By all accounts and for all intents and purposes, I should definitely be asleep right now, but for some reason I woke up at 8 in the morning. Which I suppose is good, because Shelley apparently called my cellphone at 7:30 this morning, so I had the chance to call her back. I enjoy talking to my sister; she probably doesn't know how much I love her. I called to make sure she was okay, first of all -- she's been having a lot of really BAD anxiety attacks lately and after persuading her to see the doctor to find something to keep her relaxed and calm, I told her to call me if she started having an attack again. Thankfully, I wasn't gifted with bad anxiety attacks -- just small ones over stupid shit when I wasn't on my anti-depressants -- and I'm pretty sure Kathi doesn't have really bad ones, but Shelley has the kind where she becomes terrified she's not going to wake up in the morning if she goes to sleep, about her family, and she becomes overwhelmed to the point of crying / not sleeping ever. I am glad she got some medication to help her anxiety; she is very sweet and I hate to see her constantly in a panic and losing sleep. Anyway, she was okay. She's seemed a lot calmer these past few days, and I hope she continues to improve. For her sake.

Yesterday I had a day off and took the opportunity to hunt down the financial aid office on campus and get all of that sorted out. Very late, but since I already had to pay for my classes out of pocket (ouch), it doesn't really matter when I get the money, now. Just as long as I do. The man there was very helpful and kind and really helped me out; I honestly didn't know what the hell I was doing because it was my first time even doing financial aid at FCCJ, and I hadn't done it since I went to UNF, like two years ago. So I'd forgotten all the processes, pretty much. Buuuut all that's done and will be complete as soon as I can get my parents to sign a few papers -- and seeing as they are out of town for two more weeks, LOL. Well, if they drive to Michigan during their trip and stop by Kathi's (I think it's a possibility) I can always fax it to Kathi's school office (she's an academic advisor at her university, I believe) and have her fax the signed papers back. IF they go to Kathi's. ... Kathi being my other sister, for those not in the know.

I also e-mailed my dance / Pilates instructor to say hello before classes start and to see if she had a good summer. I think she's sort of at a loss about what to do with all of my energy, but she's very awesome and an excellent dancer. ... man, her body. Her whole FIGURE is fantastic, she has such a beautiful back, and even though she's not very tall -- you know, dancers are always supposed to be tall and have long legs, right? -- she has such grace and moves so fluidly every time she moves into a dance pose I am in awe.

Strangely enough, no, I don't have the hots for her.

I spent a few minutes in the rain -- oh, yes, it rained cats and dogs yesterday, enough that when I was in the financial aid office and finished what I had to do, I couldn't go anywhere, because there was just a WALL of water coming down on the parking lot -- after it lightened up finding my art professor's office. I already knew my dance instructor from over the summer so that wasn't a big deal, but I am a person who likes familiarity and I usually make an effort to meet all of my professors before classes start. It's just a characteristic of mine; I like to get to know people, and I am, at the very core, a comfortable person. And I like people to be comfortable around me, because I'm comfortable with pretty much everybody and everything. I was on a friendly level with all of my teachers in highschool (even the ones everybody else hated), especially with my English teacher to the point I need to call her and take her out to lunch. :/a I haven't spoken to her for a while and I hope she's doing okay. She was a hardass old British lady and she was awesome. *A*

Anyway, yeah. :D I'm prone to tangents as well. So I met my art professor and asked him about the supplies I'd need (I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be prepared first day of class or not ;A;) and to meet him, and I spent a few minutes in his office just talking about art and what we would be doing this semester. From the way his past students talked about him I expected a very vibrant young 30 year old or so man who was tall and very humorous. He was still very humorous, but to my surprise he's actually a very short late 40's man, and an excellent artist. I'm glad he wasn't weirded out by me showing up randomly to meet him, he was very kind and gave me quite a few discount coupons to art stores for my art supplies. He had a giant stack of them so I assume he meant to give them out the first day of class, but he said there was nothing wrong with being ahead of the game! He was really funny. :)

I can't help it. I love people.

I also stopped by work to say hello to Cassie, and the mid-day crew was there. ... one of the girls at work won't talk to me anymore because she found out I'm gay. Lol. :'( And she makes a point to keep at least half a room between us, as if I intended to rape her in the middle of McDonald's.

I could've been mean about it. I could've said something nasty about her reaction when she found out, and I could've insulted her, but I learned a long time ago that you don't treat fear with anger. And besides, I'm very good at turning everything into a joke, and Cassie, my manager, is very comfortable about me being gay, and she was at the front counter when it happened. So we laughed it off and I went home to make my fried apples. *A* All in all, it was a good day.

Besides, any rainy day (oh I love rain!) ending in fried apples is just glorious.