Am I the only one who still uses turn signals? PEOPLE. This is how car accidents happen. Quit making me be a defensive driver! I don't like being cut off in traffic. It makes me cry.
I went to Pet Supermarket to buy some Nutro wet food for my baby kitties, and the Cat Network (a local cat rescue network that never, ever, ever, ever euthanizes the cats no matter how long it takes to adopt them) had a couple of sweet tortoiseshell kitties waiting for a new home. One was an abandoned adult, and she kept rubbing up against me and kissing my hand. And when I started to leave, she jumped onto the second story of her cage and stuck her little paw paws through the cage. And my heart broke.
I wound up buying a George W. Bush catnip toy for my baby cats to bite and throw around the room and maybe poop on. Yay! And I bought a refillable catnip mat made by the same people. My cats love everything the people at Fat Cat Inc. make.
Yeah, so I'm taking four classes this semester. It's my last semester. Scary! I only need three classes in order to graduate and fulfill my requirements, but I need to take four classes in order to be a full-time student and maintain my scholarship and grants. I'm taking a sociology of human sexuality with this really neat Russian professor. That's my extra class. I don't need that class, but I adore the professor and his funny Russian accent. I also like my Shakespeare professor. He mentioned the WALL Britney Spears has hit in the past year. I can't even remember why it was pertinent, but he told us that he only reads the "people" section of Parade Magazine, the "horrible excuse for journalism" that comes with the newspaper every Sunday. Oh, what would I do without the Go Fug Yourself blog. ANYWAY. I have two more classes I'm taking for my psychology major: a 200-level class in social psychology with an unimpressive, young professor, and a 400-level class in abnormal juvenile psychology with a popular, but tough, professor. I think I like three out of four of my professors. That's pretty good for my final semester.
Now. What am I going to do when I graduate? I'll probably be working with a child advocacy council for a year. Then I'll apply to many grad schools and wind up in a top 10 school for social work. I'll get my MSW, and I'll do something with it, goddamn it. I decided to work for a year instead of sinking tons of cash into a school for something I might not love. Maybe I'll change my mind. Maybe I'll go back to school for library science! I don't know.
I HAVE SOME SEMBLANCE OF A PLAN. Yes. That's pretty good.
I'm going to quit typing now. I have to pee.
Postscript: I am all the day with my turn signal on. I am the only one?
I went to Pet Supermarket to buy some Nutro wet food for my baby kitties, and the Cat Network (a local cat rescue network that never, ever, ever, ever euthanizes the cats no matter how long it takes to adopt them) had a couple of sweet tortoiseshell kitties waiting for a new home. One was an abandoned adult, and she kept rubbing up against me and kissing my hand. And when I started to leave, she jumped onto the second story of her cage and stuck her little paw paws through the cage. And my heart broke.
I wound up buying a George W. Bush catnip toy for my baby cats to bite and throw around the room and maybe poop on. Yay! And I bought a refillable catnip mat made by the same people. My cats love everything the people at Fat Cat Inc. make.
Yeah, so I'm taking four classes this semester. It's my last semester. Scary! I only need three classes in order to graduate and fulfill my requirements, but I need to take four classes in order to be a full-time student and maintain my scholarship and grants. I'm taking a sociology of human sexuality with this really neat Russian professor. That's my extra class. I don't need that class, but I adore the professor and his funny Russian accent. I also like my Shakespeare professor. He mentioned the WALL Britney Spears has hit in the past year. I can't even remember why it was pertinent, but he told us that he only reads the "people" section of Parade Magazine, the "horrible excuse for journalism" that comes with the newspaper every Sunday. Oh, what would I do without the Go Fug Yourself blog. ANYWAY. I have two more classes I'm taking for my psychology major: a 200-level class in social psychology with an unimpressive, young professor, and a 400-level class in abnormal juvenile psychology with a popular, but tough, professor. I think I like three out of four of my professors. That's pretty good for my final semester.
Now. What am I going to do when I graduate? I'll probably be working with a child advocacy council for a year. Then I'll apply to many grad schools and wind up in a top 10 school for social work. I'll get my MSW, and I'll do something with it, goddamn it. I decided to work for a year instead of sinking tons of cash into a school for something I might not love. Maybe I'll change my mind. Maybe I'll go back to school for library science! I don't know.
I HAVE SOME SEMBLANCE OF A PLAN. Yes. That's pretty good.
I'm going to quit typing now. I have to pee.
Postscript: I am all the day with my turn signal on. I am the only one?
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joey:
and i liked pearls set I thought it was unique..its her opinion
mistersatan:
Deal with it.