Part of me wants to cry because I feel like it’s a failure and the other part wants to sob grateful tears.

But I just couldn’t handle two classes, and taking care of Mum and Bonnie by myself. I was tired of having mini-breakdowns because I didn’t have time to do my work. Something had to give so I’m glad I got rid of the class that wasn’t a major or minor requirement.

Like, cooking just seems like so much effort when I’m the only one home.

Ready for Madre to be home. She was supposed to come home tomorrow but her temp spiked. She has to be fever-free for 24 hours before they’ll release her. :/

I have come to the realization that I do, in fact, judge people/blogs based on their OTPs.

I mean.. You could be Gandhi and I probably wouldn’t like you once I find out you ship Jott over Scemma.

Tennyson has been extremely affectionate this past week.

I’m kind of in love with it.

And yes. I am sporting my Minnie Mouse pajamas.

1. I discovered my Speech Professor might be trying to kill me (Every single day I have something due in that class)
2. Mom got moved to a regular room on the Cardiac floor for her post-op care! Yaaay!
3. I found out that via announcing our first speech topics that there is a girl in class who spent a year doing the DCP, but she ALSO WAS IN QSFB and LOVED IT. I am now officially pumped. 
4.  Found out that, apparently, Patterson Court is kind of boring compared to Chatham. But then again, I don’t plan on being in the apartment too much because I’ll be off having ADVENTURES.
5. Had to wait all afternoon on the guys to come and clean the carpets and tile. Have not eaten. Starving to Death.
6. Remembered I have 20lbs of homework to do and I still have to make the 25 minute drive down the hospital to see Mum.’

So tired, you guys. So. Freaking. Tired.

My horrible (The gold-digger trying to relive her youth) aunt came by the hospital with her skank of a daughter/my skank of a cousin. 

Unannounced and without warning. Guys, I really wish I could have taken a picture of Mum’s face. It was literally like someone just killed a kitten.

And of course, the minute that the Doctor comes in and starts talking about Mum’s surgery, my aunt LOUDLY starts to tear up and excuses herself. Stephanie I look at each other, dry-eyed, and somehow managed to pass the message of, “This is why we don’t want her around here. She has no respect for Hospital Mode,” to each other.

Before we finally convinced them both to leave, My aunt told us that they’d be back to visit mom whether, “We wanted them or not,” and laughed.

But gods we DO NOT want them to come back you guys. It was just like how I thought it’d be. Only worse.

and apparently my mom is going to have to have open-heart surgery.

This is turning out to be a horrible, horrible day.

Sleep? What is this Sleep thing you speak of?

Seriously, I didn’t sleep and am a bit loopy, but I couldn’t rest until I saw both GoT and The Borgias (Mission accomplished) and then I was all FEELS and decided to sketch out a picture of Tempest because she’s completely elusive to me right now and I can’t seem to get her design down. Which is a PRIORITY, considering she’s my main character for my Camp Nanowrimo novel.

So it’s pretty sloppy and I got lazy in some areas, but I still like it. 

….And gets me a lanyard.

With a Ravenclaw crest pin.

I mean, I’ve very grateful and all…
but she got Steph a coffee mug…and I got a lanyard. 

When am I ever going to use a lanyard? :/

nicolelynnb:

Soooo I’m pretty sure my DCP roommates and I are going to have a slumber party here one night during our program.

Am I right? Or am I right?

Because this room looks AMAZING.

I vote that

A. This happens.
B. There are Disney Movies involved.
C. We have to get Earl for dinner! 

Also, That “one of you” my amazing professor is referring to?

Yeah. That’s me. I’m taking her Mythology class in two weeks.