It's late and I've been up for a very long time at this point. (since 7am, roughly) and so my ability to spell "paradise" (even if I just did it...hmm) is broken. Or something like that.
Today was a day that rivaled all other days. A day that will go down in history as "The day that Jen B. (That would be me, folks.) got an A+ on her Biology practical naming off part of not only the heart, but the eye, ear and brain as well. Go ahead, ask me anything. I'll tell you where it is and what it's called. I can even tell you what it looks like on a sheep!
You ain't got nothing on my bicuspid. (Booya!)
In other news, I have decided Alex and Emily will both be getting stories from me for Christmas. It's something I've been toying with in my mind for quite sometime but never really knew how to make it work. Well, I finally figured it out. I commissioned someone on Subeta.net to draw me pictures for Emily's story, and soon I will have to find someone to draw me pictures for Alex's story. I'm really excited and can not stop doodlilng and scribbling out lines to the stories. I'm such a nerd.
I finally picked out my wedding dress. The dress, the one I will get married in (Or someone will die.) It's amazing how that morning I am "Oh We'll get married when I wanna stop being a kid!" to "Talk to your damn father, I wanna get married." something as simple as fabric and sequins can make you sing a completely different tune in the matter of minutes.
It's a beautiful dress, and I'm going to look like a princess. Which has always been my goal... well that and a pony.
In other news, Walmart has yet to call me. I shall call them tomorrow morning and I swear to god if Andrea's friend Nick smoking pot in the same room as me causes me to fail my drug test and not get this job, I'm going to kill him. Kill him dead. DEAD.
I don't approve of it, and yet they do it with the baby in the room. I just.. Why bother not smoking or doing drugs while you're pregnant if you're just going to expose her of it right after she's born?
I feel a bit hypocritical saying that, but it's been bothering me for a while. Like, really bothering me. Part of me really wants to call child services and tell them whats going on, but another part of me thinks "Is foster care really going to do anything for this baby?" and If I take it... oh who am I kidding what the fuck am I going to do with a three month old infant? It would only make my brother and Andrea hate me, and quite possibly piss my father off as well.
I don't need family drama. I get enough of that at the dinner table.
God, when that kid is 15 and smoking pot and drinking... we'll all know why. The circle is only broken if your parents start you off the right way. Sorry Dad, but it's true. At least I got a break and moved out here so I wasn't watching anyone do anything. But Sandra? She's being immersed in it now, which means her chances of growing up to be someone successful? Slim to none. Lets just hope she not only looks like her aunt, but has the same brains her aunt does.