Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Finals

I fucking hate my life. 27 hours of studying for chemistry. 27 fucking hours and I was still raped by that final.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Everything went better than expected.

I realized I have 2 A's. That means that I have A's in 50% of my courses.
thank bajeezus.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Everything is Crap.

This semester hasn't been my best. Besides being at the most difficult school basically anywhere, causing my grades to be crap, I also had to sell my car. Besides selling my favorite car I've ever had, my little dog was hit by a car and killed. If that's not enough, I just find out today that Sammie, my German Shepherd of 10 years, is dead as well.
All I want to do is go home.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Care

I do tend to receive some crap about how I don't care much; how I'm not sensitive enough. Well. Do you want to know what I care about?! Here we go.
1) My immediate family. Without my dad, I have no idea where I'd be. Without my mom, I'd probably be an angry ball of anger :P. Without my sisters, I wouldn't have an accurate perception on life.
2) My friends. I'm harsh and I speak my opinions, but I only want to protect them from doing the wrong things. I understand that many of them look to me for answers, so I always want to help. I learn from their mistakes and I try my best to keep them out of harms way.
3) Dogs. I have the most sensitive spot for dogs. Sammie, my German Shepherd, was the MOST difficult dog to tame. She was angry, she was aggressive and she was completely out of control. My mom wanted to give her up and I fought for her with everything I had. Sammie may have been a little wild, but she was loyal. She still is! Then, there's bear. She was so deathly skinny that my family all thought she would die the first night we had her. Now she's fat, dumb, and happy. Then, lastly, there was olli. This little, unexpected puppy came into our lives and grabbed onto our hearts. There was suddenly a huge gust of happiness that our family hadn't experienced before. We gave her the best two years of her life and, unfortunately, her life was cut short by a car incident.
4)Cars. My dad has three girls and his one passion is cars. Being the last child with two older sisters (one mentally challenged and the other suffering from middle-child-syndrom), I was obligated to help my dad in the basement garage. Through this, I learned so much about cars and became infatuated with them. I can proudly say I'll never get ripped off at an auto-shop :P
5) Music.

Slim Jim

Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. Fact. If I were skinny, ugh, my life would be complete. I want to be a size three. I want a flat stomach. I want a well-defined face.
I felt small during the summer, but as this school slowly kills me, I feel bigger and bigger. Thankfully, I haven't gained any weight.

I still want to lose some though. That'd be nice. Maybe be 117 pounds?! Thats 8 less than right now :)

OY

Errone is all studying and such. And I'm just chillin' like LAWLFOURDAYWEEKENDFORTHAT.
It makes me a little nervous. Well, starting wednesday I shall begin studying for my three finals. oh yay.
In other news, I have the new (new!?!) Drop Dead, Gorgeous album and I feel like a little emo again. (//-)
^yep. that about does it.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Finale

It's safe to say that "hell week" is over. What is hell week? It's the week before dead week when everything is due. Literally, everything. I powered through an 8 page essay on tax reform and a modified GI Bill, I completed a lab report that had at least 150 cells of data, and I hopefully did well (fingers crossed) on my Chem test over material I didn't even know about until the day before. Also, I wrote an extra 2 pages on budget deficit in an attempt for extra credit. It surely was hell, considering I had to read about 600 pages for the 8 page essay.
I decided to google hell week, because I'm lame like that, and a lot of the sources read "the week where everything is due. also the week where numerous college students consider dropping out." I must say, I was relieved. The stress at the beginning of the week was so intense, I really, really did consider transferring. But, I'm hanging on for as long as I possibly can. Nothing is going to shake me. My dad told me, when he called in the midst of all my immeasurable stress, "It's just a game. Figure out the game, then figure out how to play it."
What would I do without him?

Two weeks from today, I'll have a glorious break. December 15 to January 9. That is almost a month.
Thank.God.