i fake it so real, i am BEYOND fake. and some day, you will ache like i ache
i swear i can't make up half the crap that happens to me. Thursday was supposed to be a promising day. i've had a shit week. stress. school. bills. getting dumped via TEXT MESSAGE. thursday would be the GOOD DAY! was it? NOPE! first off, my LO got pulled from the scrap gallery. i just don't think they're ready for this jelly. Anyway, i try to keep the scrap stuff off of here. but i had a sh'load of emails asking me for a link to my LO. So HERE IT IS mainly because i can't respond to 45 emails a day. it's been fantastic knowing that i am being supported. and after about 100+ emails i've found a few that really struck a chord with me and i will cherish forever. I'm no artist. i'm just trying to capture life. and if you know me. you know that it's crazy. if you don't know me... well, here you go!!!
So, Thursday i had to give a big presentation for my Microbiology class on HIV/AIDS. I'm running late, as usual, and i'm rushing to class, when all of a sudden...
sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip! what the heck?! i fell in a big puddle of mud! i can't make this up! it happened. This is at 9:01am. My presentation was supposed to start at 9:00. my purse contents are all over the place. my nicely typed papers are covered in mud. i have mud all over my legs, arse, arms, hands, forehead (please don't ask how that happened cause i don't know) so i had to give my speech in front of everyone. covered in mud.
this is what my pants looked like. and if you look closely, you can see all the mud on my shoes. It was horrible. and the girls that were out smoking when i fell, kept asking if i was hurt. "Just my pride"
So i get to class and hold out my muddied up hands and my Prof is like "holy cow! go wash up quickly"
I come back and give my speech. yada yada. i still have mouth ulcers so i had to Orajel-it-up. which resulted in numbness and excessive saliva production. i was probably up there slobberin' as well. hpmh.
After class, i decide i'm going to run back to Amarillo to pay my cell phone bill because it's been shut off for two days. and i can't take it anymore. and then i hit up Barnes and Noble, pick up the book i'd ordered and drink me a nice mocha-something-frappa-latte-thingamajigger. I end up getting side tracked by all the art books and "New Arrivals" table. then it's time to go home to take a quick "post-mud" shower before going to my biology lab.
I'm calling the boss at OG, "i'm going to be late for my 5 o'clock shift" and i say "dave, i'll be late. and i have to let you go, because i'm getting pulled over" Mind you, i just paid off those damn warrants, so i'm flippin' out because the lady had told me to keep the receipt "just in case" Can i find it in the mess that is my car? hell no. what about driver's license and registration? nope. What did i get a ticket for? Expired registration. no driver's license. no proof of insurance. sigh. i really need to get my shit straight.
I go home to take a shower. defeated. yes, chriselda, this day CAN get worse. and did it? YES! on the way to school i hit another damn bird. feathers flew everywhere. blood and birdie guts all over my hood. i have a thing for birds. and "the bird" haha!
Get to school. realized i've forgotten my Identification of Unknown Bacteria Handout. lordy lord. it's due at 5pm. yeah, so i found it. finished it. My bacteria was "Klebsiella Planticola" in case you were all wondering.
then i had to work.
nice.
this weekend is payday weekend. but i'm already broke. it's 4am here. and i'm up scrappin' and bloggin. school ends in two weeks. sigh. then life begins. but!!! pickler is gone!!! hallelujah! Lunch date this week with someone that i think i'm sorta interested in. known him for a few years. it's been weird. i'm old. old for this.