It's 3 AM

Yeah, I'm watching Discovery Channel. Forgive me.

I haven't had a shower since... Tuesday, I think. Maybe Monday. I feel so uck right now - as I rightly should. I got my Pell Grant check today, which ended up being only $526.15 because they took tuition out of it. They'll send me back the $1024.90 they took out for tuition because my scholarship pays 100% tuition. 1000 of that is going to Mom, for half of the gas card credit I owe her. And I have another check, that ought to be sent out today, for $650. That's going to me. So I'll have little more than 1000 for this semester, for myself.

The truck got sold today, for $2000. $1700 of that is going to Grandpa for the money Mom borrowed for the car that I still haven't got - which I ought to be getting next Tuesday. The rest of the $300 she can have; I'm not even going to argue with her about it. But the check didn't clear at the bank. He said he put the deposit in today, so if it doesn't clear tomorrow there'll be a fight occuring in the little town.

Mom's taking a shower, at the moment, then I'm going to get in. We're going to Wal-Mart, and I'm going to get the printer I need and probably some food and two portfolio folders for Chem, etc. Just some random stuff. I'm not eating a shitload of fatty food, anymore. I need to lose weight, just for my health.

I got Riker two pounds of rawhide today. It's divided into different types of bones, so hopefully he'll not go through that so quickly. But the rawhide seems to be pretty loosely packed together, so maybe it'll all be gone by tomorrow. That has to be unhealthy for a dog to consume one-sixth his own weight in rawhide in two days. Geeze.

Okay, that's all. Ciao.

Okay, so I guess I'm bad at this updating thing. I was late to leave on Friday, so I missed my bio class. Which means I'll need to get notes from someone tomorrow - if they'll be nice. If not then... oh well, I guess. That'll be a portion of the lectures I missed and will not know during the test next week.

I have a history test this week, and the study guide she gave has like 130928096 questions that were not covered in lectures. Which would be fine, if it was in the book, but the shit she's been lecturing about isn't in the book. So wtf?

Monday was Labor Day. No school. Today we were supposed to go get my new vehicle, which didn't happen. It'll happen by the end of the week, but not today. Which means tomorrow I drive to school with Mom's car. Hopefully we get the car on Thursday, which means I'll have my own vehicle on Friday. Hopefully.

I went to a party Sunday night, at CJ's house. I went to high school with him, and boy has he lost weight! He joined the Army, and is being shipped off to Germany. This party was his farewell party or something.

Interesting stuff happened. Vodka was consumed. Stupidactlikeanidiot stuff happened. No sex. No sexual acts, if you extract the way we all seemed to be dancing. I got molested by straight females. I got hot for straight males. I played pool better while drunk than I ever do while sober. Yeah, it was interesting.

I'm invited back for the Halloween party. Hah.

I'm thinking of getting my septum pierced. Aly wants me to come visit in Indiana. I bailed out of going in March because her brother made me feel ickycrappy. She's married now. Hopefully it won't be like that, but I still have qualms with going. So I haven't made up my mind. She's pretty much determined that I come. We'll see.

Must figure out finances before I drop $166 on a plane ticket... again. Financial aid should be close to $2000. If we sell the truck for the amount we want, it should be $2000. Added together: $4000. Minus $1400 for new vehicle = $2600. Minus $300 for gas card bill = $2300. Minus $1000 for Mom's taxes = $1300. Minus $300 for gas this semester = $1000. And there was something else, but I can't remember. But that's only if everything works out as planned, so... We'll see.

I slept until ten today. Or noon. Or something. I've been reading Sybil for the last two days. Oh! I went to the laundromat last night to do laundry. I got there at 9:45 approximately, and didn't leave until one in the morning. wtf? And there was a drunk guy there who wouldn't leave until I did. Made me feel creepy.

And then I took a nap today with the dog and kitty from like, 4:30p until 6:30p. So I'm not supposed to be tired. But I'm so unfuckingbelievably bored that I am exhausted. I don't even know what to say. I feel like a flashback to the past when it was a pain to even try to get out of bed. I don't want to be depressed, clinically or otherwise. And I refuse to take the fucking Prozac. So there.

I have a bio lab tomorrow. Meh. And I have an appointment at the weight clinic. I've probably gained weight since I dropped my GHFC membership and haven't started going to the school gym because Mom expects me home as soon as I get out of class. wtf? =\ So I get to go get yelled at by members of the medical community who probably don't eat anything but salads. Let me jump for joy.

And while I'm in that appointment, I'll probably miss nutrition. The appointment is at 2p, which is smack at the end of my chem class... but I'll have to leave at 1:30, which means I probably shouldn't even bother going to chem. But I don't want to miss classes! I want to do good this semester. I can't get into the nursing program with C's. I may just call the doctor and reschedule that appointment, or stop going to the clinic, because I can't miss school for something as idiotic as sitting in a room listening to someone tell me I'm fat and I do everything wrong. Hello! I know I'm fat, and I'm already clinically depressed. Let's not toy with my mind, mkay?

Yeah, I think that's what I'll do. I'll call and cancel, because I don't want or need to miss class. I've got to do well this semester. And I need to call and reschedule my appointment for next week for either an 8AM appointment or something, because I refuse to miss class. I'm tired of doing poorly.

I guess that's all. Ciao, kids.

Uh, today was hectic and annoying and hot. I hate Florida summers. They don't end until the beginning of November. It's fucking ridiculous.

So, I woke up at 530 this morning to go to Donna's and take the boys to school. Then I went to Santa Fe and just sat around the smoking area until my nine o'clock Bio class started. And it was just as boring today as it was on Friday: we went over valence electrons. Now, if you took chem in high school or physics, you probably know what these are. And if you don't, that's not so bad. But I do, and I would presume someone going into a Bio class - at the college level - would know at least something about them. It was mindnumbing crap.

Right, so I have a two hour break between my bio class and my American History class. That should have been sufficient time to go pick up my check, cash it, and get back to class. Except it wasn't, because I saw Scott and we just started talking. And talking. And ended up leaving at the same time. Thus, I was hauling ass trying to get to Newberry and back. Didn't cash my check then.

American History was as boring and mindnumbing as bio, but it probably won't be as easy as bio. I always hated history, and never did much studying. So I didn't learn much about history. But the stuff she was going over today, I pretty much already knew. It was annoying.

After history was Chem, where I didn't get my Bluebook for. Luckily, they'd run out at the bookstore (which I didn't know) so she let us slide by for now. I'll be returning my Nutrition book on Wednesday, so hopefully I'll have enough to get a bluebook, scantrons, goggles, and a plastic apron. We'll see. This class wasn't so mindnumbing. It was relatively interesting, if it wasn't stuff I'd already gone over on Friday in bio. Hopefully it'll get more interesting, though, since we have practical labs and she's a no-nonsense type teacher. She expects college-level work.

Right, so an hour and a half ought to be a good enough break to go cash my check, hit Subway, and drop off Patrick's sandwich to him right? Yeah, not. I got to my first Nutrition class ten minutes late. And only ended up spending something like twenty minutes in there before we broke for the day. But Tameisha was right - Tovar is more attractive than Ro - but only on some levels. On others, Ro totally outstrips him.

So then I came home - in the middle of a monsoon (no lie!) With no a/c - but I had to turn the defrost on a few times because the windshield kept fogging up too badly to see. Made it home. Fed Riker. Then turned around and went to Grandpa's.

Had dinner. Slept some. Had dessert. And came home. Looked up available A&P classes, because I found out I don't necessarily need to take bio - it's just recommended. But there's 3 lab spots open - no class spots. That's no exactly possible, since the lab is required along with the class. So I'm hoping I can email that professor and see if I can get into his/her class. It's at the Starke center, but that's not that far away from the Main Campus. So I hope I get in. Then I can drop A&P. But that needs to be done ASAP since the book buyback is over Wednesday.

And I tried to register for our cruise we want to take in December - the website's fucking up. So Mom's going to call them tomorrow.

I'm about three hairs from selling my dachshund. He's too much for me, right now, because I'm never home and don't have the time to train him. I love him, but I love my cat more. And my cat doesn't require training. I'd probably miss him if I got rid of him, now, though. So that's probably out. I'll just have to deal with two misbehaved animals... until I get the money to buy obedience training. Hopefully I get a CNA job soon.

I guess that's all. Tomorrow I need to go vaccum out & wash the truck, then get some shoe polish to write "FOR SALE!" on the inside of the windshield. It needs to be sold this week.

Ciao, people.

So, yesterday was my first day of classes.

Biology: My teacher is odd. Like, he talks with his hands and is very gay. Or very special. I don't have a problem with that (except the talking-with-hands deal). But I do have a problem with him dumbing it down so much that a seven-year-old could understand it. It's pretty annoying, considering that we are college students and he ought to treat us as such.

American History: The teacher is British, which is fine. But she apparently has some prejudice against the United States, which is not. And she can't seem to leave that out of the classroom. Whatever.

Chem: I think I'm going to like this class the best (though I haven't been to Nutrition yet, and the teacher is supposedly dropdead gorgeous). She's a no-nonsense teacher, but she probably does things fairly. And she's already given us numerous sources of help. The only thing I'm worried about? The math that I've probably forgotten, that's needed. Oi, a brush up on basic algebra with logs is probably needed. Crap.

Right, so I also spent some time in the smoking huts to get a feel of who would be there when I was and what they were like. I had multiple conversations about piercings and promoted Bodytech like crazy (how sad). I got offered a pierced penis, which was fucking hilarious and that I turned down. This semester ought not be so bad.

Came home. Played with Riker a bit. Changed. Then headed to Gainesville to pick up Patrick, because he needed a lift to the bookstore and stuff. Drove him around. Called my cousin to see if she wanted to meet me and sit with me during my tattoo, since no one else was available. Met her at the parlor at six. Annoyed the piss out of the tattoo-ist because I kept making small, particular changes (because I wanted it just so; it's going to be on me the rest of my life!) - and I wasn't exactly happy since I wanted MCI to do my tat, but they'd accidently overbooked him and I had to be bumped to Mark. By the end of my tattoo session, though, I wasn't complaining. Mark did an excellent job and I love the tattoo.

( Picture of the tattoo. )

And I gauged my ears from an 18g to a 14g. For those who don't know about piercings and gauges - the smaller the gauge, the larger the hole. And gauges go up by twos - so it goes 18, 16, 14, etc. In essence, I went up two gauges with one tapering. I didn't know that was possible, even though other people kept telling me it was.

Right, so my cousin and I went to Zaxby's for dinner. It was good - I wish I'd gotten the large instead of regular, though. Then I went to her house for a bit, chilled, realized how exhausted I was, and headed home.

- Oh yeah! I was so exhausted after this tattoo. My head was pounding and I was shaking all over, I think from the adrenaline rush and the extended amount of time I was trying to concentrate on not flinching and stuff. It was bad. -

On my way home, my truck started to shudder, make a popping noise, etc. So I pulled over to the side of the road and realized it was probably out of gas (my gauge is broken, so I honestly never know). I called my mom, and she told me to call a tow. We use Geico insurance, so I called them and they offered to send out someone with a gas can, and if that didn't work to send a tow (they gave me my choice to begin with, of course). So I called Patrick; he was coming out to Bronson anyway and promised to wait with me when he got there.

It took Patrick probably thirty minutes to get there. And we waied. And waited. And waited. And talked. And waited. And then the guy got there - who was excessively stupid! It took him twenty minutes to do something that ought to have taken all of five. And guess what! It worked. I made it home without the excessive shaking and stuff of before. So I'm hoping that's all that it was.

So then I sprung the tattoo on Mom. And she was mildly 'eh' about it. But oh well; it'll grow on her. And I took a shower, washed the jelly stuff they put on it, and pat-dried it. I let it air dry while I slept for three hours, then put lotion on it before I left for my sister's.

When I got there, she told me her supervisor had called and they'd canceled her shift today (it was overtime). I told her I was crashing on her air matress anyway, because I was exhausted. So I slept from 6:30 'til 10:30, then I got up and came home. It's 1:45 now and raining like we're in the middle of a monsoon. And I'm starving, but I don't know what to eat. I'm having a chocolate craving, but I can't go get any and there's none in the house.

That's about it. Riker probably needs to go out and poop, but he'll have to wait until the rain has stopped. Or something.

I'm tired, still. I think I'll sleep until three or four, see if the rain's stopped, and take him out if it has.

Ciao, people.

(I have pictures of Eric on the cruise we took in July, and two pictures of fireworks I took on the 3rd of July, and quite a few of Riker & E playing... but I'll post those later.)

Today was a whirlwind of too much. 

First off, I didn't sleep last night. Then, about ten minutes before I needed to leave for my sister's in Gainesville, I actually decided to just take a shower and weather the day away without sleep. So, I took a shower. And the result of that was me getting to my sister's exactly on time.

Waited thirty minutes after she left, then woke up the brats and gave them a lecture about how I would not tolerate their shit. They pretty much went through their morning routine like drones, which is good because I would've given them an ass whipping this morning; they were pure terrors to my mother yesterday. So I took them to school, then headed to the community college.

Got my loan check. Cashed my loan check (across town). Then went back to the college, with the intention of getting my books. It took me thirty fucking minutes to park, and that's only when I decided I'd had enough and kinda-sorta parallel parked (not well). The community college is fucked up and never has enough parking spaces for the mass amount of students they admit.

Once I found a parking spot, it only took me about thirty minutes to get all of my books - except my bio and chem lab manuals. Apparently they'd run out of those, and the shipment was due in today. Except I didn't have time to wait - since I was in a thirty minute zone only. I asked them to reserve the books for me, and I prepaid for them. Then I left, and went across town to the piercing parlor.

I got there about twenty minutes before they opened. So I waited. And waited. And then Justin (piercer) showed up. Then Jabb and a couple other tattoo artists. At that point, I got out of the truck and lit a cigarette, since it still wasn't time for them to open. Justin waved, then went to open the shop. I stood outside the main door, because the OPEN sign wasn't lit, until this guy came out with two bottles of prediluted sea salt. I was like "Wtf? They're open?" He said yeah, so I went in.

I bought a bottle of the prediluted sea salt for my tragus and rook piercings; they still need to be cleaned regularly. And then I looked through the butterfly designs, looking for one that was 'me', because I knew I wasn't going to be able to provide MCI with the one I wanted and I want the tattoo now. I found a celtic butterfly design, with thin lines and a 'fading orange' coloring. I'll be modifying that to bold lines and a 'fading purple' coloring - or just solid purple. Mom's maiden initials will go over the butterfly, though I don't know in what font yet. The appointment is for 6:30p tomorrow.

Okay, so I crashed at my sister's for an hour before my doctor's appointment. Went to that. I have a small ganglion cyst on my left index finger. The 'eczema' like stuff is just because my skin is excessively dried out after being damaged (bug bite & cat scratch). And the oral thing is just an ulcer, caused from who-knows-what, that is healing and should do just fine.

Went back to the book store, picked up my bio lab. The chem labs hadn't been sorted through yet, so I had the option of sticking around town for a few hours or just picking it up tomorrow morning. Guess which one I chose. Yeah, so I'll be going to the school at 7:30 instead of 9 to pick up my chem lab manual. Plus, it'll make parking much easier than it was this morning (hopefully).

Came home. Walked Riker - he didn't poop for Mom all day; he pooped within ten minutes for me. Came in. Checked Blue Book Value on my truck (I'll be putting a For Sale sign in it this weekend), checked the Blue Book Value for the Mercury Sable I'll be getting on September 4th (it's a '93, and my truck is a '96. But the Sable has only had one owner and only has 60k miles. My truck was in a wreck (which wasn't on the carfax report) and has 129k+ miles on it). Then fed Riker and went to Grandpa's with Mom.

Slept until Mom had dinner ready. Ate dinner. Read a book for the rest of the time we were there. Came home. Walked Riker. And now he's running around, expending some energy before we go to bed. My goal is to get to bed before midnight, so I can get up at six and be out the door by six forty-five.

Tomorrow I have Bio at 9 o'clock. And I know that tomorrow is orientation day, so I'll be in that class all of ten or twenty minutes. Then I'll have a break until noon, when I have history. Again, ten or twenty minutes. And then I won't have class until one - chem lab. Again, ten or twenty minutes I guess. We'll see what happens, from there.

Ciao.

Today was uneventful, for the first half. The new girl at work - Cassie - said she'd cover the 12 to 3 portion of our shift for the remainder of my days there, which frees me up to get my loan check and go to the doctor on Thursday. We did our dogs, and I gave Riker a bath because he smelled like dirty dog that rolled in garbage (of course, when I took him out after getting him, he rolled in the sand. Go figure.)

Right, so I left around 12:30 (because I was giving Riker his bath before that) and got home. Changed into pajamas, and pissed around online to pass the time between being home alone and Mom getting home. I spent that time talking to Rew, too, but my anger with him comes after Mom got home.

So Mom got home. And one of the first things she says to me is I need to make preparations for the animals (my animals) should we need to evacuate due to a hurricane. Okay, well... she wants me to leave them behind in a kennel. I don't think so! If we're evacuating, who's to say that the vets aren't evacuating, too? So who's going to watch Riker? And E? And what if something destructive happens to the building they're being boarded in? Will I ever see my pets again if I leave them behind? If the hurricane is severe enough to cause us to evacuate, I highly doubt my chances of seeing them again would be good. I can't just leave them behind!

So I was pretty much fuming about this, and talking to Rew at the same time. And he offered for them to stay with him. Big problems with that. He doesn't answer his phone 80% of the time, when I call. So how would I ever check up on them? And he travels, for a living. He wouldn't be home to care for them. I pointed this out to him. He said I sounded irritated with him. At first, I denied being irritated with him - just with the situation. Then I had to admit, he does piss me off. He doesn't answer his phone. He avoids visits, either him to me or me to him. It's like he's purposefully keeping himself at a distance, now. And that really pisses me off. Our conversation dwindled and died from there.

And during the few times I tried to revive it, he seems oblivious to the fact that what I had pointed out to him was serious to me. That it really bothers me. Like it doesn't matter, at all, to him. So I gave up. If he can't see how hurtful he's being, then it's not worth it.

Oh, before I move onto the issue of dinner, let me point out that the idea of packing up and heading North should we need to evacuate is my grandfather's. His family lives in Virginia; my brother lives in Georgia. Wouldn't it make more sense to just drive eight hours, as opposed to eighteen? And my mother cites the reason the animals can't come as being: he can't handle the hair; his lung capacity is not good enough to handle that.

Right, whatever. So then the issue of dinner came up. I asked what we were having, and she said she wasn't going to cook because he wasn't going to eat. Well, excuse the fuck out of me but regardless of whether he wants to eat or not - the rest of the living world would like some substenance. So she gave me money and told me to go buy a hamburger. Totally healthy!

So I ate non-stop for about an hour. It was completely disgusting, and absolutely not because I was hungry. It was all emotion based. Which royally sucks hairy balls.

Tomorrow, Cassie will be opening independently (well, I'll be there but I'll just be monitoring.) Then we'll both do dogs until 12, when I'll leave. Thursday, I'm not actually sure if Julie expects me to work or not. She told Cassie it would be my last day, that she'd be on her own. Well, to me 'last day' means it's the last day I'll be working. And Cassie being 'on her own' means I won't be. So, she'll need to clarify that, tomorrow.

On the upside, Julie's closing shop at three tomorrow, so there isn't the full load of dogs we'd normally have with Julie. Except Amanda's working, too, so we'll have three/four extra dogs. Ugh. Can't catch a break, huh?

So the plan for Thursday is this:
8 - 12: Working
12: Go pick up check at school (12:30 ish), cash check (1 or 1:30 ish), go get books (2 or 2:30 ish), go to doctor's appointment (3:30).
5: Be home by said time.
6: Feed Riker & eat dinner with Grandpa and Mom.
8: Be home by said time. Make sure backpack is packed and ready.
10: Go to bed by said time.

Friday:
6: Feed Riker.
7: Get up. Walk RIker. Shower. Double-check backpack.
8: Leave for class.
9: Bio 'til 9:50.
12: American History until 12:50.
1: Supposed to be a Chem Lab, but it'll probably be an orientation, 20-minute class.
3: Probably be home by this time. Start readings for Monday, I guess.

Today has just been a piss-poor day, and for no reason that one can really see. But I just fell apart today. I was angry, sad, felt rejected, felt abandoned... And more. All at once. I try to, and generally succeed at, manage my depression without medication. I don't want to be tied down to pharmacuticals for my entire life. Today was just an 'off' day. And I coped with it the only acceptable way I knew how - to eat. (Well, acceptable to others. The urge to harm myself still crosses my mind, even when it's not an 'off' day.) But I have this empty, stir-crazy feeling. If that makes sense.

The solution? To get a dose of my favorite drug - pain. So when I get my loan check, I'm going to get my books. Then, with what's left over, I'm getting a new tattoo (a tribute to my mother) and my nipples pierced (hopefully I'll have enough left over for all that - it'll probably run me 150-ish.)

It would be much easier to just go back to hurting myself, when I felt this need... and this numbness. How can I need something so fiercely, yet still be some overwhelmingly numb? Whatever. It would be easier just to carry around razorblades again and take care of the urge myself. But the piercing and tattooing take care of the urge, on a 'for-the-moment' basis only. Which is why I keep getting new piercings. Or repiercing old piercings. It's much easier to keep removing piercings and having them repierced, than to try to explain the long gashes on myself again. But it's much more expensive.

I'm just in a rut. Pay no heed to this.


Edit: Oh yeah, and I didn't get that job that paid like 500/week. Which royally sucks. My financial aid isn't in yet, and my last check from the grooming salon is this weekend. I'm going to be broke for a while. And I don't do broke, well. That's another thing that's weighing on my mind. I still have my CNA license to fall back on, if anyone will hire me. I guess I need to go apply at the nursing home in Williston tomorrow, and to Haven Hospice if I get the chance. Wonderful. Just fucking beauitful.

( Break up with him. )

Yeah, I'm just a bit confused about Rew. And stuff. But that's probably drama I don't need in my life, anyway. Ciao, I guess.

Yeah, bad me. Not updating for a while. But it's not like anyone actually reads this, so... Who cares?

Today was a pain in my ass. I woke up late, for one. I never sleep until noon, but I did today. Then I had to run all over Gainesville, so I was gone from 12:30 until 4:30 (which isn't that bad, considering all the crap I had to do). I went to the college to try to get a deferment for books, but they won't give it to me because the Pell Grant hasn't been verified yet. So I have to do a short-term loan (meaning it gets paid back at the end of next month), and I can't pick that up until Thursday. Which means I'll hopefully talk the new girl into leaving late Thursday (which means I'll probably need to leave late tomorrow & Wednesday), so I can get off at noon and head to the school to take care of all that. Then I went and canceled my GHFC membership. Went to Petco and got Riker a new harness, which actually fits! And then I went to Publix to get Mom's brats and hot dog buns for dinner.

I guess I'll do a better update later tonight; Mom's trying to shoo me out the door for dinner. Ciao.

So I went to my doctor's appointment on Wesdnesday (yesterday). They're going to do a vaginal ultrasound, because they're not sure an external ultrasound will show whatever's wrong through the layers of fat. Ah well. And they prescribed me an asthma inhaler (albuterol). And it turns out I've got a cold/flu something. Sneezing, runny nose, sore throat, cough, fever, body aches. Been using Ricola cough drops.

Then I went and worked the 3 to 6 shift, because the afternoon girl and I switched shifts so I could go to my appointment. I hate closing shift, because I always feel so disgusting after sweeping, vaccuming, and mopping.

Went home and then to Grandpa's for dinner; we had barbeque chicken and chicken stuffing. It was pretty good. Left Grandpa's at 10, and then Mom tells me she wants to go to Wal-Mart. So I figured, "Okay, let's go. I'll still get to bed by midnight." But she wanted to go after midnight, because the ads she had didn't start until today, technically, so she wanted to do comparison shopping.

We went at eleven, and checked out of the store around 12:30. Saved over $100, though, so not much to complain about.

I didn't get to sleep until 1:30, but I still got up at 6 for Riker and then at 6:50 to get ready for work. Worked today, and it was an awful day. Three bischons in one hour. And I lost my cool with a German Shephard who is older and has terrible arthritis, so she wouldn't stand up. And I was trying to brush her out. I was more mad at the owners, though... the dog has little quality of life. If they're not going to get the medication available for the arthritis, then they ought to put that dog down - not subject her to four hours of bathing, drying, and brushing out.

Came home. At some cookies because I hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch, and I had a headache and was shaking. Then I took a shower and threw on some pajamas. (Of course, I'm walking Riker in between all these activities lol). Went to Grandpa's. He'd thrown the meatloaf into the oven at 5:30 (Mom made it Wesdnesday, because she worked today too and wanted us to have dinner at a decent hour). I came over and made mashed potatoes, brown gravy, and peas. It was okay, except I kind of botched the gravy - which still tasted good, but it was too thick.

We stayed over there until 10, again. Watched Cops, American Jail (or something), then Miami Bounty Hunters: Girls or some shit like that. I fell asleep during the last show. Came home, walked Riker, had some strawberry ice cream, and now I'm doing this. So now I'm going to bed. And I'd better damn well be asleep before midnight, or I'll be pissed.

Tomorrow - work. Premaking dinner for Mom, again.
Saturday/Sunday - may need to watch the nephews, if Donna ever calls back; if not, I have the weekend off.
Monday - off.
Tuesday - off.
Wednesday - working with Christy, not Julie.
Thursday - doing 1 hour obs. with possible replacements.
Friday - hopefully have someone & start training.

Ciao, kids!

I got my tragus pierced last night. It was actually quite comical.

Me: Does it hurt?
Justin (my piercer): This is a fun one.
Me: *waiting for him to go ahead and pierce, my head's turned to the right and the dot is in place, the forceps are in place, and then BAM! it's pierced xD*
Me: Uh, it hurts...
Justin: Pussy.
Me: Fuck you.
Justin: What'd you say?
Eric: He's talking to you.
Me: I said fuck you!
Me: *waiting for him to put the ring in... thinking he's just delaying because I said 'fuck you'*
Me: Put it in already!
Justin: Hang on a minute! This isn't a fast piercing!

Okay, so I thought it was funny. You might have needed to be in the room.

Then Eric and I went to shoot some pool. We played four games, and Eric won two. I only won the other two because he shot the eight ball in prematurely. I royally suck at pool, apparently.

And I went to work today. The girl who was coming in for a one-hour observation came in at ten, and Julie walked her through most of the procedures. Then she tells Julie that she's going back to high school this coming semester, though she's only got two classes to attend, and was wondering if Julie'd split the shift. Well, of course she's not going to split the shift. And I didn't much like the girl, anyway; I didn't see her keeping up with the mass amounts of dogs that come in, at times. So I'm kind of glad she didn't get the position.

The official ad comes out in the local paper tomorrow, so tomorrow will be a day of heavy phone traffic. Unfortunately, I won't be working my normal shift tomorrow; the afternoon girl and I switched shifts because I have a physical appointment tomorrow at ten o'clock. So I'll only be working three until close, tomorrow. Which sucks; it cuts my hours significantly. Thank whomever that I took on the Saturday shift.

We're closed this coming Saturday, which really doesn't effect me at all. We're also closed next Tuesday, though, so that'll have an effect on my next paycheck. Bah humbug.

Right now I'm doing laundry and half-watching The Mummy (for the umpteenth time!) So I decided a klepted survey was in order:

( The tragus piercing doesn't hurt as bad as I thought. )

And now, I've been summoned by my mom to come to dinner at Grandpa's. So I'll be back later, maybe with more to say. I'm positive I had more to say in this entry; it's just slipped my mind. Ciao.