bitterdiva

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Due to a busy schedule, I haven’t been able to devote some time to this here crap. I guess if I were to maintain a semi regular schedule, I wouldn’t have tons of things to talk about. Alas, the demands of my life are too great and I am just a person trying to make it through the hell I am residing in.

My mother’s retirement party went off without a hitch. My paranoid sister thought that my mother knew what was going on and on several different occasions almost told her enough with the charade that if she knows what’s going on then she should just let us know. Surprised she was when she opened the door to the house. She was brought to tears when she opened her gift, a ticket to Ireland.

I’m going to Ireland! My mother, sister, and myself are spending two glorious weeks on the emerald isle. I plan on drinking at every pub I can and purchasing all the magnets from the various counties. I can’t even wait to taste the unadulterated Guinness, not some imported crap brewed out of Stamford, Connecticut.

The next weekend brought the wedding. Set in beautiful Grantville, Pennsylvania. It was absolutely fantastic and no one could have asked for a better day. She was absolutely beautiful and he was the same, except insert masculine adjective.

The weekend did not start off very auspiciously. Avis fucked me over with their under 25 fee. I somehow thought that I saw on their website that the fee was only $20/day for being under 25. It turned out when we were in the airport picking up the rental car that it was $110/day. So instead of costing something like $250, it would have broke the bank at $480. I was in complete hysterics, but luckily I had covzilla trying to calm my nerves. We ended up with a brand new Ford Taurus that was all decked out. That puppy’s trunk could fit several dead bodies. Which reminds me, if ever going into the waste management business, this is the car to have.

That brings us up to this week. Cov’s birthday was yesterday. I bought him a couple of presents, a wallet, a candle, and a plush C’thulhu. He knew somehow that I got him C’thulhu but he was very happy nonetheless.

Classes are going. Going very slowly. Wednesday I have Creative Writing, Short Fiction and it seems as though we’ll be staying until the last possible moment, 9pm. This did not excite me when I wanted to just go home and celebrate cov’s birthday. Tonight’s programming in C whoopee! I won’t be getting out until 10 tonight… joy!

I’m tired, my brain’s fried, and I’m PMSing. Oh how I’m looking forward to spending the weekend all doped up on Tylenol.

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