So Neña Was Right...ish

So when do you have proof that you may be drifting toward domesticity?

When putting your last load of laundry in the washing machine makes you want to do your happy dance.

And yes, that totally just happened. (Shut up, Neña)

Okay, so I'm back and I've got a shitload to talk about, so we're gonna list this mofo as only LadyG knows how: in multiples of five. Because I'm OCD like that.

1: Relationship with boyshapedthing. Goin' strong, have gone past "fond" and am comfortably entrenched in "smitten". Emotionally, this is wonderful. Socially, it sucks. Why? Because nosy nellies like my mother and long-distance friend Neña to bandy the "L" word around like a frickin' shuttlecock. (Again, shut up Neña) And that's just awkward.

2. The Sister Thing. Going into as little squee as humanly possible: Thomas Joseph G----- born 11:27 a.m. on May 23rd, 6lbs 11 oz. Also? Easiest birth in our family's history. Her water broke, she went to the hospital, she was there for three hours, she pushed four times and done. Srsly. My sister don't dick around when it comes to getting that damned kid out of her.

3. Scholastic achievement. Yep it's that time of year again. Not the time of year when I go to school, but that time of year when Default Community College invites me to join their Honors Program. I swear, half the time I surfed the web and e-mailed my boyfriend all throughout class, and the lowest grade I got was a B- (don't tell my mom). I ignored most of my homework, barely got in my writing assignments and take-home quizzes, but I pick up on shit I've never seen before within minutes and I test well so I sort of skate through and make it look like I applied myself. So then I get offered honors status and you know what? No. I'm lazy and unmotivated and lack self-discipline. There's no way I can write a six-page paper when the rest of the class is doing two pages, tutor my classmates and take notes for the special needs students (they pay you for that shit, too.) I guess what I'm saying is, I need to get my ass in gear and I shouldn't be rewarded with top student status for essentially doing nothing.

4. The M thing. M is still pregnant, and still keeping the baby. And I'm fine with it, largely because that tiny glimmer of hope I had back when this first became an issue seems to be growing into a torchlight. M is really getting her act together, and so is Shmuck (I can call him that now, because M knows it's more of a term of endearment than anything else.) But she's really stepping up, and she's turned her house (which was kind of scary) into a home, and the more I see what she and her family have done, the more hopeful I am that this is going to work out, and the baby is going to have a good life. And that's what I want more than anything: for Marisa and her baby to be happy and healthy.

5. Who the "F" is Neña? Neña has been mentioned before, both as Goddess and Thena. She's the new love of my life (in a heterosexual, platonic, lesbian-lover kind of way) and I talk to her almost as much as I talk to my boyfriend. Which is a lot. A freakin' lot. This is why I shelled out $320+ to fly to Oklahoma next week to visit her. So I'll be away, on my own, for the first time in my life. And if that doesn't say "growing up" I don't know what does.

6. What's New on the Net? Well, there's this (NSFW):



And this (also NSFW):



And The Cheeky Lotus is back so you should probably go check her out, like, now. Seriously. I'll wait.

7. In Cars. Still no license, but M is teaching me and I hope to have one before school starts again, because she may be too preggers to drive.

8 The Job Market. I've decided to take an interest in the FBI. After watching WAY too much "Criminal Minds", it occurred to me that I love Behavioral Sciences like Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology, and the FBI is a place that's willing to pay me over $63,000 in my first year to use them. I'm not sure if I'm definitely going to join the FBI, but it's a possibility I'm prepared to explore. Unfortunately/fortunately, it will most likely require me to get Lasik, which I desperately want, but is very expensive.

9. The Current Job. This Job still sucks, and now it sucks harder. Ice Cream season means we constantly get slammed by crouds of the pushiest assholes in the world, all of whom want frozen desserts. But I seem to be doing something right because my store manager has given me some more responsability. I am now responsible for the weekly gas inspection, which is a manager's job.

10. So, you're getting a raise, right? Nope. I calculated that I do approximately six jobs at This Job during every shift. That is, I do six completely different jobs which could theoretically be held by six individuals, but I do them all. But I still make fifteen cents over minimum wage, and until MW goes up, my paycheck will remain the same.

So that's my life at the moment. Comment if there's something you think I'm leaving out, something you want to know, or if you think I'm being a whiny bitch. I'll read them all, and unless it's spam or something totally asinine, I'll post them to the comments page.

Ciao bellas!