These dogs,
I swear to you, are the hardest things to capture successfully on camera. They could give Sasquatch a run for his money. Above is the lady of the house, Miss Rosalyn. She's my favorite and she knows it...
I know, I know. You're not supposed to pick favorites, but since they're
technically my roommate's dogs, it's okay for me to have a favorite,
right? Rosie always has to sit on me when it's most inconvenient. Any other time she couldn't give a rat's ass what I was doing, but as soon as I decide to get busy, there she is
all up in my business. You can't get mad at her though - she's just too cute. And that's saying something because I'm a fan of massive dogs and think that Chihuahuas are only good for football practice. But these guys have grown on me. When they first came to live with us a couple of months ago, they hated me. I couldn't scratch my nose without them barking the place down. In their defense, I was staying at
G.I. Joe's all the time so they had very few chances to get used to me. But we're buddies now - we even go on runs together around the park. They're the perfect size to pace me... yeah, I don't run that fast.
Now, I'm one of those people who will prepare a bake or casserole and call that good for a week's worth of dinner. Tonight was one such night that I was making such preparation and I kid you not, the pups had it in for me. Loki is bigger than Rosie, he's just freakishly gangly like an awkward teenager and the perfect height to trip you. So here I am at the kitchen sink rinsing off vegetables, washing dishes, etc, and what are the pups doing? Standing right behind me plotting my downfall - no joke. They were just waiting there quietly, patiently, perfectly still, until I step back and trip over them.
Evil. After successfully catching myself the first time though, I had my eye on them. Gotta try harder than that to get rid of me! I swear they just want me out of the way so they can have my bedroom.
So today I drove over to Wamego and met with my theoretically-soon-to-be-adviser. This whole thing is becoming quite an ordeal and it's
exhausting. Because I went to ISU for three years and have so many credit hours, I had to fill out this form about
why I want to attend this community college when I've already got so much toward another degree under my belt. I had to explain (in a tiny little box) that I decided to change my major and wasn't sure what I wanted to do so I took time off and moved around and now that I know what I want to do, I wanted to get my associates degree there so that the transfer process to Oregon would be a much easier transition. And do you know why I had to do this? Because the government is now taking extra precautions to thwart people who just hang out and take their sweet time finishing school so that they can just live off financial aid.
URGH! I
need this. For my sanity, for my future, I need to get into this school and get my associates degree but all these lazy assholes are being a pain in my ass and making me jump through hoops! I don't want to rant too much, but
seriously? Get a job. I have two... you can have one of mine. Then I have to go back next week and take a math placement test, which will
suck. I hate math and it hates me. We're
not friends. I get about half way through a class, realize I have no idea what's going on and start drawing pictures of Godzilla in my notes, but then it's time to study and Godzilla has no idea what's on the test and we get into a fight about how he never pays attention and that's when he starts smashing buildings and then I get angry phone calls from the Japanese government. Seriously, I should get him in some anger management classes. But hopefully, after I get this test out of the way, they will have finished processing all of my paperwork, decide that I'm worthy enough for financial aid, and I can
finally enroll in some classes!
Anyway, that's plenty for tonight. I'll leave you with
this song and
this song for now, as well as
this video to keep you going until next time.
Goodnight!
Miss Georgia
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