Owie?

My muscles hurt. Well, not so much hurt as just extremely sore... I way overdid it last night at the gym. I havnt worked out in ages, so when I go back I of course do the intelligent thing and overextend muscles. Genius. Pure freaking genius.

Sooo tiiiiired

I want to sleep so bad. I'm exhasted. And it makes my work quality suck. A lot. *sigh*

I finally realized why I dont want to discuss going back to school at work today. It'd be made a joke. I like joking around, but I hate how Tim mocks everyone constantly in front of everyone while is your best buddie when you're alone. I hate two-faced people, and he is a two faced man.

In other news, I ordered the information from SIUE, and I'm gonna hopefull look at the U of I tonight, since I wont be doing anything useful and will be forced to stay up till forever. *grumble*

On a different subject..

I've been thinking about getting a piercing. I dunno, it just sounded good. But its me, and I dont want to have a million discussions about it, so I dont want a visable one, so I'm thinking about I dunno... its odd to think about. Maybe this is just from all the changes that I've been thinking about... or... I dunno. I've played with the thought of getting something done off and on for a while. We discussed getting my ear done, but I dont want to have to explain to everyone I know why I got it. I dont want something wierd, and I'm not interested in having a gazzillion holes in me. Just something different, I guess.

Yeah, so I'm odd.

News'ed out.

So I have five newspapers to read. I've always been a voracious reader. I love to read... anything. Newsweek, whatever newspaper I can get my hands on, Cosmo, anything. Button mocked me once for reading her government book for fun once. Today, however, I have learned that I do seem to have a limit. Five newspapers seems to be on the upward limit. At this point I can skip the news, which seems to be redundant after three of the five, so its more interesting to read the "other" articles. Dunno... I'm twisted somehow.

We spent Saturday with Buttons parents. And surprisingly, it went 100% smoothly. We spent most of the day shopping, as her family is wont to do. We treated them to lunch for thier anniversary, and they treated button to clothes... and shoes... and sugar... and more stuff. Her dad and I hung out a bit while her mom and her shopped. It was intresting to say the least. I enjoy talking to him a lot... I just we had multiple topics when we talked. He's so much like Button. He gets on a subject and ... sticks to it.

I dunno.. The world is wierd somedays.

Amazing how the time flies...

So I need to get my drivers license renewed. Again. I'm getting old, dammit. Grrr... Its how how it goes by so fast. Button and I have been living together for two years. I practically call it a marriage, and we're just getting fucked by the man.

So I need to order some information for getting into Phram school... and I have no idea what I need to order, or what I need to send in. I suppose I should find out how to look up my ACT score again... and... er... if I could get any of my Robert Morris scores to carry over... yeah, thats a joke.

anywhooo.... still lost in the moreass of life...

A fresh start.. ...or the horrid continuation...

So, heres the thing... I love to learn. I love knowledge. I love to try to wrap my brain around things, learn the hows and whys of the world at large. And I love my job. I love working at the Phram, and helping people. When I took it, I didnt really know what I was taking on, just that I was so very fucking bored in photo. But the more I'm in The Phram, the more I like it.

And I want to do more. I regret not finishing college, even if it was fucking Robert Morris. I resent paying my student loans, since I'm paying for a net of nothing. And it irks me that whereever I go, I'll be pre-judged for not sticking it out finacially and testicularly and gotten a degree when I meet college kids daily that are dumber than a fucking box of rocks.

And whats more, I watch the RpH's at work. I could do it. Not now, I mean, but I could be a pharmacist. I want to be one. And thats the problem... How?

I've thought a lot about going back to school. How to pay for it, how to find a way to work, go to school, do homework, and still spend time with Button.

So now we've talked about it, and we're looking into it. But good god... SIX years of school. When/if I start classes next year, I'll be 26. I'd graduate with a PharmD when I'm 32. In 2013. We could do it. It'd be very rough for at least the first two years, when we'd both be in school. If Button graduates with her masters in 2008 and starts working full time, that'd make it easier for me to do it...

And I havnt been to school since 99? 2000? 5-6 years... amazing how fast its gone by.

All in all, I'm scared. Really and truly scared. But I want this, and it'd be good for me. For my family, now, and in the future. So I guess I'm going to be suffering for a while to come.

Wish me luck...