it’s been a while….

I can’t believe it’s been over six months since I posted in my blog!  I suck.  So bad.  I’m sorry to any readers out there who were wondering what the heck happened to me.

Not a whole lot has happened in the past six months, really.  I did my internship at the accounting firm downtown (which was amazing), found out I wouldn’t be working full-time at my full-time job (which sucked), and became single again for the first time in a long time (which also sucked).

The internship was by far one of the greatest things I have done.  Ever.  It helped me to realize that even though I kind of pretty much hate learning about accounting in class, I really do like doing the work.  I’m hoping it will make me a better student who might want to actually, oh, I don’t know, study.  I know, right?  Studying?  While in college?  What an unheard of concept!  It’s just that school always came natural to me and I never had to work hard to get decent grades, so when I don’t understand a certain subject (such as the one I decided to major in) it’s really hard for me to hunker down and actually study.  I need to, though.  This is what I want to do, if not for the rest of my life, at least until I figure out what I do want to do when the rest of my life happens.

The worst part of my internship was finding out towards the end that my full-time job wouldn’t be able to give me full-time hours due to the suckiness of the economy.  That and they decided to give all the hours to the students who all went away for school and aren’t studying pharmacy and will therefore never work in a pharmacy again when they graduate.  Instead of giving them to me, who has been with the company for over seven years and at that particular pharmacy for two and does plan to work there some after I graduate.  And who doesn’t live with mommy and daddy (OK, well, I kinda do, but really, she lives with me so it doesn’t count.  Right?).  And has had to make her own way in this world since she was 19 years old.  So, now I’m torn between trying to find another job and trying to find a cosignor for a HUGE student loan so I can afford to live until I graduate next year.  Both daunting and seemingly impossible tasks these days.

And the single thing?  It happened.  It sucked.  I’m over it (not really, but I definitely don’t want to talk about it anymore).  I’m trying to move on.  Sometimes life just doesn’t turn out the way you planned.

I’m in summer classes right now.  Intermediate Accounting I and Intro to Forensic Science.  The science one is actually very interesting and I’m really enjoying it.  The accounting not so much.  I take it because I have to.  It will totally be worth it some day.

Speaking of class…..I’m off to listen to the accounting one online some more.  Saving grace is that at least I don’t have to sit in the class room.  I can totally sit at home and watch it online!  Yay!

is that your final answer?

I have my second to last final today.  I can’t wait for this semester to be over, since it has been my toughest since returning to school .  I’m exhausted from sleeping too little in order to study for these finals.  I had three of them on Tuesday!

I’m sitting on campus (freezing to death!) reading many chapters in my Classical Mythology book to get ready for my test in two and a half hours.  I decided not long ago that after this test I’m going straight to the ‘Cash for Books’ table in the breezeway by the library and selling this book.  It’s not that I don’t like the book; it’s actually very well written and relatively entertaining (every story somehow relates back to sex and it even mentions Freud – I think the author may be a sex fiend), I just really need some cash right now.  Stupid holidays and not being able to pay my bills on time when I got robbed.

Speaking of that robbery, I get to meet with the prosecutor again next Wednesday to go over the case again and listen to my 911 call.  I really don’t want to do that.  I can relive that night well enough just by thinking about it.  I don’t need recorded evidence to bring any of it back.  Plus, really, I get emotional enough when I hear random 911 calls on all the cop shows and forensic investigator shows I watch.  What will I do when it’s my own voice I hear on the other end of the line?  Probably freak right out.  Maybe I can get some Valium or Xanax from the doctor.  She’ll understand, right?  Right??

Oh well, enough procrastinating.  I have lots more chapters to read and many slides to go over in the next couple hours.  One more final after this.  Finance on Monday night, which I’m not worried about at all since we get to use two pages of notes and I’m really good at shrinking slides and writing out entire problems so tiny that I can hardly read them.

Wish me luck!

Cool Handmade Green Bags

Colleen over at living life one day at a time is hosting a contest to give away VOLK! Apostle Totes.

These totes are handmade, green, and adorable!  They’re made from curtains, army blankets, bedsheets, airplane blankets, wool sheeting…pretty much anything that can be sewn into a tote bag.

A VOLK! Apostle Tote would make a great Christmas gift for that hard-to-buy-for person or for the person who has everything.  Perfect for carrying as a purse or to take purchases home from the store without using yet another plastic bag that will most likely just be thrown away as soon as you get home, these bags are very versatile and stylish!

Check out Colleen’s blog and Danny Volk’s Etsy shop to learn more about the contest or to check out the different styles of totes.

‘Cause I ain’t been nuttin’ but bad

A Christmas Story for people having a bad day

When four of Santa’s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.

Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum.. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of l ittle glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said very cheerfully, ‘Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?’

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.