Wow.. June was the last time I wrote on this thing. Truth be told since September 7 to now, it's has felt like one long blurry day - I started school! Actually, I started school.
I should have done this years ago but youth and ignorance told me I had "all the time in the world". Ha. Now I'm thirty-fickin'-one years old, surrounded by a bunch of teeny boppers, trying to get a degree. They're worried about recovering from the hangover they incurred from last night's 14 hour drinking marathon and I'm worried about contributing to my tax-free savings fund in light of having to pay tuition this year. Despite my grumblings, I'm glad I'm doing it - there was a time when I didn't see school in the stars for myself and I always worried about going through life without AT LEAST a bachelor degree. After all, I judge people who can't differentiate between 'they're' and 'their' and 'your' and 'you're'. Can you imagine: I'm smirking at a grammar dreg after correcting them, (I always do - it's like I have turrets - I just shout out: "IT'S Y-O-U-R, a possessive pronoun, not Y-O-U apostrophe R-E. That means 'you are'. Are you trying to say "I like you are purse" ??? Nitwit. How old are you?"). Then they humbly respond, "Wow, I wish I understood grammar like you do and I love your hair. What university did you go to?". Ouch. Mother Earth would have to open up an swallow me that instant because I probably vapourize from humiliation and start rumours about a "new race of vanishing people". I'd be mortified.
In short, I have to get my degree so I can demean others shamelessly and with authority.
Wait 'til I get my Masters!
