So I Flew away, yet again, into a Grey Sky Morning...

...and all the while, wishing I woudln't have. Perhaps that I didn't "have" to.

I wish I could be the girl, sitting here, writing about my bubbly thoughts and how over joyed I am about whatever it is those overly bubbly girls write about. The newest, happy, adventure in my life or the newest, successful, direction it is taking. But I guess blogging was created in the first place, for people who are upset with parts of their life. Those who need a place to whine and complain about it. Or to straighten their mundane thoughts that seem to be too much to just randomly express as they come about, to the first person that will listen and care. See, even as I write that, it just sounds so..."emo", as its called these days.

Well, I'm "home" again, and nothing great has happened. It was an accomplishment on its own to finally get my things put away after I'd been back for 48 hrs. For the first two days after I got back, I didn't see a single ray of sunlight. I went to bed just before it came up and woke up 2 hours after it had gone down. Finally decided I should go to the school and get that settled. Unfotrunantly, that didn't settle as much as I would have liked. Looks as though I'm only taking 2 classes this semester; one of which is scheduled mid day, mid my work schedule, and much too early for me to getting up for a lame basics class. Also, after dealing with an entire year of asshole, though i did love him, schulle, I'm still only marked as having "half" of the class, which is fucked up, so you know i'll be fighting that tooth and nail. I can't get into the english class i need until the end of March, which is when i'm supposed to have decided I'm packing up my shit and going to be happy again. So it seems as though i'm stuck here till June first, or i pay 80 bucks and finish up at miday. Considering I go to midway, 2 of the 3 classes i've either signed up for or have already taken don't matter to me in the slightest. I need someone to find out what i need there to finish up I guess.

After the shitty school incident, I went to walmart in search of sleep aids and possibly a puzzle. After I coudln't find the sleep aid I went to look for the puzzles. But, on the way to the puzzles, i passed puppy things. And so i looked. I ended up picking him out a nice shampoo and conditioner in one, a giant bag of multi flavored dog bones taht he can crunch so he wont swallow them so immediatly, and two big rawhide bones. But theres more...i saw fish. I saw "dorothy's" even. So...I went to the craft section, and picked out a glass vase and some colored stones to match my new fishes complexion. Got some "color enhancing" food and water cleaner, and picked out my new betta, aka, Hendrix. He sits my the coffee pot now, and everytime i see him, i make noises at him and stroke his bowl as if he knows exactly what's going on. Idiot.

I'm tired of writing. May pick it up later if I get bored enough, though I wonder if I will. I've just started the 2nd of my 3 books. "A Million Little Pieces". I'll read a bit more and let you know what I think...

"I'm not an artist, I'M a fukin' work of art."

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