I have finally planned out a class schedule for next semester.  I've only been working on it for about the past weeks or so.  I just have to go to the guidance office to get approval to register for my final class to be declared a full-time student and receive insurance!!!  I am going to be taking:

Microbiology               Tues and Thurs
                                              10am-10:50am

Microbiology Lab        Mon and Weds
                                               11am-12:40pm

Psychology 112           Mon and Weds
  (Personality)                       1pm-2:15pm

American Sign             Weds
    Language                          3pm-4:40pm

Art 151                           Tues and Thursday
                                                 11am-12:15pm

Which means....no class Friday =) and......I get to sleep in all freaking semester!!!! =D  How wonderful is that?! 

I've also decided, since it's only $1,000 a semester to get a dorm at St. Francis that I'm just going to live there.  I will get to sleep in a little bit longer and save on gas money vs. driving there Monday-Friday.  Despite all of the awesome scholarships that they offer, they have an agreement in which they will give m $4,000 every semester if I work an allotted number of years for them after graduation.  I'd be looking at only working 4 years for them if I received a grant every semester.  That sounds agreeable to me! =)

   

 

        School is back in session.  Summer just flew by especially quickly this year.  It was one of the great ones though and not soon to be forgotten by any means.  I told myself I was going to be a responsible adult by going home early, getting my things in order and going to bed by at least 11.  Well...11 roles around and I'm not the least bit tired....soooo my "responsible" self  ventures over to Nicki's only to get piss drunk. haha. Needless to say it was a good night.  We sat in the kitchen waiting for the pizza to cook just blabbing away about our lives and the many directions we're going.  It was refreshing, one of the those conversations when you truly appreciate those in your life and your surroundings.   Some how unbeknownst to be, we stumbled over to Ryan's.  I got to bed around 3am, woke up at 9am and got back on my responsible track.  I love, love, love working out in the mornings before school.  It's just the best way to start off your day.
       Classes weren't that bad at all.  My day begins at 11am so I really can't complain all that much.  I love my PSY 220 class.  It's the same teacher I had for Soc 110, which I was just fascinated by.  That will go very smoothly seeing as I know all of her expectations for the course.  The instructor for Chem 115 is a bit boring, but he seems like an all around nice guy.  Hopefully the material will prove to be interesting to make up for his lack of enthusiasm.  FCS 120 (nutrition) actually seems really awesome.  The professor was full of excitement and cracked jokes the entire class period.  It should be promising.  Tomorrow is only filled by Film 110. Woo hoo.  If possible I am going to try and take FCS 120 on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 11.  This way I will get out by 1sh every day.  If not that's fine to though.  I am very confident in approaching this school year.  Next semester I will be on easy street only having to take micro biology and basically any 3 electives of my choice.  
      Tara and I went to the Stone Temple Pilots concert in Bloomington last Wednesday.  It was one of the best concerts I've seen in quite some time.  The audience was just so excited, and every song was a classic.  We got floor, but there were actual seats set up.  We started out assigned to row 30.  However, when STP appeared she dragged me up to row 14.  We stood in the aisle right next to the row as if we had originally started off there.  It was genius.  Now I know exactly how to get to the U.S. Cellular Colisseum when I take my daddy to the Chicago concert on his birthday.  He's cute in thinking that he's figured out his present already.  He thinks I'm taking him to a concert in Chicago.  I wish I didn't have to use my mom's credit card, but I don't have one sooo...whatever.  It's all going to work out.
      Everything is just happening so quickly.  Nicki moves up to UIC on Thursday.  I picked up extra hours on Tuesday and Wednesday, because Lexi is vacationing in Florida.  I didn't even consider her moving when I signed up for the extra shifts, which I so desperately need.  Oh well.  We will just have to party hardy tomorrow night and Wednesday.  Wesley's leaving in November.  Every one is going in separate directions.  I plan to stick around here until I graduate from St. Francis School of Nursing.  I don't have nearly enough money to move else where even though I'd like to.  Everything will work out in due time though.  This I'm sure of. 

current mood: bouncy

          I am doing just that.  Today was so refreshing.  I finally felt like a person once again spending time with friends for more than an hours length without having rush back and bury myself within books.  I have completed the minimest of BIO 146.  I've never been so relieved to be done with anything in my entire life.   Myself and every other individual in the class only thought about how quickly we would be done with a course and not at all about the amount of work that would be put into those 12 days.  It was intense, to say that least.  I became a studying machine caught off from every other aspect of the world.  All and all it was a time of incredible stress, a frequent bout of hyperventilation and many sleepless nights.  BUT NOW IT'S DONE!!!
      I got my application for the Saint Francis School of Nursing.  I only have to complete 7 more classes at ICC before I can transfer.  The cost of all of this, however, is mind boggling.  $455 per credit hour.  This sounds horrid to someone who is used to paying $75 per credit hour.  I'm going to start looking at student loans.  Sadly I've practically used up every penny I've saved just going to ICC.  I'm sure everything will come together though.
      I picked up an application from the vet in Germantown.  I need a second job desperately, not to mention all of the days I just took off within the past month to fully study for my minimester.  I am going to buy a better, reliable bicycle.  I plan on riding it to Germantown frequently to save money!  I am so excited that I can finally have a chance to kick back and relax!  I am well overdue for a break.

current mood: ecstatic

-fucked up beyond all recognition-
      This is the current situation that my life is in right now.  I never thought in all my years that she would get up the strenght to leave him.  She'd been a victim for so many years.  Angie took the kids and waited in the parking lot behind their house while cops escorted their father in to get his belongings.  I can only imagine how traumatizing that must have been for them to see.  Apparently the lawyers slapped the restraining order on him without even letting my aunt know ahead of time.  It went underway before previously scheduled.  In talking to Tara, she informed me that it hit Rachel the hardest.  She spent all of Thursday night crying.  
      Then comotion arose again today as someone attempted to get into my Aunt Wendy's house while she was showering.  There is only one obvious suspect, seeing as  Wendy encouraged Angie to leave him.  Now I am to be on the look out at all times if comes and tries to harrass me.  Mixed information is making its way around the family as my uncle was informed that there was no physical abuse, only verbal.  Well I have news for you!  They don't give out restraining orders for nothing.  Trying to deny the truth is only pushing it aside entirely.  I kind of expected it though.  They like to lessen the harsh reality that is life so that it fits into their fantacy land of all around happiness.  I am going to make time to stop by and see the kids this week.  I don't want to cover up the truth, only help them through it.   

current mood: sad

I suppose I am an inconsiderate jerk for not caring about diabetes.  Frankly, I don't feel sorry for people who overdoes themselves on sugar for over 40 years, and then "mysteriously" contract type 2 diabetes.  Quite the puzzle indeed.  He said it was his wake up call to finally start changing his diet.  My mom's response: "DUH!!!"   I guess that serious discussion that we had where you looked me in the eyes and promised that you'd try to live a healthier lifestyle was all just a lie.  I'll just add it to the pile.  Granted our relationship has had its ups and downs over the past 4 years, but god damn it, you only ever make it worse.  I always thought that after she got sick, you'd be concerned about improving your own health if not for yourself, for me.  Obviously our thoughts don't mesh, not even in the slightest bit.  You always said that the only thing you'd eat if you ever became diabetic was a bullet.  This only goes to prove that you are never a man of your word. 

current mood: infuriated

 On Saturday I was officially made a part of the Harrison family.  Nicki and I met up with her mom and ventured to Avon where I got to meet her grams!  We were served a delectable 3 course meal(all home made of course).  We all kicked back and gathered around the television to watch the movie Once.  I absolutely loved it!  The music, the story line, the way it was directed....brilliant!  Towards the end of the evening Nick's mom told me I had officially been adopted.  I just smiled.  You know you've done something right when you are introduced to a friends grandparents.  I adore movie nights.  We are all going to do this again in a week or so.  The next movie of choice should be quite interesting.

I turned in my application to Menards.  Hopefully I will get hired.  A second job would be most helpful.  College is worth my while but a money draining experience, not to mention the great sum of money I dropped to get my car repaired.  This winter has not been good to my vehicle.  Sigh.  At least I found the nicest repair man in the business.  Germantown Auto body is the place to go.

Today I got the majority of my room back in order.  It will be nice to sleep in my own bed again.  The sleep apnea mask makes my mom sound like darth vader, which is a strange sound to go to sleep to.  I now have an insulated and newly painted room.   Hurray for that!  

Tomorrow will be an interesting day.  I have become the queen of procrastination.  It's absurd.  I only have 3 papers due on Tuesday that I haven't even started. haha.  The most subtle distraction as a magazine article, a movie, music or the internet for example draws my attention away instantaneoulsy.  ahhhh the things I do to myself.  Oh well.  At least I actually studied for statistics tonight.  My schedule tomorrow will consist of school, papers, work, papers and death possibly.  I should probably just start taking adderall so that I can focus. 

" So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield."

"And is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
and is that what you call a getaway?
well tell me what you got away with.
cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say best friends means friends forever"

This afternoon was memorable to say the least.  While waiting to be seated at One World a loopy Nicki was standing on one foot swaying to and fro pointing at me and discussing how her new medicine made her act as if she were drunk.  I quickly patted on the open spot on the bench beside me in fear that I would endure a nasty eye poking.  

Lunch was fabulous.  It was cluttered with noise from a crowded room.  I had to scootch close to even hear Nicki.  We swapped some pizza for mashed potatos.  Good deal.

But the best part of the day came when Nicki attempted to get out of the car while in the ICC parking lot.
"I can't work this purse seat belt thing"
I couldn't stop laughing.  In trying to help her put on her coat, I ended on pulling her hair extremely hard.  She patted my head and said, "It's okay.  I won't remember this anyways."  LOLs. Seriously.  I love my best friend.  We'll be making our way down to ISU on Friday to visit Mr. Nate.  It should be a good time.