I’m back, and I mean full on back. I took a nap earlier and woke up my old self again. How this occurred I do not know, but I am grateful for this. I took a little trip back in Dr. Who’s Tardis and landed back where I really need to be, in the body of the old me. Loca chic has returned, and It feels so freaking good, I could do a backflip. Well, I can’t do a backflip, but you understand where I’m coming from.
My Ethics class started Tuesday. Two more classes to go until I’m free to do me. I am hoping it is not as hard as psychometrics was. I swear to you I was ready to pull out my hair in that class. I’m still walking on egg shells waiting for my grade from that class. Dr. Hoeve was insane, but a good professor. Her style of teaching is similar to that of Dr. Ragsdale, another professor who tried to kill me academically.
I think my trip to Puerto Rico may be a solo one. Most of my friends are either in committed relationships, that don’t really recognize friendships outside of their bubble, married or chasing kids. I hate to do things solo, but it looks like that’s how it’s going to have to be, which sucks, but I’ll live. I just can’t wait I have so many plans. Until then, it’ll be get the grades and hustle like there’s no tomorrow.
I have a money goal for this year, so I’ll be busy with that too. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. <==== Insider, only a few who read this will get that.