I'm ready to get busey...
Or so says the fat guy in the end of one of the greatest fucking movies in the world. Slainte! I work mornings for the next few days, because I start class on Monday night and I'm so fucking excited I could scream. I hope it's as stimulating as I expect. If nothing else, though, my dad will get the fuck off my back. If it's at all possible. I saw a commercial that made me cry...it wss for local fishing, and it was a bunch of little kids saying "take me fishing" and giving reasons for them to go fishing with thier dads. One little girl who very easily fit my description when I was her age said, "take me fishing, because my wedding is a lot closer than you think." I burst into tears. Still being a newlywed, and living in such close quarters with my dad, there are times when I am still his little girl, and I expect him to lift me up onto his shoulders and take me for a walk out in the woods. Almost every night, he says the same exact thing he used to say when I was little before I went to bed..."Sweet dreams baby, Daddy loves you." It's just weird...I don't want to be grown up...I want to be five years old again. On a different note, work is going great...I actually look forward to going, and the time flys by. Waking up early sucks, but it's all worth it. I have a doctors appointment coming up soon, and until then I'm on vicodin 7.5mg, so I'm easy to get along with. I'm also very sleepy. So I guess I'll go lay down...maybe I won't be so tired in the am.