What a surprise

Of course I would be slacking off with my blog updates. Haha I’m just no good at keeping any sort of diary or journal. I’m still getting use to my school routine and still haven’t memorized my class times which is pretty bad because again I messed up correcting the available hours on my application during my job interview. I also realized this mistake AFTER the interview…subway intimidates me hahaha, but I think that’s how any first job should make you feel. I hope I get the job, I need the money and I need it to keep the awesome deal I struck with my brother that if I got the job he would help me pay for a puppy! and maintain it in the proper way I always wanted to raise a dog in. The only thing is we have to wait, to see if I even get the job, and for a proper litter of puppies to come along which looks like would happen either in the spring or winter. I think we are going to buy a husky seeing how my brother refuses to buy an English Springer spaniel (which isn’t too bad of a thing seeing how I love both breeds but still lol), and even though he doesn’t like the name biscuit head that’s what the puppy’s name is going to be, I swear! Plus I desperately need a puppy.

When my mom came back from helping my Lita plan for her 50th anniversary, she informed me that all the aunts and nieces are going to be decked out in gold dresses. GOLD, I know it’s the 50th anniversary and all, but come on people! Wearing gold dresses isn’t thrilling me too much nor is the fact that this 50th anniversary is in the same week of my b-day. Its making me feel so discouraged to try to set something up, even though it’s an important day for me because it would be my shoulder anniversary. And I’m so grateful that I can move it as much as I do, with no significant limitations. But I don’t know if I will have a chance to appreciate that day. Everything is still up in the air, which I really hate. And when that happens all I want to do is sleep, my body betrays me and relaxes into any position my body is in ; even as I am sitting down writing this I’m fighting the urge. Maybe I should start taking power naps during the day now that we are losing one hour of sleep, and one hour less of sleep isn’t going to help me stop acting like a total apathetic bitch. But then my behavior could be telling me that the horrible monthly murdering eggs process is on its way. Cross fingers, and hope it doesn’t come too soon.