Good news first: I only have one week of my clinic-internship left. Next week I will also talk to admissions about joining the Fitness Training class so, in addition to being a licensed massage therapist, next year I'll be a licensed personal trainer. Yay life. And then I can be the super hawt tigress of a girlfriend my boyfriend deserves.
Speaking of boyfriends! I have one. And he's absolutely amazing. It's hard to describe him because there's just so many wonderful facets about him, so I'm just going to fall back on what I told my little sister: I avoided Mr. Darcy, sought out Colonel Brandon, and somehow ended up with Edward Cullen.
Yes, ladies, I am dating Edward Cullen. He is perfect. And I'll probably be rubbing it in a whole lot in the future. Because I can.
D'you remember all that high-school drama in March with T and M? And do you remember that blip about a guy vaguely referred to as J that I fake hit on and T pulled me aside and told me to never talk to him like that again? D'you remember that? Okay, because that's my guy. And before you try to call me out on not dating guys my friends like, let me first point out that T is NOT my friend and that J chose me. So there.
What else... Ah, yes. Roommmate Dee is now in the MTC. I miss her a ton. I might be in charge of updating her blog for her while she's out. We'll see how that goes. But I do really miss her. Having a room to myself is both exciting and lonely. I like it and I don't.
We should be getting a new roommate in the future, whom I'll refer to as Princess. Raven-haired Beauty is still with me and DollFace is planning on moving back with her folks in the next couple of months. [sigh] There's just so many changes happening.
My Leetle Seester graduated high school! She turns 18 tomorrow. She's chosen to go into nursing at NMSU (GO AGGIES!) and is still amazing. Like she could be anything but. Honestly.
Brothers are fine. The Hero is still training and the Beast is wrestling. Parents are fine. Dogs are fine. They got a cat, Khiti, who hates everyone.
Right, so Khiti was feral. Lived in a bush near my parents house. Leetle Seester coaxed her into being comfortable coming into and out of the house and eating and stuff and then Khiti decided she'd rather live there than with her brothers in a bush. So she did. For weeks she never left the house. She was so skinny and weak and sad. But she loved EVERYONE. Always purring, alway rubbing against people, loving attention. Then she was fed and received veterinary attention and she seems to think that she owns the place and hates everyone. She's no longer grateful. What a pain in the rump, this cat. Seriously. I've NEVER met a cat I didn't like. Until this one.
Let's see... what else. Oh, car got broken into. Laptop and digicam were stolen. I'll get the window fixed after I'm done with school. The Beast punched -PUNCHED- his laptop screen and the deal is that I pay to fix it, I get to keep it. So I'm doing that. ...Mmmm, rumor is I'm a shift leader at Hollywood Video now, except for the minor detail that my security codes don't work, I don't have keys and... oh yeah, I HAVEN'T BEEN TRAINED. Oh well. I'm scheduled to be a shift lead tonight, and I'm amused-ly curious as to how Robert expects it to play out. Seeing as how I've not been shown how to do anything except count the drawers and deposits but once. Oh dear. Oh well.
Hmmmm... yeah, that's about it for now.
