch, plus all the other damage I mentioned earlier. I check my cell phone. No service. I drive on. I call Kenny. He is only concerned about the car. I call my Mom. She didn't even ask if I was all right. In fact, she didn't even ask about the car. So, you know, I matter to people. (Incidentally, I did bleed because of the accident: I bit my lip when I hit the deer and it bled all over the place.) The only person who was concerned about me was David. And he lives 3,000 miles away. ARG!!!!
So, that's pretty much it. My minor annoyances of the day: I forgot to bring a pack of cigarettes with me so I had to buy another pack; I am out of CD-Rs; there is road construction EVERYWHERE; and Moo-Lattes at Dairy Queen are forty cents more expensive than they were in May.
