Wild, wild animals (and one not so wild)

Last night, as I was driving home from class, I almost hit an animal that was standing in the middle of the road. When I say this, most people probably think deer, raccoon, opossum. All the usual suspects. No, no. This is my life, remember? Things are never normal in my life. I almost hit a cow last night. A cow. Bigger than my car. In the middle of the road.

Actually, that wasn't the only animal I had issues with last night. I also had a opossum that tried so desperately to run under my wheels. I had to come to a complete stop to keep from hitting it. I think that's why you see so many dead opossums on the side of the road. They don't realize you're supposed to run away from the wheels, not under them.

Then, I saw a big ol' black bear. He didn't cause me any problems like the cow and the opossum. He was eating trash he had pulled out from trashcans along the road. When he realized I had stopped to look at him, he ran off.

If there's one good thing I can say about my life, it's never boring.
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And then it was down to four

Going in to this week, I have 4 weeks remaining in this semester. These 4 weeks simply cannot go fast enough. I have reached burnout, and I feel like I can't do anymore. Last week I made a list of all assignments I need to complete by the end of the semester. The total came to 23. I was able to cross 3 off my list this weekend. 20 more to go. 20 assignments, 4 weeks. Sure. No problem.

I plan on spending the whole entire month of January in Florida, and I honestly feel like I could cry in relief and gratefulness. A whole entire month out of this county. A whole entire month without having to deal with the snow and the cold (and I've been so cold lately). A whole entire month without having to worry about what assignment is due that day. A whole entire month not having to worry about either job.

It's those thoughts that are getting me through right now.

Guess what I woke up to this morning?

When I woke up this morning, and looked out the window, I saw that it was... snowing. I thought I was going to cry. I am so sick of tired of having to deal with snow and cold. Last year I was prepared for it, and it was awful. I was so depressed all winter. This year, I'm not prepared for it in the least. I'm afraid that means I will get even more depressed this time.

I wish I could be like a bear. They eat whatever they all want all summer for the specific purpose of getting fat. Then, they sleep all winter. They never have to deal with the snow and cold. They just wake up next summer, and do it all over again.

Better yet, I wish I could move to Florida right now. No more cold and snowy winters. Now that would be heaven.
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Setting a record

I'm not even going to say it because everyone knows it is coming. I've been way too busy to update this thing. I suspect I won't have a free moment until December, since that's when my classes end.

So what's new? Absolutely nothing. Classes are crazy. Both jobs are crazy. Too much to do, and not enough time to do it. I'm sure I'll eventually get things under control, but it certainly won't be any time soon.

It won't be long now

Welcome to October. While the calendar says autumn, it always snows in October. Last year when the first snow fell, I said I thought I could handle winter. I didn't handle it very well at all, and this year I'm not even going to try and kid myself into thinking that I can handle it. I can't. If there is any good and kindness in this world, then this winter will be extremely mild. Any kindness? Any at all?

Kill me with a cold

So yes, I got the cold. Today is the first day since I got it that I don't feel worse. Every night I went to bed thinking that there was no way I could possibly wake up the next morning and feel any worse, and every morning I woke up thinking I was dying. This cold completely knocked me off my feet. Perhaps I have now finally bottomed out, and my body can start getting back to normal.

Ten weeks remain this semester. Which, at this point, means all I can think about is that in two weeks I'll be halfway done. Those two weeks cannot come fast enough.

Update on ONC status

I'm not exactly sure how Operation No Cold is going. I have a stuffy nose, and a little cough, but I don't feel sick. It could be my allergies are acting up again. Autumn always gets my allergies going.

I now have 11 weeks remaining in my semester. I know it sounds like a lot, and it is, but it's better than the 16 I started with 5 weeks ago. It's not getting any better with the work load, but I'm getting better at managing it.

This past weekend I begged to have Saturday and Sunday off, and managed to get it. I desperately needed it as well. I was so worn out. You can't even begin to imagine how nice it is to have two days off in a row. Oh wait, you have a normal life, so maybe you can.

I need more time

I'm in over my head this semester. Between working at the college, working at the store, and taking my four classes, I have to schedule time to breathe. I'm only 4 weeks in, and I still have 12 to go. I'm not sure how I'm going to survive.

Both my parents have come down with same cold. My mom was the original infector, who lovingly passed it on to my dad. I have now enacted Operation No Cold (ONC). First stage of ONC is a No Breathe Zone in this house. If they are within 20 feet of me, they are not allowed to breathe, cough, sneeze, or do anything else that could infect me. The second stage of ONC is called Operation OJ. The plan is simple: drink so much orange juice that my eyes turn orange. Failure is not an option, because if I get sick, I'm basically screwed.

In need of some Irish

My mother and I were working together at the store today when a shipment of new merchandise came in. Some Irish ornaments were part of that new merchandise, and one ornament was a shamrock with "Nollaig Shona Duit" written on it. Gaelic, for anyone that looks at that and goes, Huh?

Now, while I recognized Gaelic, I had no idea what is said, and neither did my mother. I said, "We need someone who is Irish to translate this for us." To which my mother looks at me and says, "You mean like us?"

OK, yes, that's true. But I was kind of going for the whole, from The Emerald Isle, speaks Gaelic, and all that other good stuff that we lost when our ancestors boarded that boat.

For those of you still sitting there going, "Nollaig Shona Duit, what?" Let me save Goggle from being crashed with searches. It means Happy Christmas, or Merry Christmas to those of us on the other side of the pond.