So I gave up on the whole 'Thirty Days of Truth" thing. The more I kept reading the daily topics, there more I realized that there were just so many things I didn't want to delve into on a blog. So that sweeps that under the rug. I'm just not one for pouring my soul out on the internet for everyone to know the inner most private thoughts from the dark caverns of my mind. Enough said.
I've been super busy the last few weeks with wrapping up my final projects for the two classes I'm taking right now. As I type, I've finished my Communications final paper and it's been submitted. I think I'll finish the class with a 97%. I can live with that. As it stands right now, I have a 100% in my Humanities class. I'm half way finished with my final paper for that class and then I'm done with another two general ed. courses. I'm holding my own with a 3.84 GPA right now and while it isn't the 4.0 that I'd like to have, I'm not going to bitch and moan about it. Hell, a 3.84 is pretty damn good for a 40 year old who's 22 years out of high school. I'll take it! Monday I start a Psychology class and a Critical Thinking class. I have a feeling the next 11 weeks are going to drag ass. Thankfully, I have a two week break in December for the Christmas holidays. After that comes the dreaded Math class. I am completely idiotic when it comes to Math. I started in Pre-Algebra in the 8th grade and I had a bitchstress of a teacher. She hated me and told me I didn't have what it took to do Algebra so she booted me down to General Math. So, in high school, I stuck with all General Math classes and never took Algebra or anything higher. I just might be screwed royally. I'm hoping I can get some tutoring at some point. I'll also need to probably offer up some sort of sacrifice to the Math gods. Whatever it takes. I'll learn!
In other news, I still am pitiful in the "get a man, got a man, keep a man" part of my life. Suffice to say, I just might be meant to stay single for the duration of my life. The last "potential" turned out to be a complete fucktard douchebag of the highest caliber. He completely jumped my shit because I couldn't/wouldn't pay his cell phone bill to get it reconnected. First of all, I have my own bills to pay. There are three kids in my house that like to eat dinner every single night and they also like to flip a light switch and say "Let there be light". If I have the financial means to help someone, I most definitely will. I believe in blessing other people when it's possible because I feel like those blessings come back to you. BUT... if you're going to demand that I "have your back" and work things so that "things aren't a struggle", I just have to dole out a big hearty "Fuck You" to you and your self-righteous self. My family comes first. My needs come first. I help when I can because it's the right thing to do. I don't help because I'm bullied into it. Needless to say, this "man" (and I use that term very lightly) is no longer a part of my life. I won't be bullied by any man. I've let it happen in the past and I paid the high price for it. Never again. Sayonara jackass! Another lesson learned!
So that's a synopsis of what's been going on with me. To quote a part of the theme song from one of my favorite shows as a kid
Not getting hassled, not getting hustled
Keepin' your head above water
Making a wave when you can...
Ain't we lucky we got 'em
Good Times.
