Iiiiit's that time of year again. Exam time, final crunch time. I've gotten one paper and one exam out of the way, so that's good. One more ten page paper and my psych exam tomorrow to worry about. Then I am FREE and -- need to figure out what to do over the summer.

Bleah, I'm so damn tired. I'm so ready for school to be over. Next year should be groovy, though. I have two French classes, and two detective fiction classes (on of which is also a French class). And random Sociology. I was going to take Math this summer, but the timing didn't work out.

In happier news, my school had free, professional massages today. Ten minutes of delightfulness. The lady who did me was like, "Wow, I know we're just supposed to relax you and not try to fix you, but when I see a neck like yours I can't help it." My muscles are crazytense in my neck. She asked me if it was okay if she used some -- muscle relaxing ointment or something, or shifted the head rest, or whatever. At that point, she could have had a broom in the small of my back, her fingers up my nostrils, and be pulling in opposite directions and I could not have cared less. It felt really amazing.

Though of course I'm ruining it all by being flopped on my stomach with my computer, but I just fail like that.

So yeah, I guess just letting you all know that I'm not dead. I'm just -- crazy busy for the next thirty hours or so.

Okay -- Hamlet paper time. Wish me luck! Oy. :\

Just a note that this isn't about anyone specifically, just general frustration of the world at large.

People amaze me sometimes. Just -- how amazingly... dumb people can be. I know that's unfair of me, there have just been a lot of moments this week that made me stop and go, "... really?" Some people, I wonder how they function in society. Gracious me.

I'm a little worried as to how this will affect my Student Leader class next fall (it's like a TA, only less important and there are more of us per class). Incoming Freshmen frighten me, just a little. Though the ones I met at Roo Camp yesterday seemed okay.

Wish me luck with my upcoming endeavors as a Freshman mentor, or lord XD

But true :|

God apparently likes me today. My friend Chica gave me a cupcake for White Day, which made me happy.

No class on Friday, woohoo! And then Spring Break after that.

I went to get a bottle of water from the vending machine, and it gave me the water and a Diet Coke.

Life is halfway decent today despite getting only three hours of sleep. I have crap to worry about for Wednesday, but I don't... feel like worrying right now :)

Weather madness over this way. This is a picture I stole off the weather website because I can't get mine off my phone XD



That's what it looked like here Thursday and Friday last week. Crazyness, yeah? Four or five inches of snow. In March. In Texas. People were wandering around going "What on EARTH is that?" In their James Mason voices, "Jeezy Creezy, what on EARTH is that?"

Only a teensy bit of snow left now. Alas XD

amything: *blinks at Discovery News headline*
amything: "Pregnant Teens Common Among Dinosaurs"
meemsers: ... uh --
tyriangalley: .....
amything: That's what it says.
meemsers: Like -- teen dinosaurs or.... teens... living amongst dinosaurs?
amything: I think -- teen dinosaurs.
meemsers: It's those damn bad boy T-Rexes, I bet. The girls go crazy for them and next thing they know they're knocked up and he's headed out of town to find some hot young velociraptor to replace them with. It's a shame, really.
meemsers: ... I think that's the strangest sentance I've ever typed.
tyriangalley: ....XDDD
tyriangalley: NOW I HAVE MENTAL IMAGES OF T-REXS AS THE T-BIRDS.
tyriangalley: THANK YOU, MEEMS.


Crossposted at amything's journal. Maybe between us, we'll make Metaquotes XD

ETA: I LIED! I SEE IT NOT AT HER JOURNAL! :O Maybe she'll post it later, cuz she said she would XD

Wow, what's with me and emo entries lately? Three in a row. I promise the next one will be more cheerful, or something.

I've had Dixie since I was eight -- she was my eighth birthday present, actually. She's my baby, I was the one who took care of her those first few weeks. I got up to take her out, I fed her, her crate stayed next to my bed so I could hear her if she started crying. She grew up so fast -- paws first. Her paws have always been a little too big for her.

This year was the first year she couldn't jump off the end of the dock to go after a tennis ball. She'd wade in the water a little, but couldn't do much more. She's had bad arthritis for a few years now, the doctors all said it was the worst they'd ever seen. My poor baby. She's been so stiff lately, we were all worried about her. And she wrenched her shoulder this summer, so we thought maybe it hadn't healed properly. So mom took her to the doctor this morning to get some x-rays. And it turns out she has bone cancer. My baby. Has bone cancer. We're going over to the vet sometime soon. I don't know if we're going to put her down or not, mom didn't say. It might be better, so she doesn't have to be in pain anymore.

I'm sorry for all these depressing entries, and thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. I really do appreciate them.


( Mini picspam, because my baby is beautiful )


Update: We're meeting with the surgeon tomorrow to see what they'd recommend. We're likely going to amputate, but we're looking at all the options. Cross your fingers for us.

-- BEING PACKED IN WITH FERTALIZER AND FUEL OIL PUSHED OVER A CLIFF BY A SUICIDAL MICKEY MOUSE! I'VE GOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTA --

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-- GOTTAGOTTAGOTTAGOTTA FIND A WAY!

I don't even like that song very much. It just seems appropriate. I -- need to get out of this house. Mom's driving me crazy. I just -- aaaaaugh. She's on me about packing, which is fine. I leave in four days PRAISE THE LORD. But apparently I worry her. Because I got shitty directions to my friend's house. I couldn't remember exactly how to get there, so I looked on mapquest, right? Well it gave me the wrong Shady Hill. I ended up in East Dallas instead of North Dallas. And -- of course, my brother told my mom this and she bitched me out about it. She said it makes her worry and think I don't know what's going on. And she's not sure I'm ready to drive, because I won't drive with her. ... well yeah, because she'd backseat drive the whole time and make me freak out. But no, that shows I'm immature. What the fuck.

I'm -- running away to New York, I swear. I'll live with my aunt, she's barely there, it'll be great. I'll be an actress and work at Starbucks until I make it. Who's with me?

If I killed myself -- or studied business -- no more parents spitting up on my career. So are you showing? Where's this going? Home for Christmas? Not this year!

Life is such shit sometimes, you know? My neighbour -- possibly the single nicest man in the world, is sick. Very very sick. Might not pull through sick. Dammit -- he's a great dad, he's a nice neighbour. Just -- really good at the DNA level. Always willing to help out. Lets people use his guest house all the time. Good Christian, drives a Prias... and last year, their daughter almost died. Can they not get a fucking break? It makes me so mad I want to cry.

Hallo hallo, all. First off, I'm insanely jealous of my friend Krissy and her talent. And thusly I would like to pimp this lovely piece of ass art. Enjoy, it is Sirius and it is gorgeous. It's Siriusly gorgeous! :D

The day started out normally enough. I got up, went to class, came home, started homework.

And that's when I heard about the zombies.

I thought, "No problem, I'm not next door to any cemetaries -- I'll be fine, right?"

Then my dad got home from work, looking a little paler than usual. He suggested that we go driving together... in a cemetary. I wouldn't have thought anything of it had his left arm not fallen to the floor at that precise moment.

So here I am in my room, door locked, under my desk, typing this to you all. I hope I make it through the night. I hope my dad doesn't infect anyone else. I hope I don't have to walk to school tomorrow...

... my dog wanted in. He's watching me, head cocked to the side, whimpering. He looks kind of grey...



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