praxis woes

So in order to get "entrance to major" at my school, which basically means a list of things you have to do and if you don't d0 them correctly and on time you can't get the degree in the major you want there, you have to take the Praxis tests. Unfortunately, I'm having the worst time trying to sign up for them. My school suggests you take the computerized test, which is what I wanted to do anyway, so I needed to make an appointment. For the computerized test, you can't sign up online, only over the phone. So I called the local test center, and all they have is a message that says "you need to sign up online!" So I go to the website they suggested, and it says... guess what... you can't sign up online. It says "call your test center or our 800 number!" Since the test center told me I couldn't register there, I call the 800 number... and all I hear is "jdvgndigujowszvlsv!" Well, that's what it sounded like... I couldn't even decipher one WORD of what they were saying. I think it was a recording, because if not it was just a human robot with an inability to speak english. So my brain exploded and I hung up. I really hope I figure this out soon, because due to my transferring I have to pass the tests by the end of this semester... eek!!

There's a dance coming up for work, and I was realllly excited because I love dances. This one is at a local social club, and it's a benefit for our library. Sadly it was only 21+, but my boss said she would get me in. Hurray! But then... I learned that it involved REAL dancing. Like, jitterbug and waltz and all that stuff. Which I cannot do (the only "real" dance I've ever learned was polka, and I don't remember any of it), and I don't have a partner anyway. So no dance for me... sigh.

But... in non-frustrating news... I'm doing really well in school. And my professors heart me... I think. Muahahaha. And, in really cool news, my mom got this bag thing that you can put all your gowns into, and it compresses them so that a zillion puffy gowns can fit into one large bag. So no longer will they take over my dad's closet (they wouldn't fit in mine... haha...) I couldn't even believe they were my gowns when I saw how small that bag was and how tiny they looked. I can pretend they are that tiny because I am a size double zero, but sadly... not so much. ;)

Also, my novel is going awesomely. (I doubt that's a word... but I like it anyway...) I felt like it was bad, but then I re-read what I have done so far and saw that it did indeed "flow" and make sense. I love my main character. I'd totally marry her if A) she was real, and B) if I was a lesbian, and C) if that was legal in my state. Scandalous, right!? However, I noticed that in 85 pages, I had only included one physically present male and just a few mentions of guys in general. Luckily some guys came along in the next couple of pages, because I was starting to worry that I just could not write males. It's not so much that I can't write them, as much as I just... won't. There are never any dads in my stories, and it's not even necessarily that people are divorced or single or anything... it's like there were never any men in my characters' lives at all. I should probably fix that. Hey, my one writing professor said I had "mom issues", but I'd have to say it's more like "dad issues"... or men-in-general issues...

And for my final statements of the day:

1) I know I promised to write about Michael Phelps and everything, but not just yet. I will say that you MUST read Michael Wilbon's column from the Washington Post about it. A lot of people are slamming Wilbon for being on his "high horse," but I agree with every word he says. My favorite parts were when he said that not everyone smoked pot in college, and that it's NOT okay just because "everyone else is doing it." Read the article here: http://http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/02/03/AR2009020303468.html, because he summed up my feelings so perfectly that I don't even need to say anything else about this.

2) I want new pictures. I was looking at my last set (from 2006) and they are HILARIOUS. My favorite one is the sleazy black-and-white glamour shot where I've looking over my semi-bare shoulder (semi-bare because my jacket is like, falling off... AWESOME.) I need some nice grown-up non-seductive ones... but we'll see about that.

Okay, I'm off to attempt this Praxis thing again...