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gettin better

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gettin better
09.07.09 5:16 p.m.

I start school tomorrow. 18 credit hours. Most of the classes are pie-easy, the school only gave me 24 transfer credits out of the 197 total credits I've completed in my extensive college career. So I'm REtaking Health, US History, Human Anatomy, and Sociology this semester. I fucking hate semesters. I'll have read the text by week 3 and be completely bored by week 5 and STILL have 7 or 8 more weeks to get through. I prefer quarters. Anyway, I'm also taking one of the 2 classes I need to get the NYS Teacher Assistant certificate, which is part of the requirements towards secondary school teaching certification. To earn a degree I'm required to also take a gym elective so I'm taking T'ai Chi. That put me at 17 credits, so I figured I should do another 1 credit gym elective, Survival Camping. I'm not sure what that course is totally about, but I'm hoping beer drinking and singing cumbyah isnt in the syllabus....

Things are getting better. Charges dropped. Car's tranny is shot but I'm getting it worked on. Still haven't got those NYS taxes yet... they'll show up about the same time as my student aid disbursement. I've been working at Wendy's for a while, only part time cuz of how bad my health is. I see the 4th knee surgeon this friday, we'll determine whether I really should get one or both of them replaced. I'm in tons of pain all the time.

more later


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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WHAT'S MY NAME?!?