The Countdown Drama Begins.

1 Day, 12 hours, 32 minutes left till NASA breach.

So yet again I'm on another countdown for what's happening in my life although this time around its for NASA and all of it's affiliates. So the last few days of this week I've been trying to get myself in order, devoting two whole days to doing nothing but laundry and packing, and then today I went out and got an eye exam spending an extra 35 bucks for some photos in the exam for absolutely nothing. She told me it was extreme dry eye, nothing more. So that was kind of a relief, but at the same time, I felt kinda let down. All the allergy drama for nothing. Afterwards, we went to Perkins and I ate with mom followed by me getting a manicure at this Nail place in deep Cary with this guy who's supposed to be Asian, but he's maaad ghetto. Words cannot describe. Let me put it this way: Mom was coming out of the shop to see if they would let me in to get my nails done, and the owner's response was: "Well get him in here, then!" add a very ghetto-ized tone to that, and you have an idea of what I'm saying. And personally I think he was gay, boots! but that's another story. So in the middle of the manicure I decide to get my eyebrows waxed, and so I did. It hurt like a bitch, but it looks something fabulous. Previously the day before, I got my hair cut and now I have my sideburns and chip strap combined, so it looks really good. All I need now is a stud and I'm good to go. But after the waxing, we left and went to the movies to see "Pathfinder," and it was blah like I knew it was going to be. Personally I wanted to see Norbit, but I figured if the movie's coming out next week anyway, I'll just wait to see it. So yeah anyway I'm back at home and plotting and planning my wardrobe for the trip when I get this email from Denna of NASA which basically says the following: (in my words)

When we started we knew that this internship was going to be trouble because previously, since the apartments here were 2,000 a month in rent, it's been impossible to find any interns. So taking the cheaper route, and allowing students to have a kitchen, we tried to work it out. That bombed completely, so now because of our failure in communication and adequate money put up, we were forced to look back at the Uni. of Maryland, and you guys will be going there, completely seperated away from everyone at Laurel Square. You don't get a laundry room in your apartment, and you don't get a seperate bathroom either for that matter. So I hope you like your roommates, cause they're all you're going to be seeing. Can't wait to see you! Denna.

yeah something like that. I mean I hate to sound ungrateful, but this is already starting out on the wrong foot. I mean its NASA and they couldn't even persuade an apartment complex to put in a shower stall? That's fucked up on multiple levels. So in the back of my mind, I'm cringing to think about what's in store for me when I get there. In my experience, when you have to settle for something less than what you wanted, it's always worse than what it should've been. And the fact that I have to stay there for 2 months and PAY for it, is sounding mighty shady to me. I guess I'll just have to hold my breath and see.