GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!

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Oh, it's you.
Why hello there random person reading my new blog.

A blog is like an egg, you have to keep it nurtured, warm, and ...make sure you know where you left it so you don't accidentally sit on it? No, wait, that doesn't apply to blogs.

Well whatever, you've found mine.

I sez to myself today I sez "Honey dawl, you say stupid things to amuse yourself. Maybe you should write them down somewhere and then post them publicly on the internet for people to scrutinize and notice your terrible grammar and speeling. I ewes werdz gewd." The last part I just said to myself because I think I'm funny.

So, what's the deal with this shit, you ask? Mind you're own fucking God damned business! Wait, right, I'm writing a blog. It IS your business.

Welp, I'm old. Or some variation of old. I've already been through college once, FIVE FUCKING YEARS AGO (paaaaaah! <---sound of me deflating). In recent history, my job shifted, and while I knew I needed to go back and do something to better myself, it really shifted me into high gear.

Since last October I've been going to school part-time, working full-time as a research technician and running a small business part-time on the side. You want to see someone who has lost her fucking mind? It's this girl right here. All work, no play make me go something something.

I actually just took a month of. I got a few acceptance letters into different Universities and Colleges near me, then waves farewell to my job. Or more so said "Fuuuuuuck this!" threw some post-it notes at the gross staff room fridge and then flounced out.

So now here I am. I've given up my single middle income for student loans, my 'Do-whatever-the-fuck-I-feel-like-when-I-feel-like-it" lifestyle. Eeeep. I can already feel my savings dwindling away. But this is all for the greater good right? No seriously, it is.

Here's the deal though, I'm not going to tell you what I'm planning to be when I'm all frickin' done. It's just going to take a long long time.

And away I go. I'm older than most of my classmates, I've been through this before, and out of real school for years. Will I make it? Fuck yeah, why the hell would you even ask that? Ass.

I'm just going to be the Old Balls of my classes. Maybe I can be like a real old person and give unwanted advice then all all spittled and frazzed when people point out that my unwanted crooning is outdated/wrong/plain stupid. Maybe I'll get a walker! OH MY GAWD! A WALKER!

So on tomorrows schedule, I need to go buy books. I'm taking chem of some sort, bio of some sort, some sort of "holy fuck what the fuck?" math, psyche (because astronomy and physics were full :( ) and some kind of English where I read shit.

Who's hedging bets for how much chedda I'm going to shell. I already know, but to give you a head start, the calculator they recommend getting costs $188 + taxes. BRAAAHH!