My Grandmother is gonna be the death of me. If I don't contribute to her death in some way, than I'm pritti sure she'll contribute to mine. If she dies, has a heart attack or breaks a leg out there on the icey driveway shoveling the snow at 5am, do you know how many people will kill me for 'letting' her do that? That woman is impossible. I tried to beat her out the door so fast I fergot my lunch today, grr. Now I'm gonna be hungry and grumpy. Why can't that woman just let me do it?! I'm SO not in the mood to chase her out the door in the morning. Pff. Mondays.

Meanwhile, as far as school goes. Due to the fact that I have a effing degree, I will not be taking any effing Placement tests so let me effing register!!! Review the effing records now and let me talk to an effing advisor so I can skip the effing prereq's and get on with life!!! I'm tired of fighting to get in and out of school! I will master the art of registering and graduating! Take that bitches!

On a better note...

My parking ticket is taken care of.

Christmas party tonight! Eee! Free food!

And Christmas is less than 20 days away!

All my presents are wrapped up nicely under the tree already! And I managed to buy something for everyone coming to the house on Christmas! Not the whole family, but yeah, most of 'em that I'll see anyway. Seems so vain the way I talk about Christmas... like something is missing in all my excitment.

I've found that I go to bed around 9:30 or 10pm, not because I'm tired, but rather because I'm bored. I must find an activity that will actually make me tired......

I like to read other peoples journals. I like to relate to them. I like to be validated.