Well...

Anatomy and Physiology is coming to an end. I'm pretty sure I'll wind up with a good solid C...hoping for a B, but, a C will do just fine.

I've never been so happy to be done with a class. I'm over it. I'm over all of the irrelevant information. I'm over the memorization. I mean seriously?! Who needs to know all of the cranial nerves? A brain surgeon. Not this girl. With the development of this thing I'd like to call, the "internet" we really don't need to know all of this stupid crap. Uh, hello...Google?

Whatever, its almost over. One more lab, and 2 more lectures, which really is only one more lecture, the other is just a show up, and turn your take-home test in. ..I love take home tests.

The boyfriend is coming over tonight. He rarely comes over to my house. Because, days like today, I hate it here. I stay in my room for a reason. Its my haven. I don't want to be around my dad and my brother, because they always fight with each other, and its over the stupidest crap you could ever imagine. My mom is sleeping, which means she'll be grouchy. There's no food here, I'm hungry. The independent me says "well, go buy some groceries. or at least go pick up food, on your own." But I know that if I were to leave, and come back with food, at least 2 of the 3 other people in this house would be angry at me. I'M NEVER HOME! I'M NOT THE ONE WHO EATS ALL OF THE FOOD HERE. GIMME A FREAKING BREAK.

I've been cleaning my room all day, getting ready for my honey's arrival (haha), and I took a break to fill out my FAFSA form (its super important for school, and I've been putting it off for weeks and decided to do it today.) I needed my parents social security numbers, and their tax information. I first asked my dad, who for some reason was in a pissy mood, for the social numbers, he asked, with quite a 'tude, "Why do you need that?" "I'm filling out my college finance stuff." (ya know, so I can get a real job and get the hell out of here) "Well, what do you need our numbers for?" "I don't really know, but its asking for it" "Okay, well I'll tell you mine, but I don't know your mothers." *tells the number* I start forging through my moms purse, because you don't wake a sleeping bear. Find her card. Go on my merry way.

Then it asks for their tax information.

I wonder what kind of crap I'll get for this.

So, Independent Leigh Ann comes out again, and says "well, I know they keep their tax stuff in a filing cabinet in their room" (where the bear-my mom- is sleeping, thanks Independent Leigh Ann) So against my will, I go into the filing cabinet ... 2004, 2006, 2003, 2008, 200...not 9. Its not in there, at all. So I was just...over it at this point and said "Mom, wheres your tax stuff from this year?" Groggily she answers "in the drawer" I answer, "No, its not, I checked there." "what do you need it for?" (I wish you guys would just give me what I ask for, not the difficult) "My school finance stuff, mom." Then, I just left. Walked back in my room and started putting in bogus answers. Worse case scenario, I go to jail. ...Martha survived it, so can I. Then, about 20 minutes later I hear her shuffling papers around in her room. Thank you Mom, for taking initiative. Preesh. She finds the papers. I finish the FAFSA, end of story.

Back to the fact that my mom is cooking dinner for my boyfriend and my family. ...and there's still no food in the house. Can't wait to see what she whips up. This ought to be interesting.

Lockdown.

So Josh is not allowed to leave. Ever again.

They got in a car accident yesterday. Totaled the car. Everyone was okay except for his little brother, who got a black eye, and his dad who probably broke his thumb. ...

Josh will never leave the state of Virginia again; not without me.

He's back. Finally. And I'm going to go see him today. Finally. I think we're going to see "Date Movie" at Cinema Cafe. Either that or "Hot Tub Time Machine." Whatever he wants to do.

Ugh. I feel so relieved.

Addicted to Weeds

I'm addicted to Weeds.

The show. Look it up. Its great. Thank you, Josh. Your subscription to Netflix is really helping me get through this week without you here. :(

Josh, my other half, is in Key West for a week with his dad, and his dad's family. Awesome. I'm super happy for him, since he hasn't seen or hung out with his dad in years. But, okay, its time to come home now. I'm bored out of my mind. I'm tired of hanging out with my family, haha. This is why I could never date or marry someone in the military. I know for a fact that I couldn't handle deployments. It takes a special kind of woman to do that, and I am not one them. I'm great with scrapbooks and memorizing movies. Not so much with the "I'm-going-to-be-out-of-town-a-lot" thing. Just not my groove. So kudos to you military wives, you rock. and Melissa, you rock in more ways then one :).

He comes home on Saturday night. I'll see him Sunday, and I can't wait.

Carrying on, I have been watching Netflix online nonstop. I watched "Julie & Julia" which was amazing. Honestly, refueled my desire to blog, and when I ever get the time and money for it, to cook. (Melissa, if you haven't checked it out all ready, please please do!) And, as mentioned before, I have fallen in love with "Weeds." Its about this high class suburban soccer mom/widow who sells weed to make ends meet. Definitely funny. Definitely a tear jerker. Definitely full of drama. Definitely profane and vulgar. but, Definitely worth it.

I am also the new mom to sixteen, I repeat SIXTEEN 3/4 year olds. I have just become the lead teacher in the 3 year old room at work. Am I excited? Yeah, sure. Am I nervous? Yes, but not for obvious reasons. I have a problem being a leader. Its just not me. I'm an excellent follower, but, leading just makes me feel like...I don't know. Like, I'm the boss. I know that sounds weird, because obviously, if you are the leader, you sort of are the boss. But, I'm not a bossy person. And now, not only am I supposed to be the fearless leader of those silly sixteen, I also have an assistant teacher, who is older than I am, that I also have to lead. ...That is the part I'm not excited about. Thankfully, my assistant teacher (see? it just feels weird... whatever) is an amazing woman, and is a great assistant and a great asset to my room! Overall, I know that this change is going to work out, its just sort of a "fear of the unknown."

Oh, and guess who just might pass Anatomy and Physiology this time?! ...me!!! WOO HOO!!! yeah I'm holding a steady "F" maybe a low "D" in Lab, but I'm kicking ass in Lecture. They take 40% of your lab grade and 60% of your lecture grade. I've done all the math, and I should be good to go! I'm stoked. BUTTTTTT.....the next practical (the big test in lab) is about muscles...and nerves. The muscles I feel...okay about. ...but the nerves. ...last semester, I left class all together when we got to the nerves. I'm scared of nerves. (ironic eh?).

So, lets recap. I'm bored. I miss my boyfriend. I'm the lead teacher now. I'm going to be an occupational therapy assistant...in two years. And, I'm addicted to Weeds.

TTFN.