5 AM ramblings

I just logged into blogger and got my password right on the first try. That never happens. I think that deserves a gold star.

It's past 5 AM, and I simply cannot sleep. I'm sure I could if I got in bed... but it's just so far to my bed. A whole two feet. Yeah. I'm a lazy-ass.

Oh, yes. I have internet at my apartment now. Have had it since Thursday. The router came today with my sister and cousin Mike. So now I can stop feeling guilty for hogging the internet (before the router came, only one of us could be on the internet at any given time. Though maybe I shouldn't feel too guilty, since I was the one who had to deal with those Time Warner fuckers). There's cable too. But no TBS. The guy who installed the internet/cable - actually a nice guy - said that TBS is now available only through digital cable. But that's only in Milwaukee. In Racine, which is less than half an hour south, they get TBS through regular cable. At home, we get TBS with our regular cable too. Milwaukee is weird.

Minor ordeal with the installation time though (surprise surprise). I specifically told them that I had class until about 11 on that particular Thursday, and that I would be available anytime after that. So they put me in for somewhere around 12 and 2 PM. Okay, that works. I bring my cell to class, because that's what I do. I forget to turn the ringer off. Nobody ever calls me that early in the morning, I figure, so I don't take it out during class to turn it off. Big mistake. My foot was leaning against my bag, and all of a sudden, i feel vibrating. All I can think is "shit." The ringer goes off. I frantically reach into my bag and grope around for the cell. I press some button on the side of it and the ringing stops. Good, right? Not so much. It starts again. I open my cell, which essentially means that I've answered. But instead, I turn off the cell. I'm pissed - at myself for not turning off the ringer before class, and at the caller, who I KNOW is the cable company. After class, I rush back to my apartment (I didn't feel like being one of those pretentious students who walk around on campus, talking on their cell like they're some big important person) and I listen to my voicemail. Time Warner, of course. Wondering why I'm not answering the call, and that the cable install person is moving to the next person on the list. I call them back, because they told me to, and the person I talk to is really rude. I suppose I wasn't really that nice either, but that was because they told me 12-2PM when I called to confirm the appointment a few days ago... just to make sure they didn't forget me again or something. The person on the other end of the phone informs me that no, the appointment was for between 8 AM and 8 PM. WTF? I tell her that no one told me that, and that I scheduled the appointment for after 11 specifically so that this would not happen. She calls me "ma'am" (I hate being called that. It feels like I'm being mocked or condescended to) and tells me that some one will be back again. Then she said some other rude stuff that I don't remember. And all I could think was that I hoped Time Warner would email me and ask me to fill out a survey about the service, like they usually do. I had some choice things to say to them. Especially since I'd been waiting since the first day of AUGUST to get internet in the new place.

I sit and read and wait for a call, saying that another technician is on the way. An hour later, I get said call. From a pleasant person. I'm glad. They say someone's on the way. I say "that's fantastic." Half an hour later, I get another call. They're 5-10 minutes away. I say "that's fantastic." Ten minutes go by. Twenty minutes go by. About 40 minutes go by before someone actually comes to my door.

Moral of the story? I hate Time Warner. Hopefully nothing will go wrong with the internet.

But I have internet now, and it's in my room, and it's all good.

This weekend, other than the joy of having internet again, has been dull. I've got some homework to do for this lovely Sunday, and I'm throwing around the idea of going for a run on the treadmill. I'm running a mile now, and walking about a half mile to warm up/cool down. Friday night, my roommate and her boyfriend and another friend went out bowling. I was invited, but declined. I don't know. I was feeling sorta funky. My allergies have gone completely out of control and it's messing with my head. Plus, my stomach's been really irritable lately (apparently it's not normal to get slightly sick from eating anything from mac and cheese to chicken noodle soup).

Next weekend will be more exciting. Band party (called Highlander, for some reason) on Saturday night. Band picnic on Sunday. A pure band nerd weekend. And Friday, my sister might be coming for the night.

I just yawned. My first of the night (morning?). I'll take that as a sign to finally sleep.