I'm not dead.
I'm not drunk, smashed, trashed, wasted, or any other variation of bending, folding, spindling, or mutilating you can think of. I'm alive and well- just a little busy. Classes are in the process of... um, being processed? Maybe- just maybe I'll get into that later. For now, I guess I've been avoiding writing down my thoughts because I haven't needed this for an outlet. No reason to plug a few words in that didn't really mean anything to me. So I'll just let everything simmer for this post- and then turn off the burner.
See, picking up a second major is turning out to be more trouble than I thought. So ranting will come later in the week, if it comes at all. I try to keep away from ranting and keep with the random. Well, as random as I can get away with.
Tarrith got into Kansas City Art Institute! I'm so proud of him! He's going to have to find a job when he gets out there, but he's a competent kid. I'm sure he'll be just fine.
Missed out on Live on the Levy- but if they have it next year, I'm so going. Incidentally, I missed out on going to Six Flags the same day. Anybody else up for FrightFest?
The puppy's settling into the house, but is scared of my black cowgirl hat. She growled at me walking down the stairs- and then skittered away from it when I tossed it on the couch. I'm not sure if I should leave it outside my door or not- sure it might keep her out... but if she realizes that it's harmless- well, it won't be much of a hat anymore.
The sixth Harry Potter book is TRAGIC.
Time for me to head off to work- There's so little to do in so much time.
Wait. Strike that. Reverse it.