This is war

So I'm in the bathroom, peeing, and Travass comes in there and asks me something. It goes without saying that I had a smartass reply. This is what I got in response:



I told him there would be payback, at any given time. Hey, shaving cream burns like a bitch!

Sweet sweet revenge:





Maddox thought it was cool too. Or maybe he just wanted to eat it?



And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a prank war in our house.

This will be ugly.

Nervous breakdown #2 is looming on the horizon

I'm at the end of my rope. For reals. And I'm not the only one. A couple of girls left school in tears today.

I know that I'm smart. I know that people graduate from here all the time.

It still doesn't make me feel any better.

I'm having information thrown at me left and right, and all I feel like saying is "Dude, wait, what?"

I have 5 FUCKING TESTS next week, and there still may be more.

I can't do it. I just can't do it.

The nursing process, head-to-toe assessments, inhibitors, calculating the IV flow rate, pre-op, inhibitors, amphetamines, bioavailability, agonists, antagonists, and where to shave for surgery.

That's just a taste of the shit I "learned" today. Multiply that by about infinity.

Icing on the cake? A few of us got sent out of class and docked an hour because we were QUIETLY helping eachother with math, but the other screaming bitches didn't even get in trouble. That's fucking fair.

Today I am seriously contemplating a job at McDonald's. Just the thought of going back to school next week makes me want to curl in a ball and whimper.

Day 2-Nervous Breakdown #1

I have had a hellish day. I don't even know where to begin.

The day started out normal enough, if not a bit boring.

The days wears on and the bitchy get bitchier and the obnoxious more obnoxious.

We elected class officials today. Only one position was of any interest to me and that was "historian", which in our school is just a glorified picture-taker and bulletin board maker. I don't have time for extracurriclur activities, so I didn't even nominate myself. Some 40-some-odd-year old lady got it. She likes to scrapbook. So, my wheels start turning and I'm thinking of being helpful. I find her after school and ask her what kind of camera she has. Some kind of HP digital thing. So, being the nice person I am, I sweetly offer to bring my camera to take pictures, thinking that I would be able to get better pictures for her(even if she was wielding the camera). She gives me a snotty, condescending reply about how she has a nice camera and goes on about doing the pictures in sepia. Yeah, I have that on my camera too. That's the last time I try to be nice. I guess she thought I was playing the "I'm better than you" game, but I wasn't at all. It seems silly, yes, but you had to have been there.

Ok, back up a bit.

My last class in the afternoon is Pharmacology. This is probably the single most difficult class in the entire program. You'd be hard put to find someone who disagrees.(I might, but I can't be sure yet) Anywho, since starting school way back when, we've heard nothing but bad things about this class and how hard it is. We've all been tweaking out about it ever since. The double whammy in this is that we are taking it in the summer, which means that this holy terror of a class is being shoved up our ass in 7 weeks. 20 of us had minor anxiety attacks in class this afternoon worrying about this class. We just started freaking out about how much work, studying and so on, and most of all, worrying that we'll fail. This is the class that many fail. We're apsolutely terrified.

So this happened, then the scrapbooking she-bitch happened. Add to that stressing all day about the mutliple tests we are already looking at in the next week, homework, and all the self-absorbed, loud-mouthed, sadistic, cruel classmates, and you have a Cheese with a headache and a foul mood.

The school day finally is over. Phew. Not.

I'm finally out of there, but first I have to go to Barnes & Nobles to get a book for school that the school bookstore didn't carry. This part of the trip wasn't unbearable, but it was 100 fucking degrees out. I had to drive all the way across freaking Shreveport to get there. It was most uncomfortable and sweaty. I get to the bookstore, locate and purchase the book without difficulty, and leave. I can finally go get my baby boy! I drive all the way across Shreveport and alllllll the way to Bossier, heading towards Haughton, all on on I-20. I get practically a hop, skip, and a fart from my exit, and BAM! Total and complete traffic standstill. In 100 degree weather. Fuck.that.shit.

At this point I'm trying to frantically call Travis, my mom, anyone because I'm crying, frustrated and have to keep myself from leaping out of my car and into oncoming traffic on the other side of the 20. This day cannot get any worse, right? You'd be wrong.

I finally get my aunt on the phone and she allows me vent, scream, cry, and bitch, all the while giving me encouragement. I lurve that woman. I got it all out and felt marginally better. That's a lot with how my day went today. When I first got her on the phone, I had turned around to go back the other way on the interstate(using that little strip of dirt that cops use to sit and wait for its prey) because I was not going to sit and fry for 3 hours waiting on traffic. I don't even know if there was an accident or anything, just that it was a complete jam. Suddenly I realize that I'm still on I-20 and back in Shreveport. In all my crying and whining, I failed to exit off the interstate. I have another little temper tantrum over this. You can't blame me, it's 100 degrees, I'm thoroughly sick of driving, and I'm already upset. I turn around and head back. I get off the interstate and use another one of the routes to get to daycare. I manage to get behind every slow old fuck that's been born since 1900. I have that kind of luck. Suddenly, yet again, I find that I have passed my turnoff. YET AGAIN, I turn around and get back on track. Finally, I arrive.

I walk to her door, thinking only about how just one smile from my love can make this day better. One thing did go right today. I got smiles, hugs, and big slobbery kisses. This, my friends, is Cheese heaven. My son melts my heart.

That was my day today. I have homework to do and tests to study for, but in the end, Maddox heals all. I'm still tired and crabby, but just looking at him eases most of my tension. He makes me realize that even though having a baby in the middle of college may not be ideal, he was most definitely worth it. Best decision I ever made.

Gonna go me a little more lovin' before I start my school work.

Soothed by slobber and gummy,two-toothed smiles,
Cheese

It has begun

Today was the first day of school. I cried all the way to daycare when I was dropping Mini-Cheese off. I also cried all the way to school. He didn't seem too fazed.

School was a fucking circus. I thought the previous class I had been in was bad. This one takes the cake. My class was full of rude, loudmouthed jackasses, and a few bullies. This one has double.

I have a few friends in there with me though, a small consolation.

The best part? A girl I was in class with last time is in my fucking class again. We had words last fall and it ended in me sneaking off to cry. What kind of bitch fucks with a nice pregnant girl. That bitch does. And she's back.

I also already have homework and a test this week.

I'm going to go nap now and pretend that I don't have to do all this shit again tomorrow.

I have totally lost it

Yesterday I was cleaning up around the house. No big deal. All of a sudden, I feel something slide down my leg under my sweatpants. I immediately start screamning, jumping around, and proceed to tear off my pants. You're thinking there was some massive bug in my pants right? Wrong.

I had forgotten that I had put my chapstick in the waistband of my sweatpants so that I wouldn't lost track of it. The damn thing just slid down my pants.

Yep, I've reached a new kind of special.

Fucking hypocrites

So, as I stated, I drove to MIL's house to see if I could figure out the deal with my internet. On the way home I was driving behind a taxi cab. We get to some rail road tracks and this dude not only stops and looks both ways several times, but also puts his hazard lights on. Now, I'm all for safety on the road, but the idiot then proceeds do 50mph, at least, in a 35mph.

The lesson of the day?

Railroads tracks are not safe, but speeding is.

You know you have an internet problem when....

You spend an hour freaking out because your internet stopped working and then you drive all the way to your MIL's house to see if it's because you didn't pay a bill or something.

I can't even tell you how upset I was. It's sad, I know. But tonight is my last night of sitting up late farting around on the computer. I doubt I'll even have time for this on the weekends because I'll have so much homework and crap for school.

I seriously have a headache from this shit. I need a beer. And apparently a new hobby.

And another story about my trip to MIL's to come.......

Why I hate taking my car.....

Travis: Oh my god, it's touching cotton!

Me:What the hell does that mean?

Travis:You know, it's touching cotton.....

Me:And I still don't know what that means....

Travis:Oh man, that's gonna stink.....

Me:Oh my god, what the fuck? Did whatever smelly thing that crawled up your ass just make its bid for freedom?!?

Travis:That means I gotta crap.

Name a popular Disney characterer.....

Roadrunner!!!!!

Really? Seriously??? What fucking box did you crawl out from under?

I DVR Family Feud everyday(I know you are in awe of how cool I am. Shut up.) and Travis and I were watching one of the episodes tonight. I don't know where the hell they find these people.

Another one was "Name one thing you're glad you only have 1 of" and the answer: A Jump

rope!!

What the fuck are you thinking about during this game that causes you to say jump rope??? I really want to know.

I ordered an external flash for my camera today. I do believe I creamed my pants. *drool*

Only a week and 3 days before I start school. I'm so sad.

Ok one more. "What are things people rent?" Answer: Clothes!! says the intelligent blond woman........

I had a dream....

A really weird dream.

I dreamed that Mars came to visit me. She was smoking(bad Cheese for dreaming that) and then I decided to have a cigarette too. Then we were in my house for a little bit looking at something(I can't remember what) and it was really dark in my house for some reason. That's all I got for that part.

Next, we went to a play that was about reincarnation, karma, and heaven. Joaquin Phoenix ascended into heaven, but we found him in the lobby. Yes, the lobby. It was like a cool magic trick or something. We were in such awe.

I know where the "reincarnation, karma, and heaven" part comes from. I've been in and out of a debate type thread on the BHB for a few days, so that explains that. That does not, however, explain Joaquin Phoenix. I'm a fan, think he's sexy, but he was not on my mind lately. I don't get it.

I registered for school today(well, yesterday now), so it's pretty final. All I have to do is pay for it. I'm still feeling unhappy about leaving my baby, but the summer semester is only weeks long and we get a nice break before fall. No clinicals in the summer either.

No clinicals=Cheese not wiping old people butts=yay.

My car broke down today(yesterday, whatever) in the middle of the busiest street int he city in the middle of the worst traffic of the day. Can you say panic attack? I can say Xanax. Some nice men helped me push the car out of the street. My FIL had to come get us because the fucking thing wouldn't start. It was 90 fucking degrees and I was sweatin' like a whore in church. My poor baby got all red-faced too. We survived though.

Ahh, my spawn calls.