not dead, just halfway
So--honest folks, I ain't dropped off the Earth again! I have been poked and prodded by Auntie and family to resume certain time-consuming processes which I had at one time put on hold for work--namely education.
Yes. That means I'm going back to school.
Night school, to be precise, which will eat up a bunch of my already-strained spare time (what with work projects and volunteering things/time/space/effort that Auntie somehow keeps getting me into--along with all the damn cleaning. HOW MANY TIMES IN A WEEK DO YOU HAVE TO CLEAN A BATHROOM FOR JEEPER'S SAKE. -_-). So I'm rushing around here trying to get all the necessary forms and paperwork in order, arranging any possible financial aid, and writing scholarship essays (which horribly bores the Muses, and they all abandon ship, except for the helpful ones).
And I find myself also putting money in a Roth IRA and making investments. -_- Again, Auntie's idea. She just sort of decides things and then steamrolls ahead, and even if I disagree somehow we still end up at the financial counselor's office. Because she won't leave off dropping hints and hanging over my shoulder being "concerned" and "disappointed" and "worried about my future" until I bloody well stop surfing the internet, invest, go to school, stop writing so often, clean the bathroom, buy new cat litter, go get laundry soap, etc etc etc endlessly and stop wasting my life doing things I enjoy.
Starting to think Auntie's worse than my mother. -_- At least I could argue with Mom.
But yes, I am slightly stressed-out and frantic about deadlines, as classes begin in a couple weeks and I'm about a month behind everyone else in terms of enrollment, and I haven't been in school in years and it's a wonder if I remember long division. @_@ Pardon me whilst I spend a sh*tload of time studying for placement exams and chewing my nails. (Really, I should NOT be this stressed about this, but it makes my brain hurt. Algebra, trigonometry, chemical equations--arg, I remember why I hate math.)
^_^; Oookay! Didn't mean to be such a downer, just giving an update. I'll be frazzled and incoherent for a while, at least until my routine settles back down and I get used to carrying schoolbooks around. Then I'll try to be sociable company again. Much apologies, friends!
Ysabet: Sorry to hear about what happened to your email! @_@ Those dweebs are major jerks, they deserve everything you plan for them and more. I hope it all works out and your computer is safe! Much hugs!
Icka: Be safe traveling! I don't wanna hear anything about any planes going down, got it? Hope we can meet up if we can swing it! ^_^ *huggles*
Later y'all!
~Becky
And to wrap up...seasonal quizzie!
You Are Scary
You even scare scary people sometimes!
How Scary Are You?
Oh. Well. Um, Happy Halloween! ^_^;;
Yes. That means I'm going back to school.
Night school, to be precise, which will eat up a bunch of my already-strained spare time (what with work projects and volunteering things/time/space/effort that Auntie somehow keeps getting me into--along with all the damn cleaning. HOW MANY TIMES IN A WEEK DO YOU HAVE TO CLEAN A BATHROOM FOR JEEPER'S SAKE. -_-). So I'm rushing around here trying to get all the necessary forms and paperwork in order, arranging any possible financial aid, and writing scholarship essays (which horribly bores the Muses, and they all abandon ship, except for the helpful ones).
And I find myself also putting money in a Roth IRA and making investments. -_- Again, Auntie's idea. She just sort of decides things and then steamrolls ahead, and even if I disagree somehow we still end up at the financial counselor's office. Because she won't leave off dropping hints and hanging over my shoulder being "concerned" and "disappointed" and "worried about my future" until I bloody well stop surfing the internet, invest, go to school, stop writing so often, clean the bathroom, buy new cat litter, go get laundry soap, etc etc etc endlessly and stop wasting my life doing things I enjoy.
Starting to think Auntie's worse than my mother. -_- At least I could argue with Mom.
But yes, I am slightly stressed-out and frantic about deadlines, as classes begin in a couple weeks and I'm about a month behind everyone else in terms of enrollment, and I haven't been in school in years and it's a wonder if I remember long division. @_@ Pardon me whilst I spend a sh*tload of time studying for placement exams and chewing my nails. (Really, I should NOT be this stressed about this, but it makes my brain hurt. Algebra, trigonometry, chemical equations--arg, I remember why I hate math.)
^_^; Oookay! Didn't mean to be such a downer, just giving an update. I'll be frazzled and incoherent for a while, at least until my routine settles back down and I get used to carrying schoolbooks around. Then I'll try to be sociable company again. Much apologies, friends!
Ysabet: Sorry to hear about what happened to your email! @_@ Those dweebs are major jerks, they deserve everything you plan for them and more. I hope it all works out and your computer is safe! Much hugs!
Icka: Be safe traveling! I don't wanna hear anything about any planes going down, got it? Hope we can meet up if we can swing it! ^_^ *huggles*
Later y'all!
~Becky
And to wrap up...seasonal quizzie!
You Are Scary
You even scare scary people sometimes!
How Scary Are You?
Oh. Well. Um, Happy Halloween! ^_^;;