Thanksgiving :)

was alright.

Some unexpected people came over (which was a good and a bad thing depending on who's point of view you viewed it from) --- [boy, that sentence was weird.]

There was brandy.

There was lots of food.

A wine bottle exploded in the freezer.

My brother keeps tequila in his car.

My mother wonders why.


...All in all it was alright...except I missed a birthday gathering towards the end of the night from being exhausted. Maybe I was tired from cooking all day...or maybe, I was just tired. Either way, I wish I would've went...not in a "I really wanted to go out" way, but more like in a "I wanted to be there because you wanted me to be" way. :/

...well, weekend is redemption spelled backwards
and upside down
without all the letters
and some extra ones added in.

STRESS.

So I'm picking my classes for next semester.

I have 7.
I am taking 7 classes, that is, 22 credit hours (one is a 4 hour class).

7 college courses.
7 college courses as in,

"Hey, remember Jay?"
-"Yeah, where has she been? I haven't seen her in a while."
"Oh, she's busy being raped by her 7 college courses."
-"Oh... sounds like her."

Wait a second. Maybe not 7. Maybe not because they won't let me take 22 credit hours.

Maybe they won't.

I hope they will.
I need to graduate.

This is just stupid.
I just need someone to sign off a a degree for me, and I'll be done.

Maybe I'll ask if I can do that tomorrow...the degree sign-y thing.
Thethingswedofordegrees.
There's my hash tag for ya.