Babble

05.07.08 (1:02 am)   [edit]

Be forewarned that this is going to be one of those entries that has no point and doesn't go much of anywhere. I just felt like writing.

I have one final left and then the semester from Hell will be over. *the Hallelujah chorus erupts* However, I am continually kicking myself about this final. I was planning on not really studying for this one because it's comprehensive over this semester AND last semester of chemistry. I'm no good at chemistry anyway, since it has so much to do with math, but I'm supposed to remember TWO semesters worth of crap that I really don't care about? Yeah, right. I am studying really hard though because I did terrible on the last test; if you happen to see my butt, please send it back to me. I think I've studied it off.

Simeon, my sugar glider, just woke  up. I got him a new branch to climb on today and some other play pretties. I think I'll go see if he likes them. He seems to appreciate the extra climbing surface. He's also rather scared of the washers I hung on a string. They move and shine. :-0 Doesn't seem to know what to do with the toilet paper rolls I threw in there. I had never thought of that, but when I was at the pet store today they were selling these colored cardboard rolls with shredded paper in them touting that "Critters love these things!" I recalled that my hamster loved such things many moons ago and was about to pick one up for Simeon, when I said to myself, "Woah, I'm going to pay $4 for a toilet paper roll and some shredded paper?" So I came home and pulled the empty rolls out of the bathroom, stuffed them with some TP and threw 'em in. We'll see how that goes. I'm having fun watching him be scared of the washers though. hehe.

Oh, I keep forgetting to tell the blog community that I get to graduate next May!! I'm so excited because that means I get to go to PT school on time, graduate with my friends and have a whole summer to myself! What a wonderful life. God really does come through the clutch. I couldn't be more pleased. However, the price is this summer; I'm taking three hours in may-mester and seven hours each summer session. You're only supposed to take six. Everyone keeps telling me I'm crazy. Three of those hours each session are an internship though, so really I'm just working. It will still be a challenge though. The real class I'm taking is physics... both semesters. *gag* When I took physics in high school I understood the first lesson... and that's about it. I've had friends do physics and an internship at the same time in the summer. (Actually, one's doing it this summer.) So I know it's possible. I may just go crazy in the process. Oh well. :-) I was crazy before anyway.

I watched Juno this evening for a study break. It was cute. I would not want my teen to watch it though. It kind of sends mixed messages about the kosher-ness (yes, I just made a word) of teen pregnancy. I thought it interesting though that big media put Juno saying no to an abortion in there though. However, there was one scene that was rather touching. Juno asks her dad if two people really can stay married forever. Her father responds with something like it's really hard and takes a lot of work. The key is to find someone that still thinks you're pretty when you look like crap and still likes to hang around you even though you're in a crabby mood. He said find that and you've got someone who thinks the sun shine's out your butt no matter what and you're all set. I liked that. Greg says I look beautiful a lot. The funny thing is that he most often says so when I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt, hair a mess and no make-up. This past month I've been in a perpetual bad mood, and I unloaded it all on him. I apologized for that last Sunday and he totally blew it off like it was no big deal at all. Like I had just stepped on his toe while we were dancing or something. I think I'll keep him.

Well, I'm getting tired and this blog does have to end somewhere. As Tigger says, TTFN, ta-ta for now!

(The Beginning of) My Dream Coming True

05.02.08 (8:32 am)   [edit]

I realized at about 2:30 this morning that I am now less than a month away from applying to physical therapy school!!!!

OH MY FREAKING GOSH!!!!!! 

My dreams are on the verge of beginning to come true (hopefully).

I can't decide if I want to shout for joy or hurl in nervousness.

I suppose I should save the shouts for when/if I get in. And I haven't gotten sick over excitement in years. 

I guess all that's left is to pray. Do that for me, would ya?