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Wow. It's been a really long time since I've written anything. Sorry. I've just been incredibly busy.
I've been working my butt off at SUCO. I got a gpa of 3.8 in the fall and for the spring I got a 3.89. Four year colleges are tougher than a two year college? Ha! They apparently have not met my two year college or witnessed the shitload of work I did. Am I proud of myself? Yes, I am, but at the same time, I have no idea how I did that. I seriously worked really hard though. When I wasn't doing school work, I was up at the Oneonta Job Corp working my butt off (again) for a tutoring program that was being started and where the kids decided never to show up. It was a waste of time. So, I was either on campus in class or doing work, or at the Job Corp ... wasting time. Still, I somehow managed to get a 3.89. My parents were so proud ... I was able to talk them into buying me this:
Yes my friends, that is a turtle. She is a Red-Eared Slider turtle who I have dubbed Pebbles. She is called this because we think that she is wilded caught and instead of her shell being scalloped like a 'normal' turtle the sides of her shell are all pointy and sharp. (Better for protection my dear). Her sharp edges make her seem prehistoric and hence came the name ... Pebbles!
So, what surprises you more, the fact that I, Anna McKee, have a turtle, or the fact that I talked my parents into buying me one?
She's so cute. And I like talking to her. It's nice having someone to talk to especially when I am (Still) living all by myself.
I am taking to classes this summer at SUCO and am working 4 jobs. (BABW, ECEC, Price Chopper (yes, I joined the Price Chopper ranks) and Kevins Co. (my dad's company) ). Okay, okay. So I'm not really working at all four places at once, but you try juggling school, and rotating between 4 jobs. It's really hard! ECEC calls me when they need a sub. I really wish that I could be there more though. I really miss those kids. (speaking of ECEC ... my experince there has lead me to consider getting my masters in special education, or atleast getting a certificate in it or something. Those kids are amazing and I love them to pieces.) BABW takes me whenever I'm home and they need me. Price Chopper is my 'real' job right now and I work with my dad whenever I can cuz it keeps him happy and helping me out with all my crappy cars : )
In the fall, workstudy is being added to that rediculously long list of jobs on top of being a student. I have a feeling I'm going to want to shoot myself.
I keep telling my parents not to expect another 3.8something, but you know they are ... the added pressure alone might kill me.
I really want to loose weight. I'm tired off beinga fat tub of lard. I've been eating better, but withough exercise nothing is happening and I'm having a hard time finding the time to. Earlier in the year (Januaryish) I was doing pretty well. I was going to the gym on campus and stuff ... I was going with a friend of mine until they lost the motivation to go. I was all pumped up and really excited to do it, but once they began dragging their feet, there was noone to motivate me on the days I needed and it made me loose hope. I'm tired of being this way. I'm just so ugly and gross. I want to be able to look in the mirror and like the person I see and be able to be proud of all the things I have done in the past year. (Hello! my anxiety! ah! you should see me I'm doing sooo much better). I hate what I see when I look in the mirror. I avoid looking in one at all costs. ugh. I know I don't have to loose weight for people to like me. I mean Kris loves me and says he wouldn't change anything about me. I just wish I could look in the mirror and see what he sees. I won't see that though until I loose a ton of weight. I know I don't have to ... but God, do I need to.
Kris just had his 21st birthday. I got him a really nice watch (if i may say so myself). He's been asking for it for the past year, but I haven't been able to get it for him until now. It was expenseive, but it was worth it since 21st birthdays are big and we're celebrating our third anniversary this year. I love him so much. I seriously adore him. He makes me so happy and he is so good to me. I just can't explain it.
Lately I've been thinking of getting a tattoo. I want a butterfuly with Carpe diem written over it and my birthday under it. I want it because this year, my 21st year, is going to be my year. I'm not going to let people use me or belittle me. I'm not going to give them the power to hurt me. I'm going to find myself and love myself and be proud of everything that I have done.I really want this tattoo. And yes, I can live with it forever. It will motivate me to do what I need to do this year, and afterwards, it will remind me of all that I have accomplished. I just ... I've heared a lot about loosing and gaining weight and how tattoos can get deformed and disfigured and I don't want that .... but then again ... maybe the deformity will remind me of what I was and how I don't want to be this again. I don't know.
What do you think?
I've got class in a couple hours and I have to pack to go home for the weekend, so I guess I should get off my ass and start facing the day.
Maybe in a little while. I'm taking a computer science class right now. It's a major joke. It's not programing or anything. It's learning about microsoft office! The people in this class are so stupid. I am technology challenged and I have an A in the course. This isn't brain surgery people! ack! "um excuse me professor what was that step you did ten steps ago" "well alice ... I clicked on the start button and opened microsoft word!" I'm serious ... that's what this class is like.
But Downey ... you'd be proud ... Look what I learned how to do on the first day of class:
students.oneonta.edu/mckeal00
Pretty nifty huh? We have to expand on it for our final project so I'll keep y'all posted.
Anyway ... gotta go ... leave love?
If you do I promise to update more often : D
ttyl
I've been working my butt off at SUCO. I got a gpa of 3.8 in the fall and for the spring I got a 3.89. Four year colleges are tougher than a two year college? Ha! They apparently have not met my two year college or witnessed the shitload of work I did. Am I proud of myself? Yes, I am, but at the same time, I have no idea how I did that. I seriously worked really hard though. When I wasn't doing school work, I was up at the Oneonta Job Corp working my butt off (again) for a tutoring program that was being started and where the kids decided never to show up. It was a waste of time. So, I was either on campus in class or doing work, or at the Job Corp ... wasting time. Still, I somehow managed to get a 3.89. My parents were so proud ... I was able to talk them into buying me this:
Yes my friends, that is a turtle. She is a Red-Eared Slider turtle who I have dubbed Pebbles. She is called this because we think that she is wilded caught and instead of her shell being scalloped like a 'normal' turtle the sides of her shell are all pointy and sharp. (Better for protection my dear). Her sharp edges make her seem prehistoric and hence came the name ... Pebbles!
So, what surprises you more, the fact that I, Anna McKee, have a turtle, or the fact that I talked my parents into buying me one?
She's so cute. And I like talking to her. It's nice having someone to talk to especially when I am (Still) living all by myself.
I am taking to classes this summer at SUCO and am working 4 jobs. (BABW, ECEC, Price Chopper (yes, I joined the Price Chopper ranks) and Kevins Co. (my dad's company) ). Okay, okay. So I'm not really working at all four places at once, but you try juggling school, and rotating between 4 jobs. It's really hard! ECEC calls me when they need a sub. I really wish that I could be there more though. I really miss those kids. (speaking of ECEC ... my experince there has lead me to consider getting my masters in special education, or atleast getting a certificate in it or something. Those kids are amazing and I love them to pieces.) BABW takes me whenever I'm home and they need me. Price Chopper is my 'real' job right now and I work with my dad whenever I can cuz it keeps him happy and helping me out with all my crappy cars : )
In the fall, workstudy is being added to that rediculously long list of jobs on top of being a student. I have a feeling I'm going to want to shoot myself.
I keep telling my parents not to expect another 3.8something, but you know they are ... the added pressure alone might kill me.
I really want to loose weight. I'm tired off beinga fat tub of lard. I've been eating better, but withough exercise nothing is happening and I'm having a hard time finding the time to. Earlier in the year (Januaryish) I was doing pretty well. I was going to the gym on campus and stuff ... I was going with a friend of mine until they lost the motivation to go. I was all pumped up and really excited to do it, but once they began dragging their feet, there was noone to motivate me on the days I needed and it made me loose hope. I'm tired of being this way. I'm just so ugly and gross. I want to be able to look in the mirror and like the person I see and be able to be proud of all the things I have done in the past year. (Hello! my anxiety! ah! you should see me I'm doing sooo much better). I hate what I see when I look in the mirror. I avoid looking in one at all costs. ugh. I know I don't have to loose weight for people to like me. I mean Kris loves me and says he wouldn't change anything about me. I just wish I could look in the mirror and see what he sees. I won't see that though until I loose a ton of weight. I know I don't have to ... but God, do I need to.
Kris just had his 21st birthday. I got him a really nice watch (if i may say so myself). He's been asking for it for the past year, but I haven't been able to get it for him until now. It was expenseive, but it was worth it since 21st birthdays are big and we're celebrating our third anniversary this year. I love him so much. I seriously adore him. He makes me so happy and he is so good to me. I just can't explain it.
Lately I've been thinking of getting a tattoo. I want a butterfuly with Carpe diem written over it and my birthday under it. I want it because this year, my 21st year, is going to be my year. I'm not going to let people use me or belittle me. I'm not going to give them the power to hurt me. I'm going to find myself and love myself and be proud of everything that I have done.I really want this tattoo. And yes, I can live with it forever. It will motivate me to do what I need to do this year, and afterwards, it will remind me of all that I have accomplished. I just ... I've heared a lot about loosing and gaining weight and how tattoos can get deformed and disfigured and I don't want that .... but then again ... maybe the deformity will remind me of what I was and how I don't want to be this again. I don't know.
What do you think?
I've got class in a couple hours and I have to pack to go home for the weekend, so I guess I should get off my ass and start facing the day.
Maybe in a little while. I'm taking a computer science class right now. It's a major joke. It's not programing or anything. It's learning about microsoft office! The people in this class are so stupid. I am technology challenged and I have an A in the course. This isn't brain surgery people! ack! "um excuse me professor what was that step you did ten steps ago" "well alice ... I clicked on the start button and opened microsoft word!" I'm serious ... that's what this class is like.
But Downey ... you'd be proud ... Look what I learned how to do on the first day of class:
students.oneonta.edu/mckeal00
Pretty nifty huh? We have to expand on it for our final project so I'll keep y'all posted.
Anyway ... gotta go ... leave love?
If you do I promise to update more often : D
ttyl