3/28/08

I have to get ready for work.  I really don’t want to.  I hate Whataburger.  Being there is the epitome of hell.  When I die, I’ll forever be flipping burgers for a bunch of red neck trash.  Ugg.

I have to go talk to an advisor soon.  I’m thinking more and more of actually becoming pre-med.  I feel weird writing that out.  It seems too ambitious.  Its something I want very much, but the I’ll sit here and talk myself out of it.  You’re too old.  You have a kid.  You’re going to be divorced.  You only jsut started college, how can you want something so big? 

See, now?  I’ve already depressed myself.  Damnit.  I can have what I want.  Fuck, why can’t I have what I want?  I’m the one stopping me, right?

I’m so not into self affrimation.

The Doll gets her stitches out Tue at 3:30.  I’m thinking this is gonna suck.  If any of them are stuck, its going to suck real bad.  I hope they all come out easily.  I’ve already bought her some vitamin E to rub on there.  I really dont want her to be stuck with some big ass scar.  She’s jsut a baby.  Well, no not really.

Is anyone else dreading their kid turning four?  I feel so lost.  She’s not a baby.  She is going to start school eventually and she won’t be my baby anymore.  Blah.

Damn.  I need some loud ass rock right now.  I’m off to put on that ugly fucking orange uniform and make my ears bleed with my ipod.

Talk at y’all later.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.