Well, only one exam left. 
The dreaded....ARCHAEOLOGY!!

It just happens to be on Saturday too, which means that I will have to take off the one day a week of work.  It figures, eh?  I guess it just lends credibility to the general crappiness of this whole class. 

So, today I plan on having lunch with some friends and then spending the rest of the day on campus studying for this horrid thing.  I can't wait until it's all over.

I've just finished helping my 5 year old dress up our cat in a little doll dress and baby bonnet.  She's such a friendly cat, and so good with Leah that there was absolutely NO resistance.
I've never seen my poor kitty in such an undignified situation as she fires evil looking glares in my direction.  Funniest thing EVER!!! 

I've never really thought of myself that way, though I know that sometimes I can act like one.  But who doesn't act like a bitch from time to time?  I never really thought that I was a habitual bitch to the extent that I could fit comfortably into the classification, bitch. 

But thinking about it, is it really so surprising that people who don't know me might label me as such?  I mean, when you stand up for what you believe is right and don't back down simply because everyone thinks that you should, is that enough to be tagged as a bitch?  To go against the grain and try to make a little dent of difference in an unfair world isn't bitchy.  At least I don't think it is.  Mabye for some people it is.  I don't look for trouble, I see it when so many others refuse to do the same. 

No, I don't think that my oppinions and refusal to contribute to the poisoning of the populace is being bitchy.  It is simply unique; one voice drowning in a sea of indifferent conformity.  It is really no different than having a different skin tone or unusual hair color, I suppose.  It is just who I am. 

So if you think that I'm a bitch, you can go f**k yourself.  You obviously know next to nothing about me.

Ahem....Please and thank you.

Oddly, I'm not as pissed off about it as I thought I'd be.  Mostly because I regretted making the comment almost as soon as I submitted it.  Some things should not be said and sometimes SNEEVIL has trouble distinguishing where, exactly, the line is.

My problem is that I have a friend who is hurting.  And she is being hurt by a situation involving the presence of one person who was invited into her home, treated as family and was a trusted friend.  She tried to help this person as much as she could and for her efforts, she got a slap in the face.

Okay, mistakes happen and human is human.  But continuing to do things that you know are wrong, and cause hurt to those who trusted you really speak of a person's integrity.

There are very few people in this world who I just plain don't like.  I usually try to find the good in everyone.  But this one person, I've tried to like...really and honestly.  I'm afraid that civil tolerance is about all I have to offer here.  My friend was hurt and used and I'm pissed about it.

So, censor me if you think it is appropriate.  It probably is.  It is easy for me to get carried away and be a whole lot more direct than is socially acceptable.  Sometimes even SNEEVIL needs a babysitter.

The other day I started putting extensions in my hair.  Yeah, I know...I should be studying since "THE GAUNTLET" begins on Friday.  But I really really hate my hair and I'm kicking my ass for cutting it.  So, I thought it would be nice to have some cool extensions for the next few months. 
It is very slow going, and I'm a pretty tenacious person so I'm plucking away at it every chance I get.  It's a great reason NOT to study, don't you think?  See, I can't just procrastinate.  I have to have a reason not to do something.  If I don't have one, I'll find one.  So I found one. 

My fingers are losing feeling.

Everything hinges on whether or not my potential Chemistry prof will waive a Math B 30 prereq. 
I have no idea what is going to happen in my academic future.  I will find out tomorrow.  Hopefully I'll be convincing enough and he'll waive it.  If not, then half of my summer school will be spent at SIAST upgrading my high school.  Nice, eh? 
Tomorrow will tell.

I broke my computer chair yesterday.  It is an old leather hunk of junk that used to be fit for an executive boardroom in the 70s, but now it's just a piece of crap.  Apparantly the bolts holding the chair onto the base have somehow disappeared, 'cause I can't find them anywhere. 
Maybe I can fix it...but in the meantime, I'm bruised from the fall straight backwards into a pile of Leah's sharp pointy little toys.  Figures.

Yesterday I got home to find that my application for student loans has been processed and accepted.  YAY!!  Summer school for Michelle.
The two classes that I want to take are both Sciences with labs...so it is going to be an excruciatingly busy summer for me.  Oh well, at least I'll get it done and by September, I'll have a head-start into my second year. 
I got my transcript as well yesterday.  I'm doing much better in my classes than I thought I was, which made me pretty happy.  Must have aced that bio lab final...heh. 
Well, that's it. 
No news. 
Other than I sent JK a nice surprise today at work.  Hope he likes it!  ;)

I was taking out the trash yesterday.  I merrily made my way across the patio when I was stopped in my tracks. 
I surveyed the landscape, observing the small white piles of what looked like snow.  But how could that be?  The snow in these spots had melted.  I took a closer look at these mysterious mounds and the realization dawned that these were not little snow piles at all!  They were a life form.

My eyes grew teary with the thought of the monumental task that lay ahead of me. 
I knew this day would come.
It is what I've been dreading all winter.
It is the reason I couldn't bring myself to rake the leaves last fall.
It is....a back yard full of soggy, mouldy dog shit.

I thought to myself, "I should get started on it now.  That way, when the rest of the yard melts, I won't have as much to do.  Also, it will be worse when it warms up and there is all kinds of funky things going on in the fungi-covered pooh piles. 
So, I grabbed a bucket, lined it with a garbage bag and went to work with my trowel and rake.

My God, what a job!!  By the time I was done, I had been out there for two hours scooping up crap.  I had a full bucket of turd and only half of the yard was melted!! Lets hear it for yard work!!!