I'm feelin' some kind of way about my life right now, I guess. I've just been so out of it. Like, watching the baby is fucking with my priorities. More than that, though, its fucking with regular day to day functioning. Like, I only know today is Monday because it's the end of my weekend. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, generally get kind of lost. I remember Friday because that's usually the only time in the week I get out of the house for non work related reasons, because I usually work Saturday and Sunday too. That's over now, but, I mean, you get it. This past weekend was the first weekend in a month that I haven't had to work, or get out of the house, and I literally slept almost all weekend. I slept from 1am-2pm Saturday. Then of course I was up all night Saturday night, then I slept from 7am-5pm Sunday, and was up until 5:30 this morning. I took an hour nap, and then I went back to work. It's insane. And I'm not even complaining, like, I'm doing what needs to be done for my fam, so whatever, I'm just saying like, the intensity of never doing anything but working and sleeping, it's kind of crazy.

My financial aid hasn't come through yet, and I'm supposed to start school the end of March. I'm getting a little nervous about that. If I don't go back to school, I'm gonna get a little stir crazy, I swear. I miss doing something that bettered me as a person. I don't know if the word bettered made sense in that sentence but don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. Sidebar: My yahoo is fucking spazzing, it keeps signing me in and out && the shit's irritating. End Sidebar. Like I was saying, I like school. I like learning. I like the challenge of it, and the forced discipline. Plus, I like meeting people, and talking to people. Do you guys realize how little I've actually spoken in the past month? I'm either texting, or im'ing, or talking to the one year old. It's awful. No wonder my voice isn't all the way back yet. (I'm really starting to think it's never going to come back).

I don't know. If you couldn't tell, this is forced blogging, to get back into the habit, but, as you can see, my life's boring, and I don't have anything to say. My twin hit me up today, asking to borrow sixty dollars that I'm ashamed to say I don't have. How I work two jobs and don't have sixty dollars? That shit is terminally depressing, like you have no idea.

There's only a few bright spots in my world right now. They know who they are, and they're enough for me. The rest of y'all will magically reappear when life's good again, and that's cool too, cus it's some of y'all I just can't deal with unless I'm in a happy place. I just be itchin to tell you to shut the fuck up and solve your own problems. Yeah, I know, that's not very nice.

Mkay, well I'm done talking now. I'm going to go back to drinking tea and listening to my music too loud. See yall the next time I decide to grace this whole blogspot thing with my presence.

Till Then,

-A.