a second chance.

If i had the chance, i would've stayed instead of walking away.

Who would've thought that one selfish decision would change everything.

the HYPE... AND other thaaangs.

So within this year, i've joined: BLOGSPOT. FACEBOOK. & NOW TWITTER. haha. LIKE WOW. idk. i get bored, i need several different things to keep my attention span goinggggg.

its 3:36AM & my stupid iphone is taking FOREVER to "back up." like wtf. doin' all this work just to get SOME cds & SOME ringtones on my phone. it just ain't worth it! .. kinda. i'm just tryna make sure my iphone is better than DCbaybeh's. HAHA its always a competition between the two of us. WHATEVS. i'm gonna win =]

since last night, all i want to say is: LOVE DOESN'T SUCK... that bad. haha, i'm just an indecisive female. i feel bad for DC sometimes... he's the one who suffers most from my indecisive ways. =]

work schedule for the next few days:
thurs: 1-8:30pm. fri: OFF! sat: 8-5pm NCLE prep class, then straight to work until 9:30pm. sun: 11:30-6:30pm. mon-wed: 4-8:30pm (i think.)

shoot me in my head. i'm gonna be exhausted & cranky!
another negative is: babyboo will be in SL for another 4days straight. bleh.

mmkay. BYE!

thegood&thebad.

THE GOOD:
Tomorrow is my LAST DAY of book work for my optical program. mhmm, just can't wait. no more vocabulary quizzes, weekly unit quizzes, and the-end-of-the-month finals. its been a crazy 7 months of straight book work & studying. never thought i'd see myself at the end of the program, on the Dean's List every month. iono, never did this good in school before. i guess you can say i'm done having a "job" & am ready for a "career." even though i'll be done with book work, i'll still have to go back to school every day until i finish my labs. then i'll get to start my externship. FML. but on a brighter note: SEE ME GRADUATE ON JUNE 12TH! :)

THE BAD:
LOVE SUCKS.

Thirteen years.

For thirteen years my family & I had a rottwieller (sry I still can't spell that word), and she just recently passed away on Saturday, the 4th. I don't know what to say or how to feel about it. She was a part of the family, everyone always remembered topanga & never failed to ask how she's doing. It's kinda weird to walk into the garage or even look into the backyard and know that she isn't going to come running into my direction. I've been really detached from the situation, just feeling like I shouldve seen it coming, when in reality it caught me off guard and threw my world in a whirl wind. I don't like knowing that she's gone. I hate the thought of it. She wasn't just a family pet, she was a family member. I'm really not trying to be dramatic, it's just that I practically grew up with her. My family got her when I was seven, and now I'm twenty-one. Anyone who has had pet for that long would too feel at least a little hurt, if not a lot. It's hard to adjust without her, I'm just expecting to hear her scratch her nails against our sliding door, or hear her bark when an unfamiliar person is approaching the house. Bleh. I feel like crying...