Doggies!

It's strange that I'm saying this on a blog, but bad writing drives me crazy. Even more being forced to listen to bad writing. It makes me want to slam things into other things and duct tape the perpetrator of this crime. Considering the aforementioned person is my roommate and friend, I don't think either of these appealing options are applicable. Ok, I am done with my short rant...I think. Not much has happened this week, my fiance might be coming to visit next weekend, however being that he is in the Coast Guard, he has to get lots of signatures in time to leave and visit. Both him and I are exhausted by this method, there are lots of ifs, ands, and buts. If they sign everything, If they sign it in time for him to actually leave. If these things don't happen he will have to start the whole process again. I don't usually complain about the long distance, or the Coast Guard, but I haven't seen my love since the middle of december, and even then it was only for a few days. The longer we are long distance, the harder it gets. One would think it gets easier, but the time just moves slower and slower as time goes on. Not to mention this has been an extremely shitty year, which you know if you have read any of my other self-pitying posts, and at some point it helps to have that crucial person when everything else is falling to pieces. Anyway, sorry about the complaints, on the bright side, I did play with two extremely cute St. Bernard puppies today. There's nothing like a good face washing to make you feel happy all over. Yep, saying that I love dogs is a bit of an understatement. Have a good week! And remember to do that one thing that makes you smile no matter what.

Brrrrr...

It's cold here in Oswego, but the snow doesn't actually settle, it just sort of blows in your face. Anyway, I'm back at school, hard at work, nose to grindstone. Last week I got notice that the Grand Jury had made a decision, and a warrant is out for my brother's arrest. My initial reaction was unexpectedly extreme. I felt an overwhelming amount of guilt for breaking up my family. Though logically none of this is my fault, I cried for a good hour, I'm sending my brother to jail. Yes, he did rape me, but isn't something still lost? Is it normal to feel guilty for sending the person who did about the worst thing you can do to another person without killing them to jail?

On a slightly lighter note, I've been pretty sick. Earlier this week I puked my brains out. However at the time, I was in bed, and my bed is lofted, I knew I wouldn't be able to get to a trash can in time, so I ended up puking all over my pillows, sheets, and all the blankets I own.

Wait, it gets better.
Anxious to clean up the mess, me and and my roommate rolled up everything and carried it all down to the laundry room. It took forever to stuff it all into the washers, finally we finished and set everything on hot with lots of soap. It wasn't until we got back upstairs I realized my cell had been underneath my pillow. Which lead to 10 minutes of sifting of hot puke soup for my cell phone. After of a week of drying out my phone in a bag full of rice, my phone definately isn't functional. Did I mention that this is the phone my wonderful fiance's parents got for me so I didn't have to deal with using a phone connected to my parents? All in all, the story is pretty funny...the farther I get from it the easier it is to laugh. Anyway, have a good day!