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rar, so, today.


went back to the school at 1:30 to do the rehearsal for Sawyer Dance Academy... basically did nothing for 8 hours, heh. lots of boredom. Got to hang out with Bree some during it, at least, and steal her iced chai, bwahahaha. Afterwards the crew for that show (me and 5 other people) + Bree went to Tracy's graduation party and hung out... that was fun. Drove people home around 12:15 and then came home myself. And I get to sleep in tomorrow because SCHOOL IS OUT. yeeeessssss. show call's not until 4, heh, although I know I can't sleep that late... not capable of it.


it's been raining all day and I keep having to go out in it, so my hair is doing this which kind of disturbs me... I didn't know it -COULD- get that wavy, ack. special.


the skin on my palms/insides of my fingers is red, raw, and contemplating bleeding. I really need to get some fingerless gloves for running fly rail...


hm. random muscle spasms. probably that means it's time for me to sleep...

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arghity. so last night I was sitting there online and suddenly MSN.com acquired 62 pop-up ads, effectively killing off my computer for the night. Spyware NOT all gone!


and this I had an entry all written up, anyway, but then the spyware problem resurfaced and ate it.


all of this was enough to prompt me to follow several peoples' advice and try a different program, Spybot Search and Destroy or something. So far it's worked great, no pop-ups yet since I ran it, so thanks to those who suggested it, and so far I recommend it as well, heh. There are a lot of "so"s in that sentence, hmm...


Probably I should go take a shower but I really feel quite lazy. Slept until 11, heh, which is quite an accomplishment for me... maybe my summer goal should be learning how to sleep in. Heh.

goddamnit....

Bleh. So I've been needing to call the Secretary of State office, the state one, for a while... I turned 17 back in March, and I was SUPPOSED to get a license with no hour restrictions, but it's been 10 weeks and one still hasn't shown up yet (supposedly they mail automatically). A few weeks back I went to the local office and asked about it... they basically told me that yes, I should have one, but they didn't know what was going on and they gave me a number to call to find out about getting it.


I've not called because I always have school during what would be office hours, so today, I decided to. And I lost the fucking number.


I really don't want to go down to the local office to get it again... I found a number online but I'm not sure it's the right one. The whole thing really pisses me off, because I had to go through enough bullshit when I got my license in the first place... Most of you have probably heard that story, but yeah, a few days before I was going to get it I went in to make sure I had everything in order, and got in an argument with one of the clerks because she didn't know what the fuck she was talking about and claimed I had to wait six more months. I leave, and apparently the bitch reports me to the state. On the DAY OF MY BIRTHDAY, I get a letter in the mail from the state office saying they've decided I have a mental disorder and that I have to fill out an assload of forms, undergo psychological analysis, and get interviewed and take a second driving test at the local Sec. of State before I can get my license. It was all a huge pain in the ass, made me horribly depressed for several weeks, etc.


And I'll bet money that the fact that my next level of license hasn't shown up is because of that, even though on the computers at the local office, my records said I was eligible for it. Which really, really, really pisses me off, because I fucking resolved this already. Bleh.


But dammit. Me and phones do not get along, to the degree that having to make a phone call to someone/someplace unfamiliar means having a panic attack. So this is really, really, not good.....

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GOD--FUCKING--DAMMIT!!


Yeah. It DOES have to do with all the bullshit last year, apparently they never actually got around to inputting the fact that the doctor gave a signed statement saying there was nothing wrong with me. So now I probably have to undergo ANOTHER fucking psychological assessment and ANOTHER fucking driver assessment.


And I have another office I have to call, and I'm just waiting a few minutes, because I am SO fucking pissed off right now and I won't be able to stay calm with them. I've already gotten this one...


"Have you submitted a doctor's statement regarding your mental problems and undergone a driver's assessment?"
"I don't HAVE mental problems, which was what the doctor's statement SAID, and yes, I already went through all of this LAST year when I got my license in the first place...."


It just really fucking pisses me off how they word it as "my mental problems" like they're sure I have them EVEN THOUGH I HAVE FUCKING PROVED TO THEM OTHERWISE.


...Which this post doesn't sound like, I'm sure. But dammit. Just because idiocy and being treated like a freak pisses me off doesn't mean I have a fucking mental condition, or that I'm incapable of driving.....

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Okay, so, special.


I spent an hour on the phone with assorted departments in the Secretary of State, anyway, getting transferred around... blar. So apparently my record has some specialness going. The main state office -- the one that issues licenses -- says that my record says that the medical statement was never cleared and I shouldn't even HAVE a license, let alone be getting a new one, and that clearing that up would require doing all the driver assessment bullshit aaaall over again.


...But. EVERY SINGLE OTHER person/department that I talked to said my record was -fine-. This included the department of Driver Assessment, which is the one directly involved. So basically every department except the one that gives me my license has records that say I should have it by now. Which means that there's plenty of evidence I SHOULD get it, since so many peoples' records say I should, but somehow I have to get the main office to coordinate their records, which is going to be a fucking pain in the ass.


I have a show to work, so my mother went down to the local office to try to get things straightened out, but blar. I doubt it'll happen, the people down there are morons.


So basically, thanks to the wonders of bureaucracy, I'm FUCKED!