c3childs: (bang)
I'm done with finals!
        I'm done with finals!
              I'm done with finals and
                  :D  that makes me happy!




It was for French, and the for the life of me, I couldn't remember how to say 'his' and 'her'.
Now what am I gonna do with myself? I suppose read. Sleep. Write (still have to do those atlasecretsanta stories - SSSHHH! - and my usual updates) Since I'm done for the semester, I can do those thing without feeling bad for not studying and junk. Maybe MAYBE  I'll practice (or get some) 'mad guitar skillz'.

Next semester, I'm in the MLT program proper, and I'll have 3 classes for that, all in the same building. I'm still going to have to get up for 8 o'clock classes on Tuesday and Thursday. It's pretty much the same schedule from this past 150 give-or-take days, but longer hours and 6 classes. 6 because someone decided that my scholarship should have 15 hours instead of 12, the jerkwad.

After the final, my sister had decided yesterday that we were going to go shopping, looking for some stuff for John - the BF. We got everything we - she - set out to get. Let's see if I can remember everything:
  • Lucky pajamas (because the boy likes clovers)
  • 'Courageous' T-shirt
  • 3 string-hole, dark Sperrys
  • An engraved Bible
  • A book
  • The stupid camo wrapping paper XP
  • A not-girly journal that doesn't say 'Journal' so his brothers won't rag on him for writing about his feeling LOL
  • Some bookmarks
  • ...something else I can't remember...

Safe to say he's not getting those Oakley shades. She also bought these cute travel mugs for Mr. and Mrs. Tim's (they're trying to adopt her or something), had a friend pick up a lanyard(sp?) for another friend and...something else I can't remember.

And what did I get? She bought me Chai tea from Coffee Fusion (I love that stuff), a blue shirt-cover thing from Goodwill (for a $1. That's just awesome.), and a girly-journal that's not as large as John's (...poo). It was a pretty fun day. Oh! Food, too. She bought me Chick-fil-a.

Semi-related note: I am such a socially awkward idiot sometimes. Related to that: Michael's is a really neat store that I could waste so much $$$ in if I had any.

c3childs: (Default)
You know what I hate just above doing homework? Doing Mom's homework. Then having to go back and do it because apparently it wasn't done the right way.

But really, I am so blessed to have the mom that I do. I realize this, but I forget it a lot. Because if my mother - with all of her obvious flaws that I could write a book about; I have them too. Comes with humanity and our nature - were not a Christian, she would be so much worse. At this point, I'd probably had moved out with Steve when Heffa left and refused to take me with her. Yup.

And my arm hurts, fading in and out. See, when you're going to be an MLT, you have to get all of these shots because you're gonna be hanging out with people's body fluids, and this shot was the first of a series of three for Hep B. So there is Hep B in my arm, surging through my blood, and oh, my goodness what is wrong with me? I'm going to die.
And then Mom will sue the Health Department

I'm so tired of school. I'm especially tired of Chemistry, and it's just now getting cold down here, and that's just so encouraging me to get out of bed in the mornings. Coffee doesn't really seem to do it for me either. I should really be studying for that stupid quiz tomorrow. There was a French test Wednesday, but I forgot the nous conjugation for whatever the French word is for 'to be' which is etes. Which makes no sense when you're looking at the chart. I mean, they really just came out of nowhere with that set up. The French actually base their language on how it sounds, if it sounds good, it's a word - no matter how wrong it looks when compared to how it's spelled. Just completely ignore that a word ends in 'ent' and see how badly the other languages mess it up. Tee hee, very funny.

And now she rushing me about the homework I'm half-doing - obviously. And I feel like a have a fever, or mabye I'm just being dramatic, or maybe I shouldn't be wearing two shirts and that'd help.

Ugh. Rapture would be great right now. Actually, would have been pretty good yesterday, but hey, no rush. Whenever You're ready...but could You be ready sooner?

5 Octobre

Oct. 5th, 2011 09:56 pm
c3childs: (Default)
Steve dropped out of school. It seems my prediction of his future consisting of manual labor might come true.

I got a check for $500 from the school. I get to keep 100 for Atlanta trip purposes.

I despise Chemistry.

I don't like that girl being in my class. It's not that I have something personally against her or anything. She's probably a very nice person and all that. But the girl is odd. It'll be like...the friend that nobody likes, except I'll be like her only friend besides those other two, and I don't see either of those two having a particularly good influence on the others. They are not a good group; I don't want to enter the circle.
So I think I'll just keep up with the 'Speak when spoken to' plan. That has always served me well.

I have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow. I am so getting coffee. The absence should cause a nice rush, but I've had the tea instead so maybe not.

Tonight's sermon was very inspired. I'll post that later.

studying

Sep. 29th, 2011 08:59 am
c3childs: (Default)
i have a test in 3hrs for urinalysis(did i spell that right?). So I'm doing some last hour studying. Then after the test, we all get to pee in a cup - not the same one of course. Defeats the purpose - and put stuff in it to see if it changes colors and trw not to fall asleep on Caldwell. You wouldnt believe how hard that is. Also, posting from your phone ain't much worth it. Thumb cramps...


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Quick note

Sep. 25th, 2011 04:30 pm
c3childs: (what...)
I, insert name here, do hereby state unequivocal and unending hatred for that most ridiculed and mocking thing called Chemistry for now and forever.
c3childs: (long day)
Who forgot her lab notebook, after she pulled a scantron out the thing and shoved it in her bag? Who forgot her freaking pencil box, leaving it to sit ever so lonely on the stupid desk at home? Who doesn't know how to make a frikkin' mole?
Any guesses?
...
I blame Dad. He was teasing me yesterday about my tea drinking - which used to be coffee drinking, but it makes for an erratic heartbeat - and saying maybe I should try drinking only every other day. Well, I had two yesterday, so I'm like 'Oh, this'll be easy', despite Daddy saying I'm addicted. I am not. I am just somewhat used to operating with an above average amount of caffiene in my system. Without it, my brain function seems to be a little less, considering the rather important items I left behind.

In any event, I can in fact quit anytime, and I will not be telling Daddy Darling about this little mishap. And in the future, not getting the caffiene in on the day I have to wake up at six rather than seven, yeah, that should be reversed.

Also, I think I will actually do homework today, once the taco salad is done. Maybe. I mean, I should. It would be the sensible thing to do.

I fail

Sep. 12th, 2011 06:03 pm
c3childs: (deadshot_coffee)
Tomorrow, first thing bright and early, I have a chemistry test. I will flunk it. I'm just sayin'; it's a fact.
c3childs: (Default)
I was bored. Like, really bored. Like, three hours between classes with nothing to do and no will to go join some kind of club. So I did these.






And if you want, they can almost follow a consecutive story line.

I like Tea

Aug. 4th, 2011 07:25 pm
c3childs: (Coffee for e)
 Having a cop as my sister's boyfriend is pretty fun sometimes. Last night, we three went to Applebee's (wings for 39 cents! Whoo!). Apparently, Sister's been getting phone calls from some dude in India, and it's been creeping her out. So he takes her phone (she gave it to him), calls him back, and we hear half of a very interesting, hilarious conversation.

We're trying not to bust out laughing and crying, because things were implied, the BF questioned the guy's English, abilities to cuss properly (he offered to give him a lesson. Such a sweetheart), seriously, it was funny. You had to be there. He called the guy twice, then once more when we were outside. After he told the guy he was a cop, (speakerphone) it was all 'No, sir, I won't call again.' No more fun.

Then he got in his truck bed (after Sister gave him his special fragrance-free body wash and lotion), he started dancing to Ledici - Pieces of Me and singing it. He shouldn't sing it.
 
Also, tea is my new thing. I've had at least one cup every day for the past week or so. And we (mother and some other ladies) are going to Orlando for a week. I guess it will count as my 'senior trip' although I graduated last year. Then we get back, it's back to school (either on the 18th or 19th. I should really figure out which. But the first day really doesn't matter; they just read the syllabus)
 
Sister wants me to file her paperwork. Girl be trippin'. Do I look like a secretary? I'll answer that for you: No. I really don't. Plus, being 'paid' with seeing the movie of my choice isn't gonna cut it. All the movies I want to see aren't playing anymore or she saw them already. I'll probably end up doing it anyway though. Because I'm a freaking sap.

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