Just another day in para...para something.

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.

Socks and their failure..

It's a bit late for me considering the time I woke up this morning. But thanks to a two hour nap after school I'm ok for at least another hour. My socks are not keeping my feet warm, which is strange since thats their like one goal. Stupid socks.

I do believe I failed my biology practical today, since I had no idea what anything was and guessed for a good 95% of it. Bu I'll bounce back, I am a genius after all.
Met with the english group, our paper is done.. Only 2 more things need to be done to it and one of those things is "Printing it out" so this is fantastic. I have to throw a paragraph in about the tabulations of the survey but I can bullshit that so fast.

John sent me some lovely flowers today. They were meant to be a secret until I told him my Mom and I were mocking him, causing him to spill the beans because he assumed thats what we were mocking him for. These flowers are absolutely stunning, and if I had the motivation to get off my fat ass, I totally would. I would take a picture and post it here for all of you to admire.
But instead I'm going to marvel at them from my seated position and hope tomorrow when I'm standing I remember to grab the camera.

Speaking of John, He's here in a week. Monday next week his plane gets in after seven, which means I have to go and pick him up from the airport. Or I could just make him hop on the bus and come out here so I don't have to drive any futher than need be. This may be a much better plan. I shall ponder it.

But I am super excited about him being here again. I miss the boy like crazy and my car really needs to be cleaned. Yup, thats how I convey my love for him. "I miss him and really need him to clean my car." I am nothing but romance and smoothness. Thats me. They call me "Doctor Loveeeee" around the watercooler. Not that anywhere I go has one, so more like the water fountain. God, I'm rambling. Im rambling so badly. Someone, come, smack me.

Oh and things I never want to hear my mother say again: "What Boner can I pull now?"
I had to tell her a few times to never ever ever ever say that again. EVER. Woman had NO IDEA what it meant and I wanted to keep it that way.
But good lord, next time you show your age and how unhip you are, please wait until I'm not chewing food.

THANKS MOMMY.