life...
my life amounts to nothing more than work as of late, granted, i'm making good money, but that's all i'm doing. i miss spending time with my family. on my 2 days off per week, i try to scramble around and get everything done that i couldn't do the other five days. it wouldn't be so bad, but i work such strange hours, and i don't know which days i'll be off work that week. i'm trying to get all the christmas gifts together for my crew.(the early bird gets the worm, as i always say)i have no friends anymore, there are a few at work that are worth talking to, but i only see them at work. i had become so used to having a variety of different activities in my life, now all i have is work. hopefully it won't be too much longer and my mom will have a daycare building and i can go to work for her. i have 7 classes until i get my degree... i'm starting to think that 7 is my unlucky number. i would only have 5 classes, but i falied 2 classes over the summer. i had a very strange summer anyway, 2 people i grew up with died, i moved into my new home, jon broke his arm, my gal-bladder quit working, and i went from a 15 hour a week job to a 40+ a week job. that sounds like good enough reason to fail 2 classes, doesn't it? well, dinners almost done, and i need to go rescue jon from raven. i'll come back later to rant. and to all of you that still read this... thank you. rai-j.