Finals

What's the purpose of them again? Is it really to see how much we learned or to put us through seven different kinds of hell? Anyway it's finals week and I am not looking forward to it. Spent an hour studying for my first final and I still need to work on my project for the same class. Sure to be lots of fun! [Not] I can't say that I'm exactly excited about it, but I am excited about the after...you know the whole summer bit. =] That I can be excited about.
I can be especially excited because I'm planning on volunteering at the animal shelter so I can work with the kitties! And my family is taking a trip to Arizona and that means that I can go to the pet stores and go see the ferrets, and that makes me excited too! I just have to get past finals... >.<

Good News!

Well it's good news if you are me at least.  I now have my license and am free to roam the town whenever I please so long as I put gas in the tank. ;) This makes me really happy.  Of course I'm also working on a paper for one of my classes right now and I'm not really being very focused so I guess I should let myself go and get to work, eh?  Well then, until I see you next =]

I so despise with uttmost passion...

Being short.  Today I went for my driving test in Lompoc.  I figured, different city, I'll be super careful and drive extremely well.  I didn't even make it out of the parking lot without failing because a damn tree blocked my view and convinced me that there wasn't anything coming from the right so I could turn left safely.  No.  There was a truck that had to slow down for me because I didn't see it..and what does the witch say? Keep driving...turn..turn..drive. Park.  You didn't pass. Was this your first test? 


!@#$%^&*()_+?><:"{}~!!!!!!!!!!!! I told her before we even left the car port I had never taken a driving test before.  She must have been on her period or something because when she went through the whole "Hi, how are you?" business she wasn't even trying to sound like she had had a good day.  Seriously? Just tell me right out "I'm probably going to fail you, even if you were the illegitimate daughter of Jesus..." Honestly.  >:[  Witch.

Blog My Heart Out

Yet again I am on the blogosphere to tell you all of my problems, worries, issues, and happinesses (yes I do realize that is not a word but I am still going to use it!), and anything else that I find amusing or worth putting up. =]
So before I forget all about my Spring Break that is dwindling away rather quickly, I'll tell you everything I've done thus far.

Sunday after church my family drove down to Buena Park and went to a dinner theater which was very cool. It was pirate themed and the special effects and actors were wonderful. If you've ever been to one and enjoyed it then you know exactly what I mean. On Monday we went into Knotts Berry Farm, and we happened to be right across the street from the theme park! Granted it was in a Super 8 motel, but it was right across the street and way cheaper than the Knott's resort. My Uncle also cam down from Orange county to spend the day with us all at the park and it was really awesome. We went out to eat at Mrs. Knotts Chicken Dinner Restaurant and it was delicious! I got a chicken pot pie that I couldn't finish but I took it home and enjoyed it. ;) Tuesday we drove home and I got to spend the rest of the day with Eric, and then his family for dinner. All in all it was a pretty good beginning to a Spring Break. Anyway I will be working on some projects for school the rest of the week so for now, I'm resting up so I can [hopefully] concentrate on what I'm supposed to be doing instead of getting distracted by my cat or a movie or something lol..yes. 
So happy reading and Spring Break to you all and I hope this didn't bore you to death. Until we meet again dear friends!

=]/Hmmmm.. =]

So yesterday on my grandpa's birthday my boyfriend Eric and I had a picnic at one of the parks near my house. It was really nice and the weather wasn't too bad. The only thing that went wrong was not having enough wood to cook the meat. In our flurry of calls to anyone we could think of for some help in the form of more wood or charcoal we called my grandma to ask if she could pick some up for us. Before she had left my dad came by with a bag of charcoal for us before he went to go pay taxes. As I call my grandma back to say not to worry about getting us any charcoal I let her know she can come eat with us if she wanted. So the three of us ate at the park and she had a really nice time picnicking with us, for which I am glad. =] After that Eric and I went out to eat with my grandma and family at Red Robin where Ron, someone who we go to church with, works. He ended up giving us a family discount which was really very nice of him to do. Since we had gone out to eat to celebrate my grandpa's birthday it was even more sweet of him. All of us, my family and Eric went back to my grandma's to watch some of the Dodgers game before Eric and I had to be at the movies. Eric and I were practicing swing dancing until it was time to go, got dropped off, ran into the McGilvary's, another family from church, -half of them anyway- and watched Hop. It was a pretty cute movie and I liked it. 

This morning I wake up and do some laundry for my mom then go to let the cat outside in the front yard when I notice a paper tied up in ribbon on our trash can. The only reason we would get any kind of paper is because of Eric, because he works selling newspaper subscriptions. This paper happened to be the San Louis Tribune. So maybe the music was too loud for me to hear him knock or maybe I'm just going crazy...But I will ask him about it when he gets here later today before he has to go home. ;)

Hello Again =]

So. It has been 16 days since my last post and almost everything has changed but there is still so much that is the same. That friend that I mentioned coming to stay with my family, whom my father never really wanted to let in, had some family issues that came up the day after we helped her move in. Even though my dad I'm sure was overjoyed he still seemed pissed off because she had moved in to move out, with a dog no less!
I honestly don't see what his problem was...But that's beside the point. My dad's birthday was yesterday and he turned 50. I know he is royally freaking out on the inside but on the outside he plays cool and unconcerned. I don't buy it. He also hasn't been quite so cold to my boyfriend but I'm not sure why he's decided that it's fine to be civil. Sigh. Sometimes I just want to tell him to grow up and stop being a prissy girl, but I know that after saying that I would have virtually no freedom if I planned to stay at home any longer and not pay rent, or pay little rent upon finding a job.
So just wanted to get back on the web and say hello, hope all is well with my fabulous readers and that I'm hoping to get into a routine though I'm still not sure if I'll be able to hold to my own strenuous standards in that regard...may start trying to kick myself in the head. =P
I believe this routine will begin with a shower, then biking to school [yes that completely and totally cancels out the whole showering business...] going to class biking home and getting assignments done, and other things that are fun after. Maybe. We'll see soon enough.
I hope to hear from some of you soon, for whatever reason suits you, until next time then!




P.S. My mom doesn't think I can stick to it. Wish me luck all!

Can we say "Philanthropic?"

Well. For those avid followers of my not so many writings and those who see via Facebook, I say hello again. And for my Facebook followers, I am sorry for the outburst that I later deleted because I do know that it can affect my future employment and it really wasn't anything flattering in regards to me at all. Or for the person I was talking about either.
 Though I got my ranting and raving out, I still feel like I need to get more out because the rather constant situation at my house has been less than what I feel it should be for the kind of family we all seem to think we are. 
To begin with where I blew up I need to go a few steps back and tell you a few details. One: my friend of I'll say, four, maybe five years, asked me to find out from my parents if they would be willing to put her up for a few weeks until her mom could make arrangements for her elsewhere. I didn't know the full situation when she asked and didn't care to ask because even though I love her dearly, sometimes pressing for details gets me nowhere. I now know that where she is staying is much worse than where I am and that the people who are supposed to be her family's friends are being anything but.
When I asked my dad about a few days after since I had to gather the courage to do so, he didn't give me a flat out no but alluded that the answer in general would come to a no.
Two: when I found that my dad wanted to talk to my mom about, when she already knew what I would be asking, I wasn't too upset. When he started to lecture for half an hour on varying subjects that had almost nothing to do with what I had asked, I held in until he finished then blew up to the whole internet around 10:30 last Saturday night. Not my most shinning moment but nonetheless it happened. The next day the music in the church service I attend spoke almost directly at the subject I'd brought up but I don't believe he really listened. I know for a fact that he discussed the matter without me like he said he would later that day because I heard my parents talking from my room while my boyfriend was over. 
There is another reason he doesn't give me any mind. He doesn't like my boyfriend. My mom doesn't find anything wrong with him except that he's Mormon. I thank her for that and that she tolerates and accepts and even likes him. It's more than I can say for my dad, pretty much ever.  He won't let people spend the night because he's afraid of a lawsuit. If you saw our house I'm sure you would be too but my friend in particular as well as my boyfriend understand that because my dad believes his duty is to clean his mess wherever it is and NOT tell anyone else to do the same and more, that our house is the way it is.
I'm not trying to make excuses for the way it looks, just pointing out everything I have against how my father seems to think less of everyone else without every getting in trouble for it. Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent. Obviously my title should give away what I wish I could say to him, but fear because I know he won't accept that he is ever at fault of anything. I just wish he would find it in his heart to be the Christian that he proclaims he is but will never act like. 
I'm not one to tolerate hypocrites but living with one isn't easy either. I can't seem to pull myself away from the same habits and such, though I do try. I want my friends to call me on anything that I do that they find hypocritical but I don't expect them to micromanage me because I ask them to keep me from lying to myself. My dad won't even be open to such a suggestion. It frustrates me to no end! And what's more, he goes on thinking he's doing the world some great favor and really contributing to something important and if I ask "what?" he won't have a clue because there is no one that he is helping but himself and I find that quite disgusting in someone who thinks himself a family man that has firm and unwavering Christian beliefs.

....I know that was a long one that became much more than a rant, but thanks for sticking with and tolerating me. It is much appreciated of you all. Until next time then.