Oi Vay! So Much Crap Going On!
I've been working and packing, working and packing, working and packing for the last couple weeks and I do believe it's beginning to take it's toll. I'm really looking forward to school starting again because that then means that I'm "that much closer" to being done as well as I won't be working as much. I've got only three days this week- which in all essence means that I'm working just over half as much as I normally would- which is nice, but also profusely sucks sweaty nut sacks cause my paycheck is going to blow. This is the first time in almost 9 years that I'm not going to be a full-time student, I'm only 3/4 this term and it feels a bit weird. I just need to get through these next two terms and then things will start panning out and feeling more "real" for me. I'm crossing my fingers that I'll be able to do my extern-ship at the Western Michigan Cancer & Blood Center and then ideally get hired in there. That would be my dream job, my dream place to be working and they have full benefits and lots of perks, but again I emphasize that it's the ideal-dream-situation and that I'm simply crossing my fingers that it pans out in such a way.
I realize that many of you are already aware of this, but it is official, I'm moving back with daddy and step-mommy for the last year of school. I'm feeling relatively shitty about it, and it's not something that I'm proud to have to do, but it's an absolute necessity at this point, care-of our delightful, piece of shit, worthless, idiot president- of whom I sure as hell did NOT vote for. I'm barely able to pay for my books this year, let alone pay rent or anything else, so I have to do this. I'm working on packing the last of my things at Chris and Danielle's and then the task of moving the shit over to daddy's garage is at hand. I've already got a fuck-load over there but there's still a good amount here. Whatever, I'm not feeling like talking about this anymore.
I'm looking into some kick-boxing classes as a fabulous birthday present from my parents. I think it would be a great way to relieve some of my extremely high stress levels in a more productive way, plus it sounds fun to beat and kick the shit out of a punching bag. I've got to find a healthy and more effective way to get out this stress and anger. Self-inflicted-pain is not healthy and neither is leaving it bottled up. Anti-depressants can only do so much and I don't want to rely on medication to fix me, I need to find another way to rectify the pile-of-fuck that I call my head. So I thought kick-boxing would be a good outlet... Plus I've got a birthday coming up in January, so it works out well!
In other news, I got another tattoo. This is my third and final one, but I'm excited because I finally got the one I've been waiting for, I got my Celtic-Knot-Ring on my back- *YAY*- I also got my last one fixed so it doesn't look like fuck anymore. I think I have all the body art/modifications that I wanted. I've got my three tattoos and my tongue pierced and I think I'm happy. I think I'm done; I can't think of anything else I'd want pierced. I'll try to post some pictures of my tattoos sometime soon, I do enjoy it. I think it's relatively sexy, but that's just me.
I realize that many of you are already aware of this, but it is official, I'm moving back with daddy and step-mommy for the last year of school. I'm feeling relatively shitty about it, and it's not something that I'm proud to have to do, but it's an absolute necessity at this point, care-of our delightful, piece of shit, worthless, idiot president- of whom I sure as hell did NOT vote for. I'm barely able to pay for my books this year, let alone pay rent or anything else, so I have to do this. I'm working on packing the last of my things at Chris and Danielle's and then the task of moving the shit over to daddy's garage is at hand. I've already got a fuck-load over there but there's still a good amount here. Whatever, I'm not feeling like talking about this anymore.
I'm looking into some kick-boxing classes as a fabulous birthday present from my parents. I think it would be a great way to relieve some of my extremely high stress levels in a more productive way, plus it sounds fun to beat and kick the shit out of a punching bag. I've got to find a healthy and more effective way to get out this stress and anger. Self-inflicted-pain is not healthy and neither is leaving it bottled up. Anti-depressants can only do so much and I don't want to rely on medication to fix me, I need to find another way to rectify the pile-of-fuck that I call my head. So I thought kick-boxing would be a good outlet... Plus I've got a birthday coming up in January, so it works out well!
In other news, I got another tattoo. This is my third and final one, but I'm excited because I finally got the one I've been waiting for, I got my Celtic-Knot-Ring on my back- *YAY*- I also got my last one fixed so it doesn't look like fuck anymore. I think I have all the body art/modifications that I wanted. I've got my three tattoos and my tongue pierced and I think I'm happy. I think I'm done; I can't think of anything else I'd want pierced. I'll try to post some pictures of my tattoos sometime soon, I do enjoy it. I think it's relatively sexy, but that's just me.