Winding down the summer

As the (so called) summer winds down & I get excited to go back to school, well now that I know it can be paid for this year I’m excited, I find myself in a style rut.I’m a jeans and a t-shirt kind of girl, sometimes I throw a sweater in there for good measure, but I’m tired of being perpetually teenaged in the fashion sense.I’ve never been very into fashion or what’s in style or season (I wear tank tops in the winter :-S), I wear what I like and what’s comfortable but I would like to have something that is a little more grown up now, after all I am over a quarter of a century in age, hehe.And that’s where I’m stuck, I most certainly don’t have the budget for a spending spree and keep saying I’m going to go check out value village, but here’s the thing the thought of wearing someone else’s clothing (that I don’t know & even some that I do) pretty much creeps me out.I’d love to get a nice durable pair of knee high boots, I saw some people wearing them the past couple years and I like them, but holy crow I DO NOT like the price tag on them, and dropping a hundred bucks on a pair of jeans that fit perfectly is no longer an option (sigh, my 16 year old self didn’t know how good she had it).If I could live everyday in my pj’s (without being tacky) I’d have it made, but alas no such luck.So if anyone has any budget friendly ideas for sprucing up my wardrobe, throw them out there because I for one just don’t have a damn clue.

That aside I really am pretty excited to be getting back to cla*ses, there are of course a few I am so not looking forward to, like Economics but I’ve chosen a different prof.this time so that part should go better.Also not looking forward to 20th century history.I don’t like old things so history has just never held my interest.Eric picked me up some super cheap supplies the other day at WalMart and I loved examining them when I got home, Nerdy yes I know but i just can’t help it.В  I also found out that my geography prof.first term is one that I am very interested in working with because the work she does for the Nova Scotian Gambian Society is similar to one of the options I have in the forefront of my interest for when I’ve finished the bachelor’s degree.So I’ll make darn sure she knows my name this year.

On a sad note I just recently came back from a visit home for my aunt’s wedding.It was a joyous occasion but also a sad one because you never get to spend enough time with the people you want to spend time with when you’re home for an event like that.I spent a good portion of the week doing wedding things with my aunt & running around trying to see other people when I wasn’t.Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love doing wedding things, but I hate coming into things in the middle that just seem so disorganized (for me) I’m a planning kind of person for that type of thing & (yes I know I’m selfish)В  it just didn’t go as I personally would have planned.I’m very controlling so that was pretty difficult for me to keep my temper in check at times not to mention my attitude which still shone through when I had had just about enough.That being said it was a wonderful night & there were many (re: more than expected) guests that came by to show their love.One of my aunt’s oldest friends sang her a beautiful rendition of Truly, Madly Deeply because as children she promised my aunt she would sing at her wedding.And two of his cousins came out in almost full hunting gear to dance with my aunt,lol, & let me be the first to tell you it was nothing short of stifling in there already.My gorgeous nephew didn’t appear to be such a big fan of the band though & that’s when my lovely sister decided to take him home for the night.It was pretty pitiful he just looked so sad, but amazing boy that he is didn’t scream or cry, instead he laid his head on our shoulders and we put our hand over his other ear until we could get him outside and into the car.No sooner than I had him out there, it started to downpour and one of the girls had to hold the bouncy chair over his poor little head.God I love that kid!!Coming home was slightly bittersweet though, I couldn’t wait to get here but I also didn’t want to leave.It amazes me at how anxious I was to get away from there, I truly didn’t realize that I would miss everyone so much.Life would be much easier if we had a vehicle & I contemplate on going back for my beginners and starting over, maybe trying for a car but it’s so much ha*sle when you have no one around to practice with plus Halifax drivers are insane & some I’m sure got their permits from a Cracker Jack box.

On an update note, I hate these damn pills!!They do not appear to do anything except make me feel like crap.They either suppress my appetite until I’m famished and then if you’re in the way to the food you had better watch out because I WILL barrel through you to get to it.They make me feel nauseous at times, or dizzy & light headed, and to top it all off they haven’t actually done anything that they’re supposed to besides the side effects.I go back to see the doctor on September 26th so we’ll see what she says then.I’m also in need of finding another chiropractor.My headaches have started coming back everyday and I just can’t keep eating that much advil on an everyday basis.Not to even mention the back pain going on.I swear I’ve got to be the healthiest person in the world with this many problems.Every test that is done comes back perfect but yet trust me there is definitely something wrong with me, maybe it’s all in my head and I just need a new brain, lol.

So you know how I always end on a blast from my past, well today I’m going back to medication I had to take as a child.I remember having to take that banana flavoured penicillin for whatever various infection I had at the time.Well you didn’t have to chase me to take that stuff, even though it truly does have a horrible aftertaste it tastes pretty good going down.Kind of like Pepto-Bismol, which I also love until after I’ve swallowed the stuff, lol.

No pics today because quite honestly I’m just too damn lazy to upload any

Malice intensifies the pain