Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Falling asleep to the sound of sirens..

We learned the first night we slept in our apartment that we must live awfully close to a fire station. It's a couple of blocks away. Luckily for us, it's situated on the one-way street that comes towards us; any fires to the west of this station get the quick response from the firemen. This means we hear sirens constantly. I just heard 4 firetrucks roar past, horns blaring loudly, since Chestnut is a pretty well-traveled road. I didn't sleep well the first week here; the sirens are tough to get used to at first. So are the stereos and loud music I hear. I have to say, I don't really listen to jazz music, but every time I do hear it I smile. For some reason, jazz makes me think of Christmas. Which is strange, and I don't really have a reason for this connection. Lol. I've never heard so much rap music in my life since I have living here lol. I love love having the windows open at night, so I have to put up with it. Dogs bark all the time, too. Especially a big sounding dog that lives somewhere up 44th.
Four weeks into the school year, I've started reading my textbooks. As they came in the mail or through Fed-Ex I would put them on the top of my desk. It's been hard buckling down this semester. I just want to go explore and shop and stuff, and I haven't been concentrating very well. Time to get to work, though. One of my classes is way tough; it's about special education assessments and it's a lot to learn. But I think I like it. I took notes on the first 4 chapters of the book today. I'm slowly starting to get pretty interested in it, especially since I work a little less now than I did last year. And every year before that since I was 17.
I've been sick for the past week. I think I'm just about over it. My sinuses spaz out every fall like clockwork. It was a miserable last week; I missed a few days of work and a class. I still feel like sleeping a lot but hopefully that'll go away soon.
Um, I love my dog a lot. Like she's so freaking cute sometimes. Chris and I alternate who has to get up at 6 or 7 am to take her out; she seems to have figured out who is to take her out that day. This morning she woke me up by once again laying on my chest, touching her paws to my face and whimpering/growling at me to get up. I just wish I could take photographs with my eyes. If I could have any superpower, that is seriously what I would pick. I'd just plug a USB drive into myself and save the photos I'd taken that week. I'm gonna start searching thrift stores for magic lamps that may have a genie inside of it. :D