Mahna Mahna

Today...I wanted to snap.   My classes are KILLING me already!  Anyway, I'm too exhausted to do a real post so I decided to share the song that's been in my head for days...as done by...THE MUPPETS!!!!!

Back in the Swing of Things

So today is the first day of classes. My first class is at 10 AM and my last finishes up at 3:15. I have to be at work at 3:00-6:00. I have no idea how I'm going to swing this. It's OK though, I think I can make it work. My schedule is going to make me want to scream. I'm taking 21 credit hours...THAT'S 7 CLASSES! I'm going to lose it, but I'm going to try to keep calm. When I got too stressed I snapped last year, I'm not going to let that happen again. Between each of my classes, I have an hour break which is wonderful. I'm probably going to start either doing homework or posting entries in that time frame.

I have been feeling SO sick for the past few days. Oh my goodness, I woke up and my cat was licking my nose...I guess I had a bit of nasal drippage (ew!). So, my right nostril is stuffed up, my throat hurts, I have a headache, and on top of it all my cat decided to lick my nose raw. This morning sucked poached eggs. The worst days will be Tuesdays and Thursdays though. I have class from 10 AM to 5 PM with no breaks in between. SHOOT ME NOW!

Roberto is going to stay in Mt. P with me for another week, which is fine. Is it possible to spend too much time with your betrothed? We've been butting heads the entire time he's been here, but that may be because I'm not on my antidepressants anymore and his family's hatred of me is becoming more and more obvious. I think his mother's main problem with me is not just that I'm "taking her baby away from her", it's because I'm of mixed heritage and I'm taking her baby away from her. If anything, her ass should be proud...it's not every day that you know for sure that your son has a good woman on his hands who can cook several hundred dishes from different origins and has the knowledge of 3 generations of Latinas in her head. She should at least care that I'm making him the happiest he's ever been and that I am what stopped his suicide attempt. Oh well...nothing I can do about it. Either she'll learn to love me or she'll hate me for the rest of her existence. To be honest, I really don't give a damn either way.

Misery Loves Company

So lately, all people have wanted to do when they talk to me is vent about how horrible life is and how things are so hard for them.  I'm sorry, but after a while the only thing I want them to do is shut the hell up.  People don't seem to understand that EVERYONE'S life is hard in some way.  Take mine for example: cervical cancer, the fact that I probably won't be able to have kids, heart problems that could kill me at any time, anxiety attacks, no way to pay for school, severe depression,  as well as dealing with a mixed family where I am the first biological child and still get treated like some red-headed stepchild.  I don't complain about it very often because I KNOW that someone else out there has it 100X harder than I do.  

I'm sure people don't realize that their constant complaining is pointless and will not stop them from being sad, won't stop their significant other from cheating on them, won't stop their boss from being a dick, and won't get their family member off of drugs.  Sometimes I just want to be real with them and tell them that it doesn't matter because in 40 years, most of the people you're complaining about will be dead and there will be a whole new crop of problems that come to the forefront.  SO GET OVER IT!  

I'm not trying to sound like a bitch or anything, but it's just difficult to deal with other people constantly complaining about how hard THEIR lives are.  You never know what someone else is going through themselves, so it is pointless to dwell on how hard your life is.  I just want someone to have a normal conversation with me instead of complaining about stuff that I couldn't care less about.  Most of the time I try to be a good friend and listen, but if the only reason you get into contact with me is to complain about your  miserable life or ask me to do something for you, then do me a favor and LOSE MY NUMBER!

'BOUT DAMN TIME!

I know it has been a while since I've done an entry.  I've been caught up in all the moving back to school and getting ready for classes hullabaloo.  I missed my roomates like hell.  Things have been going as well as can be expected.  I just bought a new MacBook and I LOOOOOOOOOVE it.  The girls and I (minus Carolyn...no clue where she is) had a small party last night.  I'm still a bit hungover.  We gave a couple of random freshmen some "Welcome to Central" tequila shots.  We had our own tequila toast...to a new year and a ton of liquor!  Well, I'm going to finish unpacking and will try to post daily from now on since things are getting slower and I actually have internet access.  Damn, I missed Central Mich.

The New Post Secret Movie

A while ago, I discovered Post Secret and I realized how therapeutic it is to release secrets and how the creator of the site is really helping others by letting them get their worst secrets off their chests . I have sent in secrets and one of them was posted on his site, which I thought would make me upset or embarrased, but it made things easier. It made me feel better. I figured I'd help them out by not only posting their website over on the right on my favorites, but also by showing the video they made. Some of the secrets are so stirring and they make you realize that you are not the only one feeling the way you do. So, this post is dedicated to Post Secret. Thanks, guys.

The Fab Five

I'm beginning to feel like a trapped rat. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and my brother to death, but only going from home to work and back is wearing on me. I miss being at Central and not having a bunch of people dictating what I do and when I do it. I am realizing that I'm going to miss the Fab Five (Brandon, Brittany, Me, Marcus, and Megan) a lot more than I thought. We went from 5 strangers in a large classroom to friends that cannot go a day without emailing or seeing each other. It's scary to think that I'm closer to people I've known for 2 months than I am to people I've known for 2 years. I'm going to miss them quite a bit when we all go back to our separate schools and lives.

Guess What!

I got bored at work today and apparently I look like Lauryn Hill. Lol. I decided to put one of my new pics up on MyHeritage.com's face recognition site. This is what it came up with:




I though the idea is pretty damn cool, but one of my other look-alikes was Prince. PRETTY FUCKING COOL! I'm so happy I only have 2 more weeks before I'm done at SF and can go back to school. SO HAPPY! The whole getting up at 6 AM to sit in front of a computer all day long and stare at the screen. I've been getting really bad migraines every day from it. Today was the worst ever. I couldn't even see the screen! So, I don't have much longer, THANK GOD! It's sad that job stresses me out as much as it does.