I have food stamps

Yes, somehow I have food stamps. The government is giving three months worth of food stamps to Katrina and Rita victims and hey, $152 worth of free food a month is free food. I have my little Lone Star card and everything. I haven't tried using it yet, but I'm kind of looking forward to it. I hope that cranberry juice is covered. There was a time when taking something like this would really mortify me, not because of the stigma or whatever, but because I would feel like I was taking services away from someone who really needed it. At this point, though, I've been through a lot and I pay taxes and I can't go back to New Orleans, and I'm perfectly comfortable taking anything the federal government wants to give me. The only thing that would make it better would be Karl Rove getting indicted.

an apology

I recieved a rather abrupt im today from someone who shall remain nameless telling me to update my blog, so here we go. I suppose I should apologize for not updating in a while, and perhaps clarify what has happened over the past few weeks.

After a month of "vacation" we started school again. And oh my lord, did we start classes. In the first week we were back, we covered what was originally supposed to be two and a half weeks worth of material. Then, the following Monday, we were tested on it. Not only were we tested on the insane amount of information they gave us in that one week we were back, we were also tested on everything we did in New Orleans before the hurricane. It was absolutely ridiculous. I learned all of histo in literally a day, thanks entirely to Celeste. I passed everything, though, so that was good. P = MD is my new philosophy on life.

So yeah, I've been insanely busy with school. The other reason that I haven't updated is that my internet connection in my apartment is sketchy at best. I can steal the neighbors wireless sometimes (like now) but other times it won't connect or let me online. Its super annoying, but paying $40 a month to have Road Runner installed is a bit much, too.

Hmm, DH this season has been somewhat inferior to last season. The Caleb in the basement storyline is quasi interesting, but overall seems a bit over the top. I continue to be a huge fan of both Bree and Lynette. I know that the big premise for this season was that each of the women are beginning a new phase of their lives (Susan in a relationship, Lynette as a working mom, Bree as a single woman, Gabby as a mother), but I think that Lynette is the only one who has really been shown in any depth. Everyone else seems pretty superficial.

Oh, and we found out last week that the Tulane Medical Center isn't reopening in New Orleans until February at the earliest, so we can't go back to New Orleans next semester. Yes, I will be living in Houston until next June. Oh, and our landlord signed a contract to sell our apartment in January (because she thought we were moving out in the middle of December) about two days before we got the email saying we were staying. Not only will I have to live in Houston for 9 months, I'll have to live in multiple apartments in Houston. Fucking fabulous.

Yes, my dad is a dork

Oh my lord, sometimes I really worry about my chromosomes.

Good Fucking Lord

I went back to New Orleans today. Good fucking lord. What a disaster. There's debris everywhere, and so many buildings are damaged or have just collapsed. Jefferson Street looked like a war zone. Nothing is open, except for a single CVS. Things reek. You know that smell from when you're walking down the beach, and something has washed up on shore and died and has been there for a day or two? Combine that with raw sewage and thats what New Orleans smells like. I have no idea how they can think that the city will be ready to go in January.

Oh, so the reason I went is because I had heard that people had gotten into my building last weekend and were able to get their stuff. Since having books seems like a good way to get through school, this seemed like a good idea at the time. Scott Cowen, oh fearless leader of Tulane University, said otherwise. Apparently he told the building manager on Thursday that he was closing Deming and that no one except for workers was allowed inside. I was super disappointed and came really close to crying.

New DH tonight. If my internet connection sticks, I'll blog.