Elaboration.

So, today. *sigh*

I went to work today at 10 like normal and worked through lunch so I could leave at 2 instead of 3. I had a test tonight in my May Term class and I was going to study this afternoon after I got off work and ate a late lunch. At 1:15 when I'm counting down the minutes until I can leave and go home to eat, I get a text from Kimbra, my SLP buddy from school: "r u comin?"

WHAT?! COMING WHERE?

I knew where she was referring though. Speech Camp is next week and we were supposed to meet this week to go over things and start planning. The last thing I had known about the whole thing was that we were meeting the last 3 days of this week. Where or when was unknown to me. I even emailed Dr. Hill, my department head, today to find out details. So, when I got that text, I knew somehow, somewhere, the message had not reached me.

There I am at work. I haven't eaten since about 9:15 that morning and I'm so livid and expecting a confrontation that I'm shaking. I pack things up at work really fast and drive like a maniac across town and get there 40 minutes late. Now, let's not forget that I had a test to study for that I was also nervous about. The first test was a bit more challenging than I had expected so I needed to study for this one a bit better. Instead of studying, however, I'm famished sitting up at school trying to absorb all of this Speech Camp information into my brain that is not yet primed to receive said information. It was torture. Two hours of torture. She also insulted me a couple times like she is so apt to do. I'm too tired to go into that now tho. Oh well.

So then I come home, well I swing by Sonic first, and eat real quick and then spend about an hour making a big stack of notecards to study for my test. I study and go to school and take that dang test. I was the first one done and I think I did well. If I make and A, I'll be exempt from the final which will be a huuuge blessing and weight off my shoulders. I'll keep my fingers crossed and you can feel free to do the same. We then had lecture until 9 because we're going to finish the last unit tomorrow so we can have the option to take the final a day early - Thursday. So basically, if I make an A on the test I took tonight, I am finished with that class tomorrow night except for a film critique due by Friday night. I might actually pray about that one.

Well, here I am now. I'm home and tired - more like exhausted - after this long dreadful day. Tomorrow I am working 10-11:30, going up to school for Speech Camp stuff at noon until who knows and then I have class again at 6. Another looooooooong day. June 21st cannot come fast enough for more reasons than one.

I think I shall get myself off this computer now and into my pj's so I can watch some tv and get to bed. Goodnight world, give me sweet dreams tonight.

S.

Today:

Has been stressful and annoying and isn't even close to being over yet.

And I didn't get a letter.

Ugh.

S.

Tiny Love.

A couple pics from the last few days:

Tiny all curled up on my nice striped/cloud/blue couch.

This makes me laugh. I Heart Tiny.

Engagements, Weddings, Marriage, Etc.

I just discussed everything wedding with my mom for the last hour at least. It was a tad bit odd.

I have things to take care of such as my roommate's dog that has been in its crate for about 6 hours without a bathroom break and other such frivolous things. Ha.

Goodnight Moon. :-)

S.

Pre- BBQ & Swimming/Tanning

I just got home from work. I have a truly love/hate relationship with work. I'll be glad when I'm done in December.

I'm going to my parents' house in a few minutes to eat some hamburgers and strawberry shortcakes and hopefully do some swimming - the first swim of the season for me! Tiny is coming with me as all of course. Maybe I can get him in the water. I'm a little nervous about that, thought, because he's a big puppy with more power than he knows. I know from swimming with my parents' dogs that they will claw you with no warning because they are trying to stay afloat. Well, I'm afraid of Tiny doing that. His claws hurt me enough on land.

I hate only talking to Brian one day a week. Well, I technically talked to him two days this week so maybe it's getting better. It's just hard. I talked to him for about 2 hours yesterday and it makes me have this false sense of being able to pick up the phone and call him when I'm driving home from work. I hate it. It always takes me a few days to get back to normal and then I start worrying that I don't need him. It's a constant battle. I should stop worrying and yo-yoing emotionally because everything is always right in the world when I finally do get to talk to him. I'm ready for this to be over.

I would just like to say that my house is essentially clean and it makes me sooo happy. It can get so claustrophobic with a 100-lb. puppy walking around. He would run into the tiniest bit of clutter just laying down on my floor. He's huge and it's really nice to have walking room to walk around him instead of having to step over him all the time.

Ok, I need to pack Tiny up as well as some food for him and get him and I to my parents' house for some burgers and pool time!! Thank God for days off from summer school.

S.

Memorial Day

Hey there. This is going to be quick because I'm already waaaay behind on getting ready for and getting to work.

My mom made one of these this morning so I figured I would too. Maybe I won't share it with anybody so I can write about anyone/everything I feel like.

I need to get ready for work. More later maybe.

24 Days.

-S