Ever wonder why I usually type my posts in Word before I post them?
Ok, so yesterday's post was a bit of a spaz. I'm better now. I have internet, I looked at cute shoes, I stopped spazzing essentially.
I have stopped crying while watching the news now. That was rough though, quite the triple whammy there. My Daddy being there was probably the kicker though. I have never had to worry about him getting shot while putting people's power back on. So far he's been there a week. They are living in converted Semi's and sleeping on cots. Daddy said that this is the worst he's ever seen, he's seen pretty bad stuff too he was in Homestead after Andrew, and he's still like 30 miles out from New Orleans. He won't be home for another two weeks at the earliest. So this all kinda sucks for my family right now because all of the things that he does (like pay bills and taxes and essentially anything having to do with real money) my mom is having to do on top of everything else. My house in Americus is a wreck; it was kinda shocking to see how much gets screwed up when Daddy leaves.
Lets see what else. I'm drownding in school work. I'm not really sure what I have been doing instead of studying, but I need to quit. Next week on top of anything that pops up I have a Developmental Test, Physics2 test, Physics Homework, probably a Micro Lab report, and I have about 300 pgs to read before any of this. I'm going to have to be forcibly lame this weekend. The only thing that will be keeping me sane next week is the fact that Friday is the JLC concert, the last one for awhile, which is sad, but they will probably make this one rock out HARDCORE and play everything we scream at them. Plus, I promise no to lose anything important this time like I did last time.
Speaking of which, guess who added me on facebook. I guess I'm on speaking terms with at least one person in that department. Not that he returns phone calls or anything though. But in Jenni's words, "He doesn't want to talk to you, he wants to fuck you." So really why would he take phone calls?
And Speaking of Jenni her birthday is the 30th and on a Friday and I fully expect all of you to be there (at our house). There will be plenty of crash room (as we currently have more beds than people at our house) and I want all of you fall down drunk. I promise the AC will be working this time and I won't make the hunch punch. I should probably have a fancy written invitation for Josh since he requires that all invites be submitted in written form weeks in advance, because he is a smart ass. The rest of you get e-vites about a week out, but keep the date clear, last year there was wall falling, girls kissing, sub-riding, cake-fucking, and general merriment. You guys don't wanna miss this!
I have stopped crying while watching the news now. That was rough though, quite the triple whammy there. My Daddy being there was probably the kicker though. I have never had to worry about him getting shot while putting people's power back on. So far he's been there a week. They are living in converted Semi's and sleeping on cots. Daddy said that this is the worst he's ever seen, he's seen pretty bad stuff too he was in Homestead after Andrew, and he's still like 30 miles out from New Orleans. He won't be home for another two weeks at the earliest. So this all kinda sucks for my family right now because all of the things that he does (like pay bills and taxes and essentially anything having to do with real money) my mom is having to do on top of everything else. My house in Americus is a wreck; it was kinda shocking to see how much gets screwed up when Daddy leaves.
Lets see what else. I'm drownding in school work. I'm not really sure what I have been doing instead of studying, but I need to quit. Next week on top of anything that pops up I have a Developmental Test, Physics2 test, Physics Homework, probably a Micro Lab report, and I have about 300 pgs to read before any of this. I'm going to have to be forcibly lame this weekend. The only thing that will be keeping me sane next week is the fact that Friday is the JLC concert, the last one for awhile, which is sad, but they will probably make this one rock out HARDCORE and play everything we scream at them. Plus, I promise no to lose anything important this time like I did last time.
Speaking of which, guess who added me on facebook. I guess I'm on speaking terms with at least one person in that department. Not that he returns phone calls or anything though. But in Jenni's words, "He doesn't want to talk to you, he wants to fuck you." So really why would he take phone calls?
And Speaking of Jenni her birthday is the 30th and on a Friday and I fully expect all of you to be there (at our house). There will be plenty of crash room (as we currently have more beds than people at our house) and I want all of you fall down drunk. I promise the AC will be working this time and I won't make the hunch punch. I should probably have a fancy written invitation for Josh since he requires that all invites be submitted in written form weeks in advance, because he is a smart ass. The rest of you get e-vites about a week out, but keep the date clear, last year there was wall falling, girls kissing, sub-riding, cake-fucking, and general merriment. You guys don't wanna miss this!