I Started This Journey Ages Ago

It's graduation time again. And I'm sad about it, again.

All my friends are graduating, and I should've graduated last year.

But! December 2016, I graduate with my Associates. (I have to take six classes in order to graduate and I kind of hate myself for it.)

I honestly never thought the day would come, and it still feels awfully far away. It will be here before I know it, though. And then in the spring of 2017, I start at my four-year institution.

Not much has changed in these parts. Made some new friends, lost some friends. Some losses made me sad, and some losses made me say "thank fucking goodness."

I still struggle with writing daily, but I am done making excuses for not writing here. When I write, I write. And if I don't, so be it.

I'm still around, though.

This is fluff at best, barely worth reading, but if you read it—thank you. I missed you.

sometimes life throws you a curveball (or seven)

Disclaimer: I've been trying to write this blog post for something close to a year now. Last time I looked at it, it was maybe... March? So, I'm just going to pick up where I left off I guess.

I have a habit of being really excited about writing for this little blog of mine and then falling right out of the bloggosphere. To be fair, this time, I have a valid medical reason to not be writing. (On the same token, all I did was lay on a couch for two weeks straight, so I probably could have mustered something up in between sleeping ;) but oh well!) So let's get down to the nitty gritty. 

First things first (I'm the realest), the medical reason. I can't remember if I've ever talked about this on here, but well over a year ago in March of 2013, I woke up in the middle of the night with the worst possible pain I've ever felt in my back. As soon as I could, I went to the doctor and asked her specifically (at the recommendation of B's mom, who is a nurse) if the pain I felt had to do with my gallbladder while describing the pain I felt and where I felt it. Doc said "nothing to worry about, probably a pinched nerve," and I put it out of my mind because it didn't happen again for a long time. Then, surprise!, it started happening again, albeit sporadically. For pretty much the whole month of October, there were at least one day every week where this happened, if not more, finally culminating in the "OH MY GOD MY INSIDES ARE LAVA" feeling the propelled me out of sleep at 4am screaming on the 19th. I barely made it through and made it to work but I was one wrong movement way from either being in excruciating pain or barfing. Luckily, the managers took pity on me and let me go home. I fell asleep in my car in the driveway seconds after getting home because I was so exhausted. The next day, I called out of work and had B take me to an urgent care.

Really late updates, woo!

Well, howdy, y'all! It's been a while. I say this every time I fall off the face of the blogging world, and I don't know why I do it. I know I've been gone, and I really do mean to post, but 10,000 other things seem to take precedence for some reason. But they're good things!

I don't plan on this being in order of importance, but rather whatever comes to mind first.

So, anyone out there have a Bath & Body Works candle that you love, but it gets down to that teeny little quarter-inch of wax left that you can no longer burn? Do you also have a wax warmer? Well then, you're in luck! I have a post coming up as soon as I burn through my next BBW candle on how to depot them so that you can use the jar for whatever you please AND still use the leftover wax for scent still. I depotted one, but forgot to take pictures, so... Better to do another one to with pictures. Unless you would like to see a video of me doing it? Comment down below and let me know what you guys are thinking!

On top of that, I recently started school. It hasn't been so bad, actually. I love my history professor. She seems pretty on par with my high school history teacher (who was the best history teacher, ever). My math professor is a lot like my high school math teacher in the way that he is really old, and he says "okay" after most things he says, just like my old math teacher did.
After my first Tuesday class, I went to talk to the professor running the school newspaper to try and join, and to make a long story short... In the matter of 30 minutes, he professed his love for me and made me the Lifestyle Editor for the paper! Good kickoff to school, don't ya think?! I'm pretty proud of that one.

Another great thing that happened, too, was that I landed a dog walking job. Oh my great golly gosh, these are some of the cutest puppies I've ever seen. Sweet, too. and the people I'm working for are so nice! My one boss reminds me of John Green, mixed with Hank a little (not a bad thing, in case you see this, Jack!) I have yet to meet his wife though. It's like she's the Yeti! And now I have officially lost everyone who isn't a nerdfighter.

Anyway, I think that's it for tonight. I'm pretty pooped and I have to be up at at 6:45 for class. I promise that my posts will be less few and far between. Perhaps the next post will be of the craft I made for me new bosses! Hope all is well you you tonight—

School Daze...

If I close my eyes really tight and sit still for a second, I can almost feel myself walk in the bus area door. I can see and feel that same blue carpet that I walked on for ten years under my feet. I can see the wood paneling that hasn't graced those walls for a good two years.

A quick walk through the slightly dark foyer (that isn't dark anymore) with the big chandelier that I once kicked with a soccer ball by accident. Did I mention that isn't there anymore? The chandelier was removed to give way for recessed lighting to brighten up the space. A quick wave to the office ladies as I walk by their offices. I'd be seeing them soon.

A walk down the hallway that seemed to stretch on forever, waving quick hellos to everyone who passed me by, running my hand along the wood paneling that would soon be no more. Being and office aide, everyone seemed to at least recognize my face, you know, with my popping in and out of all the classes.

Walking outside to get to gym class.

The smell of the lunch room. The sound of the lunch room, a-buzz with loud and raucous chatter.

Feeling relief walking down that long hallway one last time to get to the bus to go home. Or to your car in the Senior parking lot. Waving good bye to Brother Newman at the end of the day...

Life Center Academy has changed a lot in the ten years that I was there. So many construction projects have made it what it is today. Occasionally, nostalgia takes a hold of me, and I can remember what old LCA was like. Yes, change is good. But sometimes, it's nice to take a trip down memory lane and remember what, or who, was there.

That's all for today... I'm not feeling too great, honestly. I don't even want to be on the computer (and as an internet junkie, that is a huge thing for me to say)! I've been sick off and on for the past month, getting worse feeling the past week. I have bloodwork on Monday, so hopefully that can help figure things out. It's kind of sad, I'm actually getting excited for bloodwork, even though it scares me. I just want to get better. :/ I wish there was a way that it could be done without hurting me, that's all.