kissy pictures

I've never posted a kissy picture. Anywhere. Ever. 

I've come to the realization that I look like my Mom. A lot.

I think we had our first fight tonight. I probably shouldn't blog about it, but it was stupid. So glad that's over with.

Then we spent the rest of the night on the couch cuddling. He watched Star Wars (VI) and I read 7 habits of highly effective people. It was great. I got to cuddle with my boy in my adorable saggy-bum sweatpants and my cute dog even got in on the cuddling action. Allen likes to cuddle with his girls. I'm okay with sharing him with my dog. And maybe his mom. But that's it.

I refuse to ever wear a princess Leia slave costume.

EVER.

Hear that, boys? Sorry.

I have like 7 things in my amazon shopping cart 53 cents in my bank account. yeah, buddy. 

I almost just hashtagged something. 

It's 2 am. 

Strike that. 2:12 am.

Dylan is coming to visit me.

I mean, DYLAN IS COMING TO VISIT ME!!!

#DYLANISCOMINGTOVISITME

I'm so tired that tears are streaming down my face. 

Yeah. Bed time it is.

Goodnight.

Stressing.

Dear Brain, 

I made a promise to myself that I really wouldn't procrastinate this semester, but I did. I am a hardcore procrastinator, and now I'm experiencing the full wave of guilt that seems to come at the end of each grading period as I scrape grades that are far lower than that which I could actually achieve. 

And the worst part? I did the rounds. The part where you take a nice look at your syllabus and start crying, then you pick someone (sorry, boyfriend) to tell about your woes and how you'll never amount to anything in life just because you've been learning about it all semester and you still couldn't tell them the difference between a traditional and a Roth IRA, and now you have to write like 6 500 word essays on them. The part where you're so stressed that you forget everything your 9th grade English teacher ever taught you and decide to just use run-on sentences instead of breaking them up into smaller segments. The part where you sit in your car and glare at people as you sort through your binder like a crazed drug addict looking for their misplaced stash before the cops show up. The part where you're so angry with yourself that you might as well just hire someone to beat you up, because it would feel better than the anguish you're putting yourself through while you deal with the fact that you suck at doing assignments. The part where you finally calm down a bit because you've found papers that you'd forgotten you even had. 

Then I did the best part. The part where you take a deep breath, stop crying, and start your to-do list. Then it's manageable. You can wrap your mind around it and get working. It'll be okay. We'll figure out a way to live through this. By this time, you're calmed down. It's okay! There's still a full 168 hours until it's due! That's plenty of time to write 3000 words! You were thinking about being an English major until you realized you have no concept of when a sentence is supposed to end and when ellipses are appropriate... You can write 3000 words in your sleep! Time to get going, girl! We got this! 

You calmly go to your school website to begin working, a smile on your face. Don't worry, we'll raid the change jar and treat ourselves to starbucks as soon as we reach the halfway point. We GOT this. 

Then you get this:

Yeah? Eff you too, community college website and wifi. EFF YOU!