Don't ask why I put the title in Spanish. I don't really know. I'm still a little sleepy... It's before 7AM. I went to bed wicked early last night because I was tired. I convinced myself I'd wake up early and write the paper I have due in.... 6 hours. I will write it, I just don't know what I was thinking saying I'd write it before breakfast! I might be an early to bed, early to rise kind of person- but nothing gets done before breakfast.
I'm actually doing a presentation for one of my classes about the importance of eating breakfast. Yay research! And yay because I was telling my nutrition teacher about the project and she said we'd figure out a way for me to turn it in for her class also. Think I'm gonna turn down extra credit? Heck no!
I realize now that my blog is not anything pagan related what-so-ever anymore. I won't lie, that's because there isn't much pagan related going on in my life. It's more of a "Hey, yeah.... hi. I kind of forgot you existed for a while." thing at the moment. The sad part is I don't know how I can work it more into my life. It's tough to find a free moment.
Wednesday was a bad day. I found out I have to go to deposition for that thing that happened way back in December 2008. It ruined my day to think about that. The state of VT is pretty sure they have a solid case against him, though. Apparently he did this at multiple other stores. I don't want to deal with this. That's the only thing I wanted, to be left alone.
I'm going home for the first time in weeks tonight. My cousin and I are going to see Alice in Wonderland! Then tomorrow morning I have a doctor's appointment. My doctor is concerned that I might be anemic so she wants to draw blood. I'm more than a little freaked out. I am going to need someone (most likely my cousin) to sit on me so I don't get up and run away. Tori + needles = not good. I'm almost okay with getting injections (almost). A tattoo needle doesn't go that deep (plus you get a kick-ass tattoo out if it). But drawing blood? No way. Nuh-uh. I have been avoiding donating blood for years because of this fear. Maybe after this (you know, if I'm not anemic) I'll be okay enough to donate blood. I've wanted to, but I'm a big chicken.
Now that I've written all this I'm tired again. I slept horribly last night. I went to bed thinking about something upsetting, then had dreams all night about hitting someone I dislike in the face. Apparently I'm more violent in my dreams than in real life, because I swear I wouldn't actually hit them.