Today was my little nieces first day of school *silent crowd roar* I am so proud, and ecstatic, and happy, and old (but the other three feeling balance out this feeling and make it obsolete). If I were a rooster, all my feathers would be poofed up with pride and I would still be crowing obnoxiously....just saying.
WHy is it bananas taste completely different and a hundred times better chopped up? I dont really care, just thinking about it.
Finally in the swing of things, in theory anyway. I am starting to catch on and somehow manage all my classes without any mild panic attacks. My social life was buried somewhere in the midst of it however and now the only people I ever have time to talk to are at school or related to me. All other time is spend buried in some book or hoarse with my ears drowning in Cd's. But, once again, I am happy with my decision and really excited about the future, so bring it on.
My phone is gone, and it is funny because I spent so many years avoiding it and now that I lost it (by giving it a free car roof ride about town) I feel hermited without it. At least before, I could randomly text someone to at least assure them that even though I seem to have disappeared off the planet that I still care....what now? Well looks like it is time to bring out the tin cans and string wires. <-----still think its freakin awesome that those things work :)
Tomorrow I also start work (small man waves giant flag about in celebration) which means I get to stay at my new house comfortably. I wish there was some way to show up for work somewhere where your only job would be to sit on top of a large mountain sized marshmallow until closing time, eating small bits off it from time to time. I wonder what experience requirements would be needed for that.
and as if that wasnt enough, to those still hanging on to my pointless chatter as if there were something deep here today.....I do put one thing out there, I ask for your prayers for my nephew.
Thanks,
Glory
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