So, as promised I will now start posting a blog each month detailing my month and what have you's! As this is only the middle of May I will blog about April.
I am an Aries I was born on April 4, 1987 to Shannon and Kelly in Salt Lake City, Utah. So I had a birthday and now I am 25 yay..how about not, my birthday..well it SUCKED ASS to say the least and its sad when you realize who your true friends are and whom you need to just say bye get the fuck out of my life and its also sad when you let a person or person's that you thought were nice and whom you have to see everyday ruin it for you hmm but thats a story for another blog as I was so pissed about it I may start a river and build a bridge for my bitching. Oh but my amazzzing boyfriend and mother made me feel special ;) my man bought me flowers and took me out to eat and by just being the man that he is :) and my mom is a kickass mom, she bought us both tickets to see Scorpions and Queensryche on June 11th at Usana I am so excited to see that show. I owe all the great concerts that I had the pleasure of going to..to my mother, I have seen almost all of the bands that I want to see except for Dokken, Ozzy and I am sure there are others but I can't think of them right now as it is 3:17am yes I know wtf am I doing up so late or should I say so early..gosh idk I haven't been able to sleep the last few nights and then I have been sleeping in until 12 wasting my day away arg.
On another note I don't know why but April sucked for me other than starting school yesum I did..I kick some trash and I know it lol I am getting my Associates in Criminal Justice I want to become a Criminalist they do the Crime Scene Lab Work instead of going to the crime scenes they handle the stuff afterwards ie: DNA, Blood, Semen etc. I quite enjoy it other than I get annoyed at the fact that I am in College and if I miss a day (one day) I get a call asking where I am and why I aint there..Um newsflash I am an adult if I wanted to be babysat I would have joined a daycare :] its so fucking annoying excuse me while your on the phone do you want to hold my hand while I go to the bathroom too..lol and the people they let in to college especially the Criminal Justice program omg I mean they act so Irresponsible and disrespectful towards the teacher I mean I am paying to go to a school that has adults not children if I wanted to deal with adulesence I would sign up for little league! If they are just out of highschool at least act responsible and not childish. Prime example I have been put on the fentaynal patch and I have not felt so good from it and I have managed to get my homework done on time (which I might add has not been easy to do cause this particular teacher gives us like 4 papers to write a week and its only going to grow more by the week) she also put on our Sylabus (a booklet that has our class assignments and homework for each week) THAT SHE DOES NOT I REPEAT DOES NOT EXCEPT LATE WORK!!!! So, naturally everyone knew of her expectations the first day of class. Also, she gathers them at the beginning of class so you can't even work on it if you wanted to. So, the second week of school I started the patch and I was miserable so I decided to take a day off so even though I felt horrible I remembered her rule that she doesn't except late work so I rushed in before class started to give her my homework that was due that night. Last week I came into class (Another point that annoys me class starts at 6:00 not 6:10 not 6:30 SIX I understand you have work etc but to always be late that is childish and unexceptable for those of us that are wanting to be there) I was on time like always and my teacher collected our homework the five of us out of 30 that was there on time needless to say half of the class was late-a minute later one of the students walks in late and made a comment that all of the students that were missing (with the exception of one that is always late due to work conflicts) was in the damn library hmm I wonder what they were doing -HOMEWORK for this class that was due like now so I was like hmm okay well I don't care cause its there fault that they will be marked tardy and that they will not get credit as she does not except late work. So the rest of the "children" walk in the door and hand my teacher their homework, wtf um for one thing they were not 5 but 30 minutes late because they were doing their homework that was due that night because they apparently don't understand the concept of homework (homework-it is work that one does at home) duh that is why it is called homework and my teacher accepted their work. So I naturally went to talk to one to the program directers of this issue as I wanted to vent, not get anybody into trouble but to discuss my issues and ask her advice as to what I should say or do. But she was no help as she told me that I will find that at any college! Um that is Unexeceptable it is College not Highschool not Elementary fucking college a place that you have to pay a lot of fucking money just to go and half of these kids got grants that pays for their whole tuition and they don't care as much cause they don't have to pay it back..well guess what I have to pay mine back so I am serious about graduating and I am sick of seeing things handed to people on a silver platter that don't fucking deserve it. I have to bust my ass to get what I have and I am still busting my ass to get by.
Wow, see I told you people that if I would have wrote about the "so called fuckers" that fucked up my bday I would have done just this lmao only worse. But hey this is my blog so if you don't like reading this then you don't have to..My page should only have ppl that want to read my blogs and be a part of my life. For those of you that don't and are here to judge me feel free to leave my page as I am done with people that fuck with my emotions. If you want to leave a comment kindley do as I welcome them(only nice ones please as I will delete any that offend me in any way)
Until next month when I write for the month of May :) unless I find something else to write about

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