GREETINGS!!

Hello readers and fellow haters! Ive been completely MIA lately because school this week has had me hyperventilating. My last class in on Monday and Im really looking forward to exhaling again. I hate it when the blogs I enjoy reading arent updated regularly, so please dont hate me and understand. K, disclaimer over.

After taking my final this week and acting like a total spazz during the exam, my teacher pulled me aside, and by aside, I mean out in the hallway- to tell me that shes "nervous" about me moving forward. I took that as the "you are sooo screwed" talk. Here I was counting down the days until this killer class was over and done with, and here she was telling me that I was starting all over. If there was one thing that I WAS certain of, it was that I sure as hell wasnt shelling out 2 grand again for this hellish crap again. I explained to her that I always had a problem with test taking even in grade school, but that wasnt going over well. "Meet me in my office tomorrow during office hours, we need to talk"

Enter wha wha wha sound.

My life was over. I was flipping out and something told me that tears werent going to cut it this time. I went home and worked my ass off that night and did the whole test over. I marched my ass right into her office first thing in the AM with my new lease on life (blueprints) in my hands and a full speech, prepared for doom. "I know that youre worried, but please let me assure you, I can do the work, I just dont test well" I said, while I unrolled the prints.. "Its not that I dont think you can do it, I just worry about the time you need" she says, "I mean, you passed the final R______."

"WAIT, WTF did she just say??!! " I thought. Enter the angels singing and the organ playing Hallelujah in my head. "Oh, I know" I said. (Holy shit, I passed? NO! I DIDNT KNOW!!- Im thinking) "I just wanted you to know that Im dedicated to do whatever it takes to show you (and I really was)..... "

"Well" she says, "Im glad you took the time to show me and this will help your grade.." Help my grade? Dude as long as I dont get an F in this class, Im tha-rihilled! "Shall I leave my prints with you?" I ask, "No they look right, you can hang onto those" They look right?! Hell yeah theyre right, and you should take them after I just worked my ass off on em. I dont care if you use them as wee wee pad for your non-existent dog, I wanted to say, but instead I just smiled. I took my little roll of sheets with me and walked out scratching my head. Stoked but kinda bummed that she scared the living daylights out of me. So yeah I spent the whole day and night sweating, crying, nagging and complaining to anyone whod listen, and I passed?? Niiice. What a waste of anti-depressants.

Great story, I know. So thats where Im at. This weekend is going to be killer on me preparing for my final project to turn in on Monday, but after that, Im free for a few weeks. So brace yourselves, Ill be blogging like a beast.

This week was also a very enlightening one. Some lessons learned, some pain inflicted, some gifts received (always fun) and some pounds shed. Cant complain. Im smiling.

In other news, I mysteriously found a walky talkie in my car on the front seat the other day, leading me to believe that I was being followed, or that I was just enrolled in some new reality tv show unbeknownst to me. I had some fun with the buttons and mumbled some code words into it once the feeling in my legs came back. No response. After a closer look, I saw that it belonged to the parking lot that I parked in the other day. I should give it back but I dont really want to, because lets be honest, hasnt everyone always wanted to own a REAL heavy walky talkie that wasnt purchased at TOYS R US?

Yeah, so this post is kinda lame and boring but Im regaining my jous jous. I promise to be better.

Also, lately Ive been getting a lot of howls on the street which always feels super sexy dot not. "Damn girl, that coat is the shyeat" a man said to me the other day on my way to class. "Thank you" I replied.

"Sweetie, whats your name? you just made my day in them boots, thank you and have a great day ,sexy" another bum shot at me. I shot back a wink which looked more like I was having a seizure because, Im not a great winker (wow, the word winker sounds kind of dirty, doesnt it?). He looked confused but still smiled. So.... that was good. Hopefully next week, I can get the gas attendant to flirt with me, and next month- ya never know, maybe even the meter maid (or man whatever theyre called) while he writes out my ticket. Im aiming high, because life is short. Hollerrr.

x to tha o