mid terms, bob marley & kids.

It's that season...the time when all college students are pulling their hair out, staying up all night with a pack of cigarettes and large quantities of caffeine set up within arms reach in case of an emergency. Midterms. This is the make or break for that end of semester grade. My midterm usually determines how I do for the rest of the class, and on my finals. Midterms determine the life expectancy of the class. Midterms STRESS ME OUT.

I am sitting in my room with two red bull, a pack of cigarettes, six different text books, six notebooks, and a giant calendar. All I want to find is that one stupid piece of paper that explains what my Sociology paper is supposed to be about...it has jumped ship on this whole midterm season. I am close to following. I have one more week and then it's smooth sailing until this season comes around again...except then it's called Finals Week.

If you look at my calendar in big dark black letters "WEEK FROM HELL" is written right across this whole week. It's just some sort of reminder that if I survive this week I truly will be amazing, and graduating.

My salvation has been in continuously having my lover Bob Marley playing in the background. He keeps me from going B.Spears and shaving my head and getting tattoos :). We have occasional conversations...usually it consists of me yelling because I can't figure out the problem in accounting, or don't understand the hypotheticals i'm given in sociology. I don't direct my anger towards him...but he listens. Great now I sound crazy.




I'm getting stressed just thinking of it, and my itunes shuffle seems to know exactly how i'm feeling.
"don't worry about a thing cuz, every little thing gonna be alright." oh bob...how i love thee.

I was watching the news today...and once again "Octomom" was on it. I'm sure I sound rude...but I'm so tired of hearing about this. Apparently she's in cahoots with Dr. Phil, probably trying to get some sort of story on his show.

I heard she turned down a years worth of diapers for her children because the company wouldn't give her a reality show along with it. Are you kidding?! But alas, she has found another way to make money...PORN. That's fantastic...so when these children are older and ask why she's in a porn she can just tell them that the other company wouldn't give her a reality show. A years supply of diapers just wasn't enough.

I think there needs to be some sort of check before doctors do these fertility treatments. I mean really? What doctor gives a woman with eight children, living on government aid, fertility treatments. I think he's just as much to blame as she is. He put making a profit over the welfare and health of the potential children she could have. She is just selfish, I can't even begin with her. I hope these children get put in homes where they won't have to fight for food like they're pigs, and they can have a room that doesn't house six other kids. I don't like the idea of taking a child from their mother, but honestly this woman isn't fit to raise these children. Her values and priorities are not reflective of a good mother. Fourteen kids? On government aide? Living in a house that's about to be auctioned off? Yea sounds like the perfect place for these children to be raised.

Quickly, god bless her parents. They have gone above and beyond the calling of a parent and grandparent.

Wow, that was quite the rant :). I'm just tired of hearing about it.

Back to hell...only one more week. ahhhh i can feel the sun shining on my face. One week and hell will be behind me and i'll be sitting on a warm sandy beach :)

peace & love.