Possums

Once upon a time.....

I came home after working at Arby's and hanging out with the Best Friend. When I got home I went to get some yogurt from the fridge. It was dark in the house because it was late and my parents were in bed. So I didn't turn any lights on, I just used the fridge light. I turned around after getting my yogurt from the fridge and opening it. When I turned around to head towards the trash can there was a small furry creature standing starring at me. It was a possum.

I starred at him for a few seconds to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Then I said, "You realize I can see you right?" (Yes. I did talk to the possum.) It just stood there starring at me with its beady little eyes darting back and forth.

I then preceeded to go and wake up my dad so that he could get the possum.. So he got out of bed and got it.

A few hours later....

There is a knock on my bedroom door. My dad had found another possum under their bed. Possum #2.

A couple days later....

I was doing the dishes, and went to get a dish towel from the drawer. (I always throw a towel over my shoulder when I do dishes or cook. I think I get that from my daddy.) So I open up the drawer, and pull out a dish towel. And under that dish towel was ANOTHER possum. Possum #3. It hissed at me, and showed its teeth. After I yelped like a little girl and slammed the drawer closed, I laughed for a good 5 minutes.

My dad found 4 more possums outside the house that week before he caught the Mama possum. Grand total of 8 possums.

I ran across a picture of one of the possums today, thats why I chose to tell you this story.

Finals

What a week.

Semester is over. Just waiting on final grades now. I worked hard this semester so no matter what my final grades are, I'm proud of myself. I've never really put a whole lot of effort into my education until this semester. So even though it was Ivy Tech, I still made an effort to maintain good grades.

I only had one professor that I'm not sure if I liked him or not. I liked the rest all right. And the professor I didn't think I liked in the beginning of the semester I turned out liking. Learned a lot in that class. One of those hands on classes, so it wasn't like I had to sit through a lecture and try and pay attention. I got to learn by doing. So I liked that. Learned I don't really care too much about Adobe Illustrator, but I really like photoshop. Indesign was meh....I don't actually plan on going into graphic design though anyway. However, its a good thing to minor in when you are majoring in Theater.

I'm not even sure if I have stated this as a forsure thing on here yet, but after I finish up at Ivy Tech, I will be transferring into Lipscomb University. My major will be theater education, and the graphic design certificate that I'll have from Ivy Tech will transfer in as a minor.

Went to Nashville a few weeks ago to meet with people about all of that. Found out I get more scholarship money than I realized. So I was pretty pumped about that. I think maybe I've already said that.

But yea...Lipscomb. It was time to make a plan instead of hoping that something would just fall in my lap. I'm actively working on a plan. It's weird. Being an adult is weird. But I guess a good weird. 

Change is good.

Dear Anonymous

Dear Anonymous (iub2807),

The reason that your comments are not being posted is because I do not allow anonymous comments. I'm all about negative comments, as long as you are willing to own up to it. But you, my friend, are a spinless coward. You are the kind of person that hits someone in the back of the head and then runs away like a little girl. It is a little ironic that you are making reference to me staying in my 'safe little bubble' when it is you who is hiding. When you decide you would like to stop being a coward and have a real discussion about the blog, then I would love to post your comments. Until then, your comments will not be posted.

Slone

I am an Italian...Listen to my accent

I probably have the most amazing best friend ever. She called to check on me twice this week. It's been a slightly rough week.

The other night at work I started thinking about my high school psychology class. I have psychology on the mind because I have a test on Monday and an "extra credit" paper due on Monday. So there isn't room for much of anything else in there until after my test Monday. Anyway....My sophomore year of high school I took psychology, and we had a student teacher for a little while. His name was Jason Hoynackie (Spelling on that is defiantly wrong). We called him Hoynak. He was a real awkward fello. Very little hair on his head and lots and lots of hair on his arms. When he would walk to the projector he would have this little strut that we all liked to imitate so well. Miss Debbie had told him when he started that he could chose any lesson from the book that he wanted to cover as long as we hadn't already gone over it. He chose the chapter over stress. All of his examples were about his car radio being stolen out of his car, or going on vacation with his girl friend. The day of the test roles around, and Hoynak didn't show up to give the test. Come to find out, he found that teaching was too stressful and couldn't handle the pressure. Ironic? I think so.

I have a lot to accomplish in the next few days. I have a test to study for. A paper to write. A test to finish. A presentation to get ready. A tutorial to finish. A critic of my wicked awesome final project for the class with Given. Some subbing to do. Some smoothie making to do. And a birthday to celebrate.

Destiny is turning 7 on Sunday. It's so weird. The time has gone by so fast, and she is growing up so fast. 7 years. It's so weird. She asked me for a Fashion Barbie and Silly String for her birthday. So guess what she got. A fashion barbie and silly string. The kid has me wrapped around her finger.

I probably shouldn't have kids. I'm kind of a push over. 

Ps...Sleep and I are not getting along. Not good. I need sleep. I can not think clearly or speak coherently.

Tuesday night I spoke with an Italian accent for a couple of hours. And continue to do so. I'm just saying, I need some sleep.

Expectations, procrastinations, and awkward situations

I've felt alot of emotions over the past few months. Some excitement and a lot of exhaustion. Anger, sadness, pride.

Most days I either feel really worthless or really useful. Not a whole lot of middle ground.

Believe it or not my selfworth is pretty low.

I'm really hard on myself though. So I realize that the way I see things aren't always true. Thats cause Satan likes to try and trip me up. He is tricky like that.

Despite the fact that I am a huge procrastinator, I'm doing really well in my classes. I've had to work my butt off and work harder than I ever have before, but I am doing well. I know I have at least one reader who thinks Ivy Tech is a joke, but it is school and you still have to work to get good grades.

I was in Nashville last weekend for a 'Random Dissappearance'. While I was there, I met with some different people at Lipscomb. It went really well. I found out that I will be able to get more scholarships than I thought so I was pretty pumped about that. Plus I got to spend the weekend with CallieAnn and Nikki. Plus I got to spend time with JB and Liz, who might be two of the funniest people I know.

Sometimes I feel guilty for wanting more than this town. Sometimes that is my own doing and sometimes its the doing of the people around me. I get mixed comments on me attending Lipscomb. Some peopl are questionable about it because I've never finished anything I started, and it would be an expensive mistake. Some people just don't want me to leave. Some don't want me at Lipscomb. While others think its a great idea, and that I'm doing the right thing. Not only with going to Lipscomb, but with finishing at Ivy Tech. I'm taking the steps I need to be taking,  and I'm putting the time into it.

I just really want to be away from this place. Most days I feel alone. I don't really have any friends that around. I just don't fit here. I'm sure thats just Satan getting in my head again. But thats what I feel like most days. A miss fit.

Anyway.....bummer of a post. But there are good things happening right now. Things to look forward to. Goals to push towards. I just have to keep pushing.

Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming.