new pics

New pics by/of me are now on my flickr account. If you look at one/them, comment pleeease. Either on there or on here :)

pay attention!

No, not you. I bet you, unlike another friend of mine, know I'm self-conscious. She actually didn't believe me when I said I was. She said I don't act like I am. Umm... has she ever met me? I'm nervous/self-conscious/scared about everything! I just don't let OTHER people act that way, if they're down on themselves I try to boost them up. Doesn't mean I don't do it to myself.

:)

After a very stressful week, and a semi-stressful weekend, I'm back at school. And I'm not even upset about it, cause this week should be much better.
Oh yea, and I'm almost officially double majoring---- English + Philosophy. Yup, Philosophy! I'm so much more excited about my next semester now.

new haircut!

I had my haircut today for the first time in a whole year! And it felt so good! Not the cutting itself, but the nice shampoo job beforehand. Ahhhhh. The pics I took of it don't really show my hair, except this one:

She put a bunch of junk in my hair and used a diffuser and viola! Tons of curls! Which I like, but I couldn't wait for them to get out so my hair could do its normal thing. And now my scalp is itchy from all the gunk and I can't wait for tomorrow to just see how it looks in it's normal curly/wavy self without messing with it. All natural style.

After spring break..

I plan on being better. Yes, my grades at midterm weren't bad, you may even say pretty good, but I mean better at being me. You see, last semester I wasn't myself. I think I've changed a lot, but some of the things I've just picked up doing just aren't ME and I want to go back to how I used to be.
Examples:
I never smile at people anymore. Freshman year i'd smile and say hi to people (even if i didn't know them) as I was walking to/from class. This year I put my head down and only smile if they say hi to me and they get a 'hey' back usually. I hate that. I don't know why I stopped being friendly, but it's irritating and I'm going to have to consciously break the cycle.

I've stopped caring how I dress. This is kind of strange because I work in a financial aid office so you'd think I'd want to dress nicely since everyone else does, but it's not required and so I don't take the extra time. I think partially it's because my body's changed a bit (for the worse!) and the clothes that I think used to be nice aren't AS nice anymore and so I don't bother. However... that's going to change too. No more going to class with mainly wet hair, it has to be almost dry so it looks like i care at least enough to dry it... No more throwing on the same outfits every week... I have over 50 shirts and I only wear maybe like 8 of them... I know you're not supposed to care what you look like in college, practically everyone wears sweats, but sheesh it'd be nice to look nice every once in awhile.

Ok so that's it. 2 not major issues, but they're do-able so I shall get them accomplished and start feeling better about myself. Right? Right.

and the verdict is/was...

Five months.



The judge took the 1 month that my dad's lawyer was going for, and deducted that from the 6 months the prosecutor was going for, and calls that fair. How is that fair? That's not even splitting the difference! ugh.

But, he may get transfered to our county's jail, and then after that he's been preapproved for an ankle bracelet so... It'll just be him in there for a couple of weeks til he can get transfered. I won't complain since he (most likely) will be getting an ankle bracelet. It just sucks that the judge decided to say 5 months in jail. What if he can't get transfered and we actually do have to live without him for 5 months?

How I'm spending my Spring Vacation...

So apparently what I thought was the flu that was going around school, really wasn't what I caught. See, on Thursday I woke up feeling rather horrid, froggy throat and all. Yea well no school on Thursday let my fever-racked body rest/sleep all day, and thanks to a snowstorm and good timing, I got to go home early enough on Friday that I could sneak in with my mom to her doctor's appointment. Lo and behold, I don't have the flu. Nope. Instead I have bronchitis.
Also, my mom's heart problems turns out to be stress related, and so her immune system is down, so I'm trying not to infect her while I spend my days laying on the couch watching one of the 3 tv channels we have.
I'm getting better though. Yesterday I wouldn't have had the energy to type this, so that's saying something, isn't it?
Tomorrow we find out how long my dad goes in for...