So, I think it took me an entire day to figure out what the next topic I was going to use for my essay. I first started out with Emotional Abuse and really didn’t think I could put enough of an unbiased spin on it to actually complete it the way it should have been. Which leads me to the actual topic. “Under The Influence: The Over-Medicated Nation.” Ah HA, by golly, I think I’ve got it – heh. I’ve got to start working on that though. Can I really come up with four pages of Pharmaceutical rip-offs? Oh hell yes, I know I can! Trust me, if I could rub my hands together and give shifty eyes, I would. I swear, if I hear one more person tell me that they “lost” their narcotic, I just might land in the nut-house. This happened a lot at retail and we just sent them on their way, I don’t see as much of it on the insurance end of it, but seriously, people. Get serious, just fess up and tell me that you took more than you should.

I spent the majority of my evening doing my math homework and I think I just died a little inside. One of those questions was like, “If a falcon dives five times faster than a pheasant flies….” Turns out the equation was like 5x + x = 222 or something and we had to find out what the mph on the falcon and the pheasant were. Tomorrow I have to do the actual test (because that’s the only thing that’s graded), I’m not really looking forward to that, I’d really like to get to the mall!

It’s been so nice here lately – as evident by that photo. That was taken on the sidelight of my parents front door Thursday morning. I was wearing my Mutts pajama pants and my old “Just Ride” t-shirt and did not feel like going outside to take it.

And, in other news, I talked to a dog breeder the other night (the breed I am not saying for fear that some of those naysayers will slander me). I explained that I was not looking for a [dog] anytime in the near future, but was looking at sometime after I graduate from College. I explained (truthfully) about the situation with Keegan and said that the reason I was waiting to buy was to make sure I was financially stable enough. [They] replied that it sounded like I did what I could at the time and if anyone should be ashamed, it should be [X] and that when the time is right I would be more than welcome to [their breed]. Dude, I have waited for that moment since I was five. I don’t think I’ve mentioned this breed anywhere or to anyone, so it will come as a surprise to a select few. It is not a Greyhound nor a Labrador. I figured why spend the same amount of money and get my second (or third) choice? And yeah, I might be going on twenty-five, but you know what? I’m entitled to look for something to make me happy. Holy S—. Five years from now I’ll be Thirty. When the hell did age creap up on me?

Meme from Anne behind the cut (and since she was the last to comment, this one is going to Claudia):
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